Arc 3 Post 2: The Better Part of Valor
The Better Part of Valor
22st of July 2006 A.D.
"Come on it will be fun, you can just stay in my room..." you trail off as Lydia looks meaningfully at Hope's head popping up from behind the chair like the proverbial Hobbit out of their hole and as curious as any resident of Bag End would be seeing a visitor from far away. "Well OK, it'll be a little bit awkward, but we don't bite honest, well not unless you happen to be around baby Harry when it's feeding time..."
Wait, she doesn't actually think you were being serious? Toddlers aren't piranhas. Right, only child. "Look everyone's gonna be curious now or later, but if you stick around now you can distract the jawas, I can run interference, talk about stuff at the museum. Otherwise you will come to dinner or something, mom's going to make meatloaf and apple pie and the only thing you can use as a distraction is the food. Let me tell you mom makes great apple pie, but not apple pie is that great."
"What am I supposed to say when they ask me about magic and stuff?" she asks, more pleading than frustrated.
"They won't." Because mom doesn't want to talk sorcery anymore than she has to, you add mentally.
Speaking of mom you notice she is grilling to Matthews about Cindy and her sister, there is nothing impolite about the tone, perish the thought, but she is being very... insistent about making sure Cindy can go home safe and reading between the lines it's clear she doesn't just mean the ghosts and goblins.
Poor Harry, caught in the crossfire, had revealed something of what had gone on at the museum, though thankfully he's been light on the details about decapitations and necromanctic rituals and there is no getting around the fact that a Mantle got transferred and Matthews is no longer entirely master of his own fate, or for that matter entirely human.
Normally when talking about things like this Mom would send the kids out, but this time she has no hope of shifting Cindy from her grandfather's side so she decided to talk in code about 'new work opportunities' and the 'long hours.' So focused on the little girl you do not even think she realizes that Lydia is listening more and more alarmed by the moment.
"I hope you will be staying in town now that things are settled Lydia," Dad is trying, but it's clear he doesn't quite know what to make of the girl She makes an odd picture right now, almost professionally put together with what had to be a mark of her nature, alerts and attentive, but so quiet she often falls back on monosyllabic answers, unsure of what to say around younger kids.
You take one more shot at it. "Lydia had some trouble with her house.... er burst pipes. She can stay here can't she?"
"That's OK, it's only one room. I'll...." she looks at Daniel and mumbles. "Call you later."
Short of literally blocking the door there isn't much you can do and so reluctantly you watch her say her goodbyes and leave. You wish Gard were still around to take her home, but she had, perhaps wisely made herself scarce as soon as she dropped you off here. Valkyrie or no someone who works for Marcone likely would get too warm a welcome from mom.
Harry, ever the gentleman offers to take her home... and to fix up the wards as best he is able. Matthews and Cindy leave soon after, you give the girl your email and Myspace address if she has questions or just wants to keep in touch. Her grandfather smiles, seeming grateful you are taking the time.
So you are left with just your family for the first time since this whole thing began, your family and your recollections of the past few hours.
Do you share the fact that you killed someone and assisted a necromanctic ritual with either of your parents
[] Yes
-[] Write in
[] No, no sense burdening them with it. After all it's not like you are upset by either
OOC: Welp, you cannot win them all.
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