Broken hearts and Like Minds (Christy and Marco)

Christy laughed a little at him, "I suppose I could hold my own against people if need be." she replied smiling, "Although I could be honest and tell you it does get rather annoying having people after you because you're the daughter of the German Minister of Magic and all. As well as second in command for the group thats bend on the eradication of vampires and werewolves alike." She had just given away her true status to him but at and in her defense he seemed to feel the exact same way as she did. It confused her why she had felt as horrid as she did for Nick killing his sister for what she had become but then again Godric had the cure for lycanthrope.

Marco's eyes lit up, she had finally revealed her secret, he could tell by the way her aura perked up as if a weight had been lifted. There is a faction fighting back. his words were soft, an affirmation to himself more than for her words. He had been certain there was, what he had not known was how to find them or prove his worth to join the fight. He had not planned to deliberately use her, he would not stoop to use her now. I see we are of like minds concerning the "guests" of the castle. I won't trouble you for details you are not at liberty to give; however I will reiterate that I will accept a chance to prove myself to the order if the moment should present itself. I will not be debased to act as a lower subordinate hit man, but I will work within a team and prove my worth all the same. He pondered this decision, he was typically al oner, making few friends, and keeping to himself, he'd already let her into his confidence, he was apparently destined to allow Godric in also. His world was changing.

"Hmm." she said looking at him, "I might be able to get you into Nick's inner circle once and if we ever get on speaking terms again." she replied, "If you are interested. I'm only his second in command and adviser on such matters as these that you've presented me with." She said looking a bit down on what they were talking about. "But then again now that he and I aren't exactly together over what he did to his little sister my place in his inner circle might not be what it once was."

Marco watched her aura grow darker again, he had not meant to lead her down this thought path. I would not ask this of you. I will find a way to interact, I would not be beholden to you for your part; and I would not have my position precarious. I mean you no offence, but I would like the chance to prove my own way, and earn the right to join. It is just my means of doing things. He pondered, his primary goal had been to cheer her up and discern what the deep darkness centered on. Now he knew, and he wasn't sorry. Yet he had not made things better.

He looked into the fire grate, pondering what to do next. A chance encounter... someday, at some time. Knowing her will be my fortune, and she won't have to talk to Nick, or Godric. I will just be there and she may or may not admit to knowing me. Perhaps Godric will remember me favorably. Perhaps the fates will allow me to show my valor and intent. Words spoken low like a vow; or a charm or incantation, willing them to come true by saying them aloud. She needed not to hear them, they were his own ponderings again.

He looked at her again, his mind cleared. What will you do then, Christabelle? You have more strength and fire than you wish to admit. This loathesome pandering isn't who you really are. So what will you do? He had to help her in some way, had to get her focused on getting back to the right track. He could read the intensity of her relationship with Godric, she needed to repair it! He could not lead her or tell her but he could try to get her to think it over and decide what to do for herself. He looked at her blankly, a sounding board to test her ideas on.

"I know you won't ask it of me." she replied looking at him, "I don't expect many things from people as it is. They tend to only be nice when they want something from you and it causes the problems of discerning your real friends from the ones who just want to use you.

She picked back up her journal that she had carried around with her glancing over it as he looked into the fire. She hadn't even heard a word he had said the only thing that came to her mind was. What I would give to have this night taken back from me, to know the evil that Nick has done with me on the other side of the door. A two year old child. She had been bitten, that was positive but Godric had the cure, she could have been saved. She was the only family he had left and he murdered her, probably without even using his wand. I was at that house, it was a carnage. Blood had caked the walls and you could already smell the rotting of his parents flesh by the time I had gotten there. It really would have been too much to bare for him and even myself but I went through it for him. I did not go through it for him to kill the only family he had left. She was terrified when I picked her up out of her bed. She was half asleep from crying out for Nicholas. I calmed her down into a sleep before I apparated back. Was it wrong of me to do. I honestly think I should have hid her away and just told him she had died, but now I'll never know.

"It isn't that is correct but I don't really have another option." she said looking back at him. She had snapped out of her faze when the page had ended and Marco had begun to speak. [color=purple]"Godric won't allow me to reconcile with him I know that. He'll side with Nick no matter the cause, especially on this one." As she said this she dropped the book on the ground the page remaining visible in her beautiful handwriting for him to see.

Had she meant for him to read the words printed on the page? Her careless handling of the volume had allowed him to gaze upon it's contents and he read so quickly that had she grabbed it back up he already had finished and it would have been pointless. He wanted to ask if she had any knowledge of where the tiny body was... perhaps saying goodbye would help her. But he could tell there was more to it than even was written on the pages. It was the betrayal of love so innocent and pure. It was a ghost of her own love.

How could he expect to help her with that? All he could hope to do was be there. He moved closer and touched her shoulder, it was aceptic and polite, simply a friendly gesture. A move that said I have no words, I can only give you my support. Why he cared... the fates would reveal in their own time.

She hadn't intended on anyone to read what she had written in that journal but at the moment she hadn't even realized she had dropped it. She was so dumbfounded by the scenario that was going on. She looked up at him when he placed his hand on her shoulder and involuntarily she hugged him. It was the first time in a long time she had, had a friend there for her, for anything. It was one of the main reasons she missed Beauxbatons. She hadn't had the courage to tell her friends there that she wasn't getting married anymore.

Marco sighed, he hugged her platonically but firmly. He didn't expect her to cry, but she needed to. She needed to grieve and wash the thoughts and feelings from her system. But all he could do was be there, steadfast and supportive. He was thankful that Godric was at odds with her; what would he say to see Marco cradling her as though she were precious? He held her in a gentle embrace and tried to calm her with his own staid presence. Although he too was torn over a man he could not think of it. He felt her own scenario had helped him relax through his situation and uncertainty. So he didn't feel the pressing need to talk about it anymore. He was content to reveal that he could possess a softer side.

If she ever mentioned it in the future he would be nearly incalculable as to be compared to this Marco here offering his shoulder to a strong woman in need. But we are all facets of humanity, revealing our imperfections with our glorious attributes. While he considered this softness a potential weakness he did not consider her weak, nor himself at this moment. He offered a soft request of the Gods that she make it through this soon.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't be doing this. she said as she pulled away from the embrace. She shouldn't be hugging him, in fact he was still practically a stranger to her. The hug was in fact comforting to her in some aspect. She wiped the tears from her eyes and picked up her journal. "I guess you saw what was in there huh?" she asked looking up at him as she flipped to the next page. Something had compelled her to read it out loud to him as if he was compelling her even though she knew he wasn't.

"I find my self at odds with the world. I deserve everything I've ever gotten in life, including Nick. He has been a treasure to have spent my life with, but alas he can not be the one for me. I thought and had a strong feeling he was but after what I've witnessed that night he can not be. My thoughts are to him every day and I can't bare to be apart from him even though I know I must. I still can't get up the nerve to take off this damned engagement ring. Maybe its a sign from the stars above that he and I were ment to be but other than that I have no other feelings about that, not even a vision or anything in a star chart or tarot reading. I shall spend the rest of my days as a loveless wretch who should make everyone around them miserable. Then again these could just be my drunken ramblings as I haven't eaten or slept since that fateful day. One would wonder why I look like I do but then if they knew, they would understand. I can't even face my cousin. He and I are at odds right now, I don't like this feeling, he's always been by my side for everything but now...Now he seems to have turned on me like the rest of this gods forsaken world. He is my twin in everything except our parents. He is the darkness to my light. I can't stand the thought of him hating me for this but I don't know what else he feels as he no longer lets me close enough to him to find out." she finished reading tears had come flowing from her face.

"I guess now you know exactly why I don't look as well as I normally do now." she said laughing a little. It wasn't even a laugh of happiness. She just needed to vent out her feelings, it seemed like he knew that so she would vent to him.

Marco released her easily, and with no show of anythign awkward or untoward in the action. It had been out of his normal character, but she has needed it. He read the page she offered quickly, he needed only to glance at it and he had pretty much finished, it was a talent and one of the reasons he belonged in Ravenclaw; with their "sharpest of wit and brightness of mind." He looked at her and pondered how to tell her he understood and somehow everything would be alright. There weren't words to say, so he simply looked at her with compassionate eyes, eyes that did not pity or scorn, merely acepted.