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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 0:12:35 GMT -5
"Not exactly," He sighs placing his cup down, "There is no way to prove that there was a spell put on him, even though his eyes were glazed over like that. Allie and I tired to figure a way out, but never able to. Allie had been put under the imperius curse many times. Your brother most likely claimed to be under a curse, but no one would believe him. It has happened before."
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Post by Professor Charity Turner on Jun 21, 2008 11:06:56 GMT -5
Charity's hope deflated slightly. "Oh." She sighed and folded the paper again, tossing it aside, and staring into her half-eaten split pea soup.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 14:53:58 GMT -5
Brayden picks up the paper, "Don't be like that, there is still hope." He hands it back to her.
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Post by Professor Charity Turner on Jun 21, 2008 17:39:45 GMT -5
Charity took it back and hugged it to her chest. "He's out there somewhere, probably confused..." She shook her head until her long curls formed a curtain in front of her face.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 17:48:23 GMT -5
He brushes her curls out of her face, "He may be closer than you think, just spend him an owl. Use mine, he always find the person he is looking for." Brayden whistles loudly and a tall black eagle owl comes flying into the Great Hall, landing in front of them.
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Post by Professor Charity Turner on Jun 21, 2008 20:04:45 GMT -5
Charity gave him a long look, then reached into the bag next her- which was hers -and pulled out her wrting utensils and some parchment. She looked at him again and began to write in her curly, elegant script.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 20:16:51 GMT -5
Brayden turns to eat some toast and read this mornings paper.
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Post by Professor Charity Turner on Jun 21, 2008 20:22:47 GMT -5
Charity pressed her quil to the parchment, then paused, pressed down again...and paused. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea..." She said softly. She let her hair fall forward again and stared down at the tiny ink splotches on her parchment.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 20:31:33 GMT -5
"Stop thinking so hard and just write." He laughs.
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Post by Professor Charity Turner on Jun 21, 2008 20:37:47 GMT -5
Charity cringed and began to write again, quickly and with little thought as to what was going on to the paper. She had the slightest idea that when she actually did read it, it would all be simple nonsense that would make sense to no one but her. But she wrote and ended up with almost two feet full. "Do you think this is enough? No...it's too much. Much too much...I should just start over..."
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 21:34:44 GMT -5
Brayden grabs the parchment from her, "No it's fine, just relax. Your brother will understand why it's so long." He hands it to Lex, his owl, and tells him to take it to Samuel Turner, "Now it's too late to change it. Never read over what you write because it takes out the truth."
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Post by Professor Charity Turner on Jun 21, 2008 21:35:50 GMT -5
Charity sputtered for a moment, then dropped the hand that had been reaching toward the owl. "I hope you didn't learn that in school..." She muttered.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 21:40:40 GMT -5
"Oh of course I did. A teacher did that to me when I was writing Allie, she didn't know i was her father but we were friends because I knew." He laughs lightly
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Post by Professor Charity Turner on Jun 21, 2008 21:43:32 GMT -5
Charity's eyesbrows pulled together and she pressed her lips into a tight line. "A teacher told you not to reread? Honestly?" She asked. "Hold on--her father?"
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 21, 2008 21:54:37 GMT -5
Brayden laughed loudly this time, "Did I say father, I ment brother. See my thoughts get jumbled and I say things I am thinking... Allie is my sister, but she didn't find out until after her fake mother died." He pauses for a moment to take a deep breath, "Allie is my half sister, we have the same mother. Allie claims I look like her but Allie has her face, but I have her coloring. Voldemort gave Allie away when he attacked Harry Potter and his family, my father befriended the family so I would never lose touch with my sister. I was forced into promising that I would not tell her. Our mother died a few weeks after giving birth to Allie and Voldemort took control over her life. When she found out that Voldemort was her father, she wanted to find her real mother as well. Now that she knew, my promise didn't matter and I told her. She was upset that she would never know her actually mother." Brayden looks down at his hands.
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