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Cult of Walpurgis EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Ministers for Magic, Alexandra Carlton [IC January 2072 - October 2073; OOC October 2010 - May 2011 ] & Lord Borr [IC October 2073 - December 2076; OOC May 2011 - December 2011]
Noticing him brush off her statement, but understanding in a way why, she takes another piece of brownie and puts it into her mouth.
Raising an eyebrow at his comment to explore, she laughs lightly. "You, explore?" she comments. She knew that yes, he may explore, but that was waaaay to unlikely.
Wishing she had the nerve, to say something herself, she figures they'd never know how the other felt. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.
He sat there quietly unsure of what to say now. Eating another piece of the brownie. Why did things always get so complicated?
He smirked as she laughed at him and he grinned, "I do...sometimes." Of course the Ministry wasn't usually what he chose to explore.
Tearing another piece off his brownie he stared at it. "I came down to see you Kenzie," he said quietly, almost more to himself than to her, as he looked at the chocolate in his fingers.
He sat there quietly unsure of what to say now. Eating another piece of the brownie. Why did things always get so complicated?
He smirked as she laughed at him and he grinned, "I do...sometimes." Of course the Ministry wasn't usually what he chose to explore.
Tearing another piece off his brownie he stared at it. "I came down to see you Kenzie," he said quietly, almost more to himself than to her, as he looked at the chocolate in his fingers.
Watching as he tears the piece off the brownie, she lifts her lashes to his eyes. "Me?" she asks coyly. She couldn't help it, watching him intently made her want to giggle.
She knew he wouldn't be easy to get to answer direct questions, so she figured she could play that game as well.
Well, she had to say something....but what? Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I didn't mind, really."
Watching as he tears the piece off the brownie, she lifts her lashes to his eyes. "Me?" she asks coyly. She couldn't help it, watching him intently made her want to giggle.
She knew he wouldn't be easy to get to answer direct questions, so she figured she could play that game as well.
Well, she had to say something....but what? Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I didn't mind, really."
Erik lifted his eyes up to meet hers and he smirked at her. "No yer twin sister. Have ye seen her lately she's haaaaaaaaaaaaawt." He chuckled and picked up his glass taking a sip of it as he watched her.
"Ye didn't mind. Liar. I saw yer face when I left." He swallowed the rest of his drink and set his glass down.
Erik lifted his eyes up to meet hers and he smirked at her. "No yer twin sister. Have ye seen her lately she's haaaaaaaaaaaaawt." He chuckled and picked up his glass taking a sip of it as he watched her.
"Ye didn't mind. Liar. I saw yer face when I left." He swallowed the rest of his drink and set his glass down.
"How do you know, I'm not her?" she asks sweetly. Her eyes twinkling in laughter, she puts another piece of brownie into her mouth.
Her eyebrow lifting for the second time during that conversation, Mackenzie looks at him seriously. "Yes, I was concerned I might be fired." Taking a drink of her chocolate milk, she goes on, "However, I myself enjoyed having you down there."
"I wish I coul..." Dropping her eyes, what she wanted to say just seemed so...childish. They were adults for Merlin's sake, wouldn't it be better to act like one?
"How do you know, I'm not her?" she asks sweetly. Her eyes twinkling in laughter, she puts another piece of brownie into her mouth.
Her eyebrow lifting for the second time during that conversation, Mackenzie looks at him seriously. "Yes, I was concerned I might be fired." Taking a drink of her chocolate milk, she goes on, "However, I myself enjoyed having you down there."
"I wish I coul..." Dropping her eyes, what she wanted to say just seemed so...childish. They were adults for Merlin's sake, wouldn't it be better to act like one?
Erik eyed Mackenzie and shook his head, "Nope yer not her." His smirk grew and he tore off another piece of brownie and swallowed it.
"Eh she wouldn't have fired ye. I might have been though," he smirked and gave Mackenzie a wink. "Ye did huh." He studied her carefully looking for any sign of sarcasm or anything without finding any.
As she trailed off he looked at her curiously, "Ye wish ye could what?"
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Erik eyed Mackenzie and shook his head, "Nope yer not her." His smirk grew and he tore off another piece of brownie and swallowed it.
"Eh she wouldn't have fired ye. I might have been though," he smirked and gave Mackenzie a wink. "Ye did huh." He studied her carefully looking for any sign of sarcasm or anything without finding any.
As she trailed off he looked at her curiously, "Ye wish ye could what?"
Watching as he studied her, she looks down at her empty brownie wrapper. She isn't sure how she should explain.
"I guess I just wish I could really explain how I feel. I'm not very good at that I guess." she replies shrugging. "I've never really thought of it again, since..." trailing off, she doesn't wish to bring up her old fling again.
Oh dear.
James looked quite shocked at the little trip he had in the telephone booth. That went Leo's plan flying off. "Oh, that must've been quite an experience." He nodded, making a slight grim face. Nevermind then. "Thankyou. I'd appreciate it, amigo." Well...he would just not mention it later. Heh.
"I'm the Head of Education." He nodded slowly, resuming his balancing on the back legs of the chair.
Age gap? "Four years only. It's not that much." he smiled. "Is there a big gap between your brothers? What number are you?" An amused smile spread his lips. He regarded James when he told what had happened after the...horning. It tugged at his heart how uncomfortable he seemed just talking about it. It really must not have been a pleasant experience.
"Cheat?" Oh, that's what he meant. "Ofcourse, that would be ideal...if that is what you want to do." Leo looked at him for a moment, crossed his arms and suddenly got alot more livlier, even leaning in, in his seat. "But that's the magic of painting," his hands moved around, "you have the power to make people see what you want to see. Or, have the choice to give them the power." Truth is, it was difficult. "Some people see what they want to see...they are not open to the many possibilites." Leo nodded once, eyebrows raised. "You have to make them see. Open up their minds, James. When they see your painting, make them want to see more."Was he making any sense?
Tranquil, like him. Interesting.
"Me, I see dreams, hopes...love." Oh how he saw the love. "And I see...freedom." He grinned. But the next question made him chuckle. Ah this boy was inventive. "I've tried to, many times." He looked out...at one of the enchanted windows, then glanced at James. "And I like to think I've succeeded many times." Hehehe.
What happened? "Yes?" Leo looked worried. "Go on. '...if' what?" He had a big aura of mystery, this man.
An experience - yes. Quite a traumatic experience at that. He mirrored Leo's look and nodded to his thanks. “No p-problem.” He replied sincerely. A few more trips up into the muggle world and James would be ready to go further – see some of the London his oldest brother was always talking so dreamily about.
Head of Education – now this man was quite intriguing. James would never have guessed it from first appearances, but now that he had told him his job he couldn't imagine him working in any other department. He had that unshaven alternative hippy Lecturer look about him. “Do you get to visit Hogwarts?” James asked sitting forward a little showing his interest in what Leo did.
“Th-there's only a year or two bet-between each of us.” He explained. “Except my oldest bbrother whose eight years older th-than me. I'm nnnumber four.” He said with a small smile.
So you could cheat an audience into believing they were seeing something in a painting when it was in fact something else they were looking at. Give them something to think about and come up with their own conclusions. James nodded in understanding. “Do you always ppaint abstract?” He asked the man, clearly interested. “Have you ever c-combined magic and art to cr-create something?” This man was so interesting to talk to.
He looked away from Leo and at his painting; he trailed jaggered a line of black paint down the centre. “I-if you have tr-trouble expressing yourself any... any other way.” He said; his eyes flitting back to the man and to his painting he had effectively changed the feel of completely with all that dark paint.
"Mindh chokat chip." Frida replied before she managed to swallow a large mouthful.
She nodded as Armen asked if she had remembered his place of work. "Any sort of transportation?" Frida asked and filled her mouth with more sugary goodness. "It's going. Lots of paperwork right now." Frida said and wished for a drink of warm tea. All the cold ice cream was making her head hurt. It appeared on the table in an instant. "I've gotten a couple new employees so far." She took a sip of drink, "Now it's just a matter of time before I see what they can do on the field. And I'm eager to see their skill." Stuffing another spoonful into her mouth she said, "Is yur foor sed up lahk ours?" She swallowed, "With everyone in one workspace?"
Armen sat down the papers he was looking at and raised an eyebrow. "Mint Chocolate Chip, really?" he asked excitedly. He loved that flavor. "You know what? That's my second favorite flavor of ice cream; just behind Bertie Bott's Every-Flavored Beans." he said matter-of-factly. He was seriously thinking about getting some now.
The subject changed from sweets that were not nesesary for him to the competiton on his Level. "Oh, no. Not just any type of Transportation. We are dividing into two teams and then we have to come up with something creative to show off our forms of Transportation." he nodded taking a drink of water, totally not staring at her ice cream.
Armen nodded again. "I see, we had a bunch of paper work right after the World Cup, but it's died down a bit recently after we got out batch of new employees." Then she mentioned the remodel of the Ministry and how it was on his floor. "Oh yeah, that. We used to be split up but now like you all we are all in one workplace. Actually I think all of the levels are set-up like that now. I like it to be honest; less memos and more interaction." he finally nodded.
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Armen sat down the papers he was looking at and raised an eyebrow. "Mint Chocolate Chip, really?" he asked excitedly. He loved that flavor. "You know what? That's my second favorite flavor of ice cream; just behind Bertie Bott's Every-Flavored Beans." he said matter-of-factly. He was seriously thinking about getting some now.
The subject changed from sweets that were not nesesary for him to the competiton on his Level. "Oh, no. Not just any type of Transportation. We are dividing into two teams and then we have to come up with something creative to show off our forms of Transportation." he nodded taking a drink of water, totally not staring at her ice cream.
Armen nodded again. "I see, we had a bunch of paper work right after the World Cup, but it's died down a bit recently after we got out batch of new employees." Then she mentioned the remodel of the Ministry and how it was on his floor. "Oh yeah, that. We used to be split up but now like you all we are all in one workplace. Actually I think all of the levels are set-up like that now. I like it to be honest; less memos and more interaction." he finally nodded.
"It is nice. Until you get a lot of drama." Frida licked her spoon clean then wished for some penne and alfredo...which appeared instantly in front of her. "Not that some isn't fun and all...just when it interacts with work it's not so good." She ate a bite of her pasta, then continued. "I like working next to Tasha though
"Berdie Bodd's?" Frida tried to say as she swallowed another oversized mouthful, "I never knew they had that flavor...guess I'm behind in the times." She stared at her ice cream, her head was beginning to pound, though it was not a surprise to her.
Frida raised her eyebrows as she raised her teacup, "Not concerned that it would cause undesired rivalry among your fellow employees?" She took a sip, then shoved the half remaining mountain of ice cream towards Armen. "Help yourself...I think I'm full." Full of hot air that was. All the ice cream did was make Frida even hungrier...though now she wanted something hot.
"It is nice. Until you get a lot of drama." Frida licked her spoon clean then wished for some penne and alfredo...which appeared instantly in front of her. "Not that some isn't fun and all...just when it interacts with work it's not so good." She ate a bite of her pasta, then continued. "I like working next to Tasha though, she's good fun." After another sip of her tea, Frida thought of something. "Maybe you know something about this....Do you think the Ministry would mind if I were to bring one of my animals in to work? Bogey has been feeling neglected...he's my siamese cat...and I was hoping to maybe keep him nearby so that he doesn't cause trouble." True. She had brought a stray dog in with her for a sort of test subject. But that was only for a couple days.
"It is nice. Until you get a lot of drama." Frida licked her spoon clean then wished for some penne and alfredo...which appeared instantly in front of her. "Not that some isn't fun and all...just when it interacts with work it's not so good." She ate a bite of her pasta, then continued. "I like working next to Tasha though
"Berdie Bodd's?" Frida tried to say as she swallowed another oversized mouthful, "I never knew they had that flavor...guess I'm behind in the times." She stared at her ice cream, her head was beginning to pound, though it was not a surprise to her.
Frida raised her eyebrows as she raised her teacup, "Not concerned that it would cause undesired rivalry among your fellow employees?" She took a sip, then shoved the half remaining mountain of ice cream towards Armen. "Help yourself...I think I'm full." Full of hot air that was. All the ice cream did was make Frida even hungrier...though now she wanted something hot.
"It is nice. Until you get a lot of drama." Frida licked her spoon clean then wished for some penne and alfredo...which appeared instantly in front of her. "Not that some isn't fun and all...just when it interacts with work it's not so good." She ate a bite of her pasta, then continued. "I like working next to Tasha though, she's good fun." After another sip of her tea, Frida thought of something. "Maybe you know something about this....Do you think the Ministry would mind if I were to bring one of my animals in to work? Bogey has been feeling neglected...he's my siamese cat...and I was hoping to maybe keep him nearby so that he doesn't cause trouble." True. She had brought a stray dog in with her for a sort of test subject. But that was only for a couple days.
Armen had to agree. "Well I know what you mean, drama is never a good thing especially in the work place. Way back when I first started here in the Ministry, when I was in Apparation, there was a TON of drama." he nodded taking another drink unil he recognized the next name. "Oh I've met Tasha before a little bit ago in the breakroom, she was nice." The Division Head smiled as he remembered the meeting. Armen then gladly recieved the rest of her ice cream. "Aww thanks Frida." he said stickign a new spoon into it for his first bite.
Armen swallowed his ice cream and then answer the question about too much competition in his employees. "No I tdont think we will have to worry about that. We have a great group of people and most of them are new so they will be a bit shy to begin with." he nodded finally.
And then his eyes glowed at the mention of pets. "You have a cat! Oh well I think that would be ok. You know as long as they dont cause too much trouble. I would love to meet it." he finished with a happy grin.
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Armen had to agree. "Well I know what you mean, drama is never a good thing especially in the work place. Way back when I first started here in the Ministry, when I was in Apparation, there was a TON of drama." he nodded taking another drink unil he recognized the next name. "Oh I've met Tasha before a little bit ago in the breakroom, she was nice." The Division Head smiled as he remembered the meeting. Armen then gladly recieved the rest of her ice cream. "Aww thanks Frida." he said stickign a new spoon into it for his first bite.
Armen swallowed his ice cream and then answer the question about too much competition in his employees. "No I tdont think we will have to worry about that. We have a great group of people and most of them are new so they will be a bit shy to begin with." he nodded finally.
And then his eyes glowed at the mention of pets. "You have a cat! Oh well I think that would be ok. You know as long as they dont cause too much trouble. I would love to meet it." he finished with a happy grin.
The second that Armen started eating the ice cream, Frida was reminded of the last time she had been in the cafeteria with a couple other people. 'Bleh.' She chose not to watch Armen eat.
Frida looked up from her food, and in an almost sing-song voice she said, "It could bring out the worst in people." But maybe that was simply from her observations.
"That's good then." Frida said, clearly pleased. "I have four cats actually...but Bogey is the only one having issues right now." The other three would hunt, or sleep all day until Frida was home. "I'm glad it should be alright. He attacks my mother, so he can't stay with my parents." Maybe she should consider letting him stay with someone else...'Hmm...' "Do you have any animals, Armen?"
She had had quite a lot to face, this morning - and for Marina Effron, that was saying a lot. She had yet to allow anyone in, and yet to have ever been comforted, by anyone except her own self; and, that considered, she was brutal in the sense that she could face the worst, and still be who she was. Still be calm. Cold, yes, but calm. Not raise her voice, not lose her head. Not cry her heart out for someone else to see, as many others would, at the least touch of sympathy - real or perceived.
It was starting to scare her, in a way.
She had written at least three letters, this morning, none of them pleasant. She had also seen at least three memories - again, none of them pleasant. The Division Head was glad to be able to escape from the Death Chamber, for a while. What had been her relief so far, was starting to become a nightmare. Sitting down at a vacant table, she frowned.
He wanted Slade. There was no way around it at the moment. With Slade there was no drama, no whining, and no... Well, he was always just Slade. He always wanted to live up to the mentor image that he'd started with Slade, but he knew he didn't have to. He could be strong for the man, but would also be comforted and not looked down upon if he failed. He had no pretense to keep up, because Slade knew everything about him, from his past, to his deeds, to his fear of cats and kneazles.
He didn't care for anyone to hold, or to help warm his bed at night. He just wanted someone who could be a friend without judgement, who knew all his secrets so he could say anything... or even just someone who knew their language. For some reason without that he felt more alone than ever. Heck, he'd get by with someone who didn't look at him strangely because he said he'd stun a kitten. Slade's response would probably have been to light it on fire just to be safe. As he took a seat away from most people, not noticing Marina was nearby, he couldn't help thinking about a question posed in a movie once: 'Why can't a woman be more like a man?' For some reason it was hard for male friends to come by for him, and while he wound up being surrounded by women, at least half of them wound up crying. He was feeling like a mental-case magnet.
He wanted Slade. There was no way around it at the moment. With Slade there was no drama, no whining, and no... Well, he was always just Slade. He always wanted to live up to the mentor image that he'd started with Slade, but he knew he didn't have to. He could be strong for the man, but would also be comforted and not looked down upon if he failed. He had no pretense to keep up, because Slade knew everything about him, from his past, to his deeds, to his fear of cats and kneazles.
He didn't care for anyone to hold, or to help warm his bed at night. He just wanted someone who could be a friend without judgement, who knew all his secrets so he could say anything... or even just someone who knew their language. For some reason without that he felt more alone than ever. Heck, he'd get by with someone who didn't look at him strangely because he said he'd stun a kitten. Slade's response would probably have been to light it on fire just to be safe. As he took a seat away from most people, not noticing Marina was nearby, he couldn't help thinking about a question posed in a movie once: 'Why can't a woman be more like a man?' For some reason it was hard for male friends to come by for him, and while he wound up being surrounded by women, at least half of them wound up crying. He was feeling like a mental-case magnet.
Right.
Drago. Marina glanced up, spotted him, and hesitated for a moment. Then she rose to her feet, dropped her handbag on an empty chair, and sat down opposite him. "I apologize for whatever Leo has said to you," she said, not at all beating about the bush. "It is, as usual, a load of nonsense. Whatever my differences with him, he had no right to talk to you, the way he did. I hope it was not too much to handle?"
But she knew it could not possibly be, and her gaze said it. Yes, it could not possibly have been too much for Drago, to handle - and after what he had shown Leo, Marina was all the more convinced that he was, in a way, completely cruel. Not heartless, no, but cruel. He could not help it, either. Or so she thought. She looked up at Drago, with eyes that were supposed to be hazel but were, at this moment, an icy, icy dark green that was almost black or deep, deep blue - she was stuck on the colour, darn it, she wished it would go away, already - and offered him a small, though not warm, smile. The kind that said she hadn't meant to drag him into all of this.
She hadn't meant to drag herself into all of this, either. She had no idea what had happened. Or how.
He found himself a little surprised. Whatever his next encounter with her, he was sure it wouldn't be this. He didn't mind that she could be unpredictable... she may be dull otherwise. Though his mind was currently fractured, and he could tell. He hadn't even thought about what he was going to respond to her with. He wasn't sure he even dared to speak at the moment, so close to the breaking point. He started by shaking his head, though remaining somewhat quiet. For a moment all he could think was that her eyes were about as dark as his in this moment, which was a bit different from how he remembered them. But then, his eyes always were dark. Finally, he said the one thing that seemed semi-safe to fall out of his mouth. "It isn't the first time a man named Leo told me to stay away from someone." Though the accompanying smile was weak, and the mirth that should have come with it never reached his eyes.
He found himself a little surprised. Whatever his next encounter with her, he was sure it wouldn't be this. He didn't mind that she could be unpredictable... she may be dull otherwise. Though his mind was currently fractured, and he could tell. He hadn't even thought about what he was going to respond to her with. He wasn't sure he even dared to speak at the moment, so close to the breaking point. He started by shaking his head, though remaining somewhat quiet. For a moment all he could think was that her eyes were about as dark as his in this moment, which was a bit different from how he remembered them. But then, his eyes always were dark. Finally, he said the one thing that seemed semi-safe to fall out of his mouth. "It isn't the first time a man named Leo told me to stay away from someone." Though the accompanying smile was weak, and the mirth that should have come with it never reached his eyes.
The smile never reached his eyes, and perhaps Marina could understand. "Drago -" She reached out a hand, and placed it on his. "Listen, I'm sorry. I never, ever meant to drag you into any of this. If I had any idea, any at all, that Leo would stir up a storm, I wouldn't have given him a chance to." There was nothing warm about her tones, but there was definitely something genuine. She knew, at any rate, that she was not lying, when she spoke. "I apologize if it made you feel responsible for - anything." She thought back to the memory he had sent Leo, and shook her head.
"My eye-colour is stuck," she frowned, in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. She was tired of the drama, and she wanted a normal conversation with him. Could they not understand each other, for once? "I don't suppose you would know a charm, to return them back to normal, or something?" They were icy, now. Extremely, extremely dark, and extremely, extremely icy. Even smiling was of no use - the ice in them would not leave, no matter how hard she tried. It was supposed to be, she knew, a reflection of how she actually felt on the inside - and yet, she did not feel cold, right now.
A little grateful for the change in conversation, he actually stopped and thought about it.
Is there?
You're the vain one. Why are you asking me?
You pry around in my brain enough.
He was satisfied with a certain amount of grumbling which usually meant he was accepting the task, then looked into her eyes further. "I think they're somewhat lovely, though I'm sure there's something. I know there are potions that are semi-permenant..."
A little grateful for the change in conversation, he actually stopped and thought about it.
Is there?
You're the vain one. Why are you asking me?
You pry around in my brain enough.
He was satisfied with a certain amount of grumbling which usually meant he was accepting the task, then looked into her eyes further. "I think they're somewhat lovely, though I'm sure there's something. I know there are potions that are semi-permenant..."
There are some concealment charms.
Are there? Like what?
"I think there are some concealment charms..."
Marina laughed, lightly. "They're completely icy, Drago," she said, matter-of-factly. "That's the only colour that gets really, really stuck. It's only happened once or twice before," she went on, thoughtfully. "The last time they were that colour, I spent several months trying to change them back to the original, all in vain." They had switched back, when she had least expected it. But at least she hadn't been stuck with the ice-blue-green forever. It was a complex, deeply dark shade. Not a good sign, perhaps.
"Concealment charms?" she asked, thoughtfully. "Do you suppose they could possibly work?" One that she had not tried before? To be honest, she did not actually want to meddle with something she hardly understood. She was quiet for a second, and then looked up at him.
"Drago, I -" She hesitated. "I wanted to say, I'm sorry if I've treated you coldly before. It's just that," she hesitated again. He knew a bit about her, and more he could read, but he did not know all that much, even though he had a good sense of perception - a very good one. "That I'm used to taking care of myself," she said finally. "I've never actually had other people care for me when I'm hurt or angry or upset, or -- never actually had other people to give me a shoulder to cry on, or whatever people are meant to do, for their loved ones. I tend to raise walls, and I don't like it when people suspect I'm not the cheerful person I appear to be, and -- I don't get angry, I get cold. I don't cry, I get even colder. I know that's hardly an apology, but I thought you might want to know that -- I hardly intended for things to shape up this badly. Or to pull you into any kind of drama -- and I'm sorry for whatever Leo has been up to. I never intended for him to come into the picture at all."
She shrugged. That was as much as she would allow herself to explain. As much as she could possibly open up.
He seemed to soften a bit with a light sigh. "I mostly thought that you would not appreciate his attempt to interfere in your life. He is obviously very pushy, and I have no doubt he is the type to try and wedge his way in a person's life with disregard to what they want, or worse, what they are ready for."
Occulus, such as the 'occulus argenteus' you used once to tint your eyes to something with more silver. It is only a tinting charm, however. There may also be the option of muggle contact lenses.
Thank you. If you find something else, let me know.
"To be honest," he said softly, "I know what it is to feel you need no one else. To simply take care of yourself... because it's easier that way. Please don't take it as being presumptuous in your feelings, I am only speaking in my own experience. But at some point it is just... tiring. To constantly be my own rock, and then the rock for others. The thing with Leo accusing me... I think the hardest thing wasn't just that he presumed to threaten me, but that he was talking as though I could have any person I wanted and took comfort in each of them. Part of me almost wished he were right, because it would mean I could. It made me miss him again. I lost it... lost control, lost my mind... and the latter isn't hard these days."
He leaned down, rubbing his forehead. "And I think I'm still cracked... I'm rambling."
I am giddy... This time not the voice of his head, but just an old memory.
"Forgive me, I'm sure I'm not making any sense right now. I did think of the charm, however. It's an occulus charm, though you must know the latin for the color you wish. Another solution may be muggle colored contact lenses."
He seemed to soften a bit with a light sigh. "I mostly thought that you would not appreciate his attempt to interfere in your life. He is obviously very pushy, and I have no doubt he is the type to try and wedge his way in a person's life with disregard to what they want, or worse, what they are ready for."
Occulus, such as the 'occulus argenteus' you used once to tint your eyes to something with more silver. It is only a tinting charm, however. There may also be the option of muggle contact lenses.
Thank you. If you find something else, let me know.
"To be honest," he said softly, "I know what it is to feel you need no one else. To simply take care of yourself... because it's easier that way. Please don't take it as being presumptuous in your feelings, I am only speaking in my own experience. But at some point it is just... tiring. To constantly be my own rock, and then the rock for others. The thing with Leo accusing me... I think the hardest thing wasn't just that he presumed to threaten me, but that he was talking as though I could have any person I wanted and took comfort in each of them. Part of me almost wished he were right, because it would mean I could. It made me miss him again. I lost it... lost control, lost my mind... and the latter isn't hard these days."
He leaned down, rubbing his forehead. "And I think I'm still cracked... I'm rambling."
I am giddy... This time not the voice of his head, but just an old memory.
"Forgive me, I'm sure I'm not making any sense right now. I did think of the charm, however. It's an occulus charm, though you must know the latin for the color you wish. Another solution may be muggle colored contact lenses."
Marina did not comment on whether she did or did not appreciate, what Leo had taken to. That was for her to know, and no one else. Neither did she choose to express her emotions on what she thought of the two vials of memories Leo had sent her, earlier today.
That, too, was only for her to know.
She gave him a weak smile, when he spoke. "He doesn't know," she said gently. "He sent me a memory. It was tainted with the way he thinks. I think I might, in time, be able to forgive him." But the iciness of her eyes said quite another story. How long would the 'time' be? One year? Two? More? She did not even want to look that fear, for fear she might see something.
"Frankly-speaking, Drago, what Leo tried to warn me about is not my concern." She paused, slightly. "-- and I wish I could help you, but sometimes perception and understanding can not fill every void. I can not experience life, as you have, even if you were to tell me each minute detail it has held for you. But if there is ever something you need to talk of, ever someone you need to open up to, perhaps you can owl me. I will try not to judge." She did not say he could talk to her, only that he could owl her. She had more than one reason, to choose her words so. It was not likely, that they would meet again, too often. "They who know the sorrows other lives have known, never walk alone.*" She gave him a smile that did not reach her icy, icy dark-blue eyes.
Aww. Marina quite wanted to hug him, when he rubbed his forehead, that way. In a completely friendly way. The one thing that held her back was the memory Leo had sent her earlier. Not because she had paid it any special attention - she had not seen all of it, when she had realized it had no other purpose, than to show Drago as a player - but because she did not think she could stoop that low. Not low enough, to be what Leo had painted someone else as.
"You're making perfect sense," she smiled, lightly. "What will this charm do, then?" She wasn't going to execute it, until she knew better. That would be pure folly, though she somewhat trusted Drago.
He chuckled lightly. "Almost sounds like what I told Rin... though I was quoting something far less sophisticated. 'The fun times are doubled and your worries feel far away. And nothing ever seems as scary when you have someone to share it with.' Though that is from a video game. As for the spell," he dared to look up at her, doing his best to compose himself. However, he didn't want to occlude and so it was far more difficult than usual. "It tints your eyes towards a certain color. I'd once used them to add a silver tint when we were in school. So technically, it doesn't actually change the color. However, with the right tint, you can come pretty close to what you're looking for. And since it's more of an overlay, your body's natural inclinations are less likely to interfere. A metamorphmagus would be able to use the charm, for example."
He chuckled lightly. "Almost sounds like what I told Rin... though I was quoting something far less sophisticated. 'The fun times are doubled and your worries feel far away. And nothing ever seems as scary when you have someone to share it with.' Though that is from a video game. As for the spell," he dared to look up at her, doing his best to compose himself. However, he didn't want to occlude and so it was far more difficult than usual. "It tints your eyes towards a certain color. I'd once used them to add a silver tint when we were in school. So technically, it doesn't actually change the color. However, with the right tint, you can come pretty close to what you're looking for. And since it's more of an overlay, your body's natural inclinations are less likely to interfere. A metamorphmagus would be able to use the charm, for example."
"I believe there has been Metamorphmagus blood, somewhere in my family," Marina said, thoughtfully. "It might have passed on to me, or it might not. I'm not an actual metamorphmagus," she explained. "I can, however, change my eye-colour, if I try hard enough. Of course, it tends to reflect my mood, when I feel very intensely -" and when she said 'very intensely,' she meant very intensely "- and then it works by itself, so to speak. I can not do much to change it back."
She shrugged. "I have no idea what tint can give my eyes more of a hazel look," she admitted. "If you have something in mind, do share. Otherwise, I guess I will have to switch back to glamour charms." She had used them, once before. The trouble with them was, they were only charms. They did not change the colour back to the original - only made it what she wanted it to be, for others to see. Not to mention, they were quick to wear off. Marina had spent months using those, and she had had to make use of them, more times than she could count, every week.
It was, honestly, a bother -- and it was unfortunate, contact lenses weren't an option. Very.
He took some time to consider her eyes, seeming to bore into them as he did, taking in every detail. "I would think occulus aureolus, which would add a golden tint. At least, if I were to use a wash while painting and was going to use a tint to bring your eye color to hazel, I would probably use a golden wash or ink. The golden color tends to add a certain warmth, as well, if you would like to try it." Leo must have troubled her quite a bit if this was the result, as far as he could tell. But then again, he didn't know everything that occurred between the two.
He took some time to consider her eyes, seeming to bore into them as he did, taking in every detail. "I would think occulus aureolus, which would add a golden tint. At least, if I were to use a wash while painting and was going to use a tint to bring your eye color to hazel, I would probably use a golden wash or ink. The golden color tends to add a certain warmth, as well, if you would like to try it." Leo must have troubled her quite a bit if this was the result, as far as he could tell. But then again, he didn't know everything that occurred between the two.
"I'll give that a try," Marina said. She had no idea why he was holding her gaze, but did not look away. She had shied away enough, from God knows what. She was done, with shying around Drago Carracio. If they could not be friends, then that was it. She was not going to try to be his friend. She had enough on her plate already, without the picture that Leonardo Bristol had tried to paint, bothering her -- and he had tried to paint it in a sickening way, too. She felt like her own mind was tainted, with his thoughts. It was not a nice thing, to reckon with. Which was exactly why she had pushed it, to the very back of her mind.
"They could do with some warmth," she smiled. The iciness of the dark shade was starting to get on her nerves, to be honest. She had worn it once before, and perhaps with both pride and injury - the latter more than the former. This time, however, it was only a worthless reminder of everything she would much rather not think of, again. Ever again.
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