[Yeah, so she looks more than a little put out, but at least she brushed her hair. This video is brought to you by confused irritation, and the discovery that EVERY LAST BIT OF FOOD is absent from her pantry
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[It's a mixture of hatred and confusion on her face. Several blinks later, she still can't manage a clear thought. Or word. Because what she remembers is horrifying. But there's (displaced) joy along with it and she has no idea why.]
Is this your doing? Did you steal my memories along with whatever other crime you've committed against me?
No. I can't hold actions against someone who doesn't remember committing them. If you wish to meet, I will. The nature of that meeting will be decided by how you now proceed.
Heck with what Tonks and James would do: Io will kill him.
If there's anything left to kill. Sirius growled, You keep going back. Definition of insanity, m'boyo…Lupin ignored the imaginary along with the real. He went through the flat, gathering supplies, and no more than three minutes after the conversation, apparated straight to the hillside
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[Bellatrix hasn't remembered just how to Apparate other than recalling she'd been splinched once or twice (four times actually) in her first few attempts, and that she'd gotten to almost like the sensation by the time all was said and done.
She's disturbed by this, atop a deadened sense of ...not being disturbed at all. Which then disturbs. It's an interesting cycle to say the least.
Thirty two minutes later, she appears a few feet from him, stumbles forward from the rush, grasping at his sleeve, and then recoiling faster than she knew possible.
There's something outshining the inexplicable hatred that brightens her eyes when she sees him. Mute horror.]
[He leaves his arm reflexively rigid should she need stabilising (HA!) but otherwise makes no move toward or away from her.
He holds up his wand: pointed at the sky, held between palm and thumb, other four fingers pointedly splayed. Then opens his jacket and puts the wand away in an inner pocket.]
[She doesn't move any further back, doesn't move at all as he does this, only watches. Her eyes linger on his throat longer than she'd like, and she swallows, straightens and opens her mouth to speak.
Her voice cracks on the first syllable, but she presses on as if it hadn't.]
Switches to video. Just to meet her eyes.]
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You.
[It's a mixture of hatred and confusion on her face. Several blinks later, she still can't manage a clear thought. Or word. Because what she remembers is horrifying. But there's (displaced) joy along with it and she has no idea why.]
Is this your doing? Did you steal my memories along with whatever other crime you've committed against me?
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Tonks's eyes widened, turning firecat-amber in her rage, and she sprang clear through the forgescreen to hex Bella sideways.
James started plotting how to use this newfound amnesia against her. (Lure her out with promise of information then expel some entrails…)
Sirius was on the floor laughing like mad.
Lily closed her eyes with sadness. (It doesn't change.)
Lupin, silent, turned off the video.]
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I'll consider this your move.
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the Door
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How do I know this isn't a trick?
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He doesn't respond.]
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Very well. I will meet you there in half an hour.
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Heck with what Tonks and James would do: Io will kill him.
If there's anything left to kill. Sirius growled, You keep going back. Definition of insanity, m'boyo…Lupin ignored the imaginary along with the real. He went through the flat, gathering supplies, and no more than three minutes after the conversation, apparated straight to the hillside ( ... )
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She's disturbed by this, atop a deadened sense of ...not being disturbed at all. Which then disturbs. It's an interesting cycle to say the least.
Thirty two minutes later, she appears a few feet from him, stumbles forward from the rush, grasping at his sleeve, and then recoiling faster than she knew possible.
There's something outshining the inexplicable hatred that brightens her eyes when she sees him. Mute horror.]
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He holds up his wand: pointed at the sky, held between palm and thumb, other four fingers pointedly splayed. Then opens his jacket and puts the wand away in an inner pocket.]
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Her voice cracks on the first syllable, but she presses on as if it hadn't.]
Why.
...do I hate you?
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