Sins of the Past
5th of July 2006 A.D.
"How do wizards learn magic?" you blurt out, looking at Harry. "Properly I mean not..." your words trail off awkwardly since you are not sure what everyone knows.
Harry shuffles in place and turns his head a little, as though he both wants and does not want to see how your mother is taking this. You know that feeling and then he sort of stretches out his gloved left hand a little, the smallest wince of pain flashing behind his eyes.
"Usum is there any kind of like... healing spell I could get, that works on other people?" you ask.
"There are ways for you to soothe the ailments of those who accept your rightful rule my princess, truly your mercy knows no bounds to think of such things so soon after coming into your power."
You wince at the thought of being a liege lady like that and part of you, the part that is Molly the already screw-up seventeen year old wants to deny it off hand, but you remember the deal and the slow hum of gathering beyond the door of the movie theater reminds you that you are more than just that, that you chose to be more than that. Thus you listen closely indeed when Harry Dresden, the only wizard in the Chicago phone book, you checked, explains how wizards are made.
"Wizards, proper wizards, those with the talent that goes beyond just one thing, like changing their shapes or floating spoons or a touch of the sight are trained by other wizards, an apprenticeship. That's not to say all wizards can do all things equally, you might have noticed I am a bit better with fire than I am with say water..."
You giggle at the sheepishness, he had been throwing around fire at those spiders like it was candy at Halloween, the bad kind like candy corn or sweet tarts that you want to get rid of so you don't have to eat them later or feel guilty for throwing them out.
"But like in principle a proper wizard a least knows the theory for what you can do and... what you shouldn't do."
The floor isn't any cleaner here than it was in the back room. "That was one of the things the Scarecrow told me... or showed me maybe, it's all blurry, but it wanted me to hurt more and like truth cuts deeper than lies or something philosophical like that." Your attempt at levity lands like a lead balloon.
He stops and you wonder why... enough to drag your eyes back up the long canvas trench coat and all the way up to his face. His five o'clock shadow looks like it's from five o'clock three days go and that is probably your fault as well, but there is no anger in his blue-grey eyes just sort of confusion which makes two of you, but isn't really comforting.
"Rose is going to be alright in a few years...."
That's... that is the best news you have had all day, you can feel the relieved smile suddenly burst on your face with none of the awkwardness, but for some reason Harry does not take it well, his expression darkens to something a lot more judgey.
"Nelson won't though," he says still watching you carefully.
"Likely because you were more invested in retribution for his transgression than instruction on how to avoid repeating it in his case," Usum notes lightly, coiled at the root of your mind.
What do you do?
[] Pretend to care as much about hurting Nelson as you do Rosie (Manipulation+Subterfuge)
-[] Stunt: Optional
-[] Use Excellency
[] Be honest about your feelings even if they are not flattering
[] Write in
OOC: A short one this time because this is an important moment for both Molly and her relationship with some of he people around her.