Supper

A look of confusion crossed Keera’s face, she was curious as to how he had known about the fact that she had almost punched Arthur, when she had said nothing of the sort. She voiced these thoughts so that she could get an answer, “How did you know about that? It isn’t going around the school, is it? Because I really can’t lose this job, or everything will go up in flames.”

Keera was quiet for a moment, watching him as she tried to think of another question; there were plenty of them filling her mind to the brim, but they all seemed to vanish whenever she tried to pull them out and ask them. The short silence wasn’t one that made her squirm and feel uncomfortable, it was actually rather pleasant. Nothing like the awkward pauses that usually took over when she was too busy thinking.

“Why…”- No, no, that’s not how you start that question, darlin’ – “Could you, uh…” Wrong, again, one more shot. Keera stopped to think for another moment, she was normally very good with putting her words together just right, but this was a tough question for her to ask, she was actually quite scared to ask it, after all, it took a lot of courage to face your fears, “Do you think you could, perhaps, uhm, help me…again?” she asked, fallowed a laugh that didn’t sound as if it came from Keera’s throat; Keera was normally a very confident person, but this time her laugh sounded shaky and unsure.

Keera Mast wanted James Wilson to help her conquer her fear of trust.

Keera snorted- a form of laughter that was rather unbecoming of her – when Wilson answered her in such a way. As far as Keera was concerned, he did know everything, and he knew that- of course. “Honestly, James, what would you do to stop that? I do not believe that the headmaster would kick me out of the school, but if he did, there would be nothing for you to do about the matter,” she replied simply, spooning a bit of her baked potato into her mouth after she finished speaking.

“How fascinating, a cat has clawed out Keera Mast’s tongue,” she said allowed by mistake…again. Though this thought wasn’t very embarrassing at all- in fact, it sort of helped her get over her little moment of insecurity, long enough for her to actually finish her question. “Trust.” It was a simple word, and yet, it was a word that had a huge impact on Keera each time she tried to actually trust anyone. Keera trusted Wilson, and the amazing thing about that fact was that he hadn’t even had to try that hard to gain that trust. It normally didn’t come that easily when she tried to put her faith in anyone else, and therefore, she assumed that Wilson would be the one to help her- or at least, if he could.

“You have quite a bit of confidence,” Keera noted, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. She wondered how he was so sure of himself, how he managed to cancel out doubt & focus on achievement. It was very interesting…inspiring even. She laugh softly, but it was more like a content “hmmm” than a laugh.

There were questions- but Keera knew there would be for it was a very odd thing for her to ask of him. It wasn’t every day someone whom you just met asked for you to teach them to trust. As a matter-o-fact, it almost sounded impossible to occur, and yet, here Keera was, sitting on the opposite of James William Wilson, putting more faith in him than anyone she had met during the previous years. Keera looked at her glass and took it in her hand, holding it just above her face so that her eyes were leveled with it’s rim, “I trust you, and yet, I hesitate each time I take a drink from this glass, for I fear it has been poisoned,” she stated, slowly making her point. She set the goblet down on the table and folded her hands in her lap once more.

“There is a possibility of anyone turning on you if you put your faith in them. You could fall backwards, expecting the person behind you to catch you- as they had promised –and end up on the ground with a bruised spine,” she told him, explaining her point of view the best way she could- the only way she could. “I want to put my faith in a handful of people whom I will need to trust for things to work as planned, but I can not do so If I am constantly worrying that they will kill me when I have my back turned. Now, please don’t think me foolish; I know it is not wise to trust anyone before you are sure that they deserve that trust, but the thing is, even if someone were to prove that they could be trusted, I would still have difficulty believing them.”

Keera realized after she was done speaking how much it didn’t make sense to ask for help in such a way. It wasn’t really possible for Wilson to help her- well, not unless he could somehow tweak her mind, which was something she would never allow anyone- not even him –to do, if she could help it.

Keera looked at the ceiling, pausing for a moment to think, “They are quite foolish, and curiosity could easily get the better of them, but they could be very powerful. Mariana Diggory can produce a Patronus and her mind works a bit differently than the others’; she is creative with the way she thinks and that could prove to be very useful. Jamie Prophet can see the future, and though she isn’t too sure about it, has learned to trust me well enough,” Keera stopped there for a second. There, was an example of someone misusing another’s trust; Keera wasn’t particularly interested in Jamie, in truth, she was using her for her gift. Thinking about that for a moment, Keera put her spoon down, resting her chin on her knuckles. She wasn’t feeling guilty, but something about knowing that fact bothered her, as if it were a warning not to put faith in anyone.

“heh…” She rubbed her face. “There is an example for you right there, of trust leading someone astray.”

Laugher floated from Keera’s throat, though she tried to stifle it. It amused her that she was sofascinated with a student that Wilson loathed. She could understand his words about immaturity & such, but her opinion of Mariana did not change; she believed that with that much power running through her veins and her unique train of thought, she could be a very important person to have on her side. “I agree completely, but everyone has their idiosyncrasies- I should know. As for letting emotions cloud her judgment, I shall try my hardest to prove to her that those things can be pushed aside when necessary,” She answered with a smile.

Do you hear that, doll, you would have to tell him everything! her thoughts jeered at her, and she knew her mind would smirk at her if it could. Keera’s face went blank, and she did her very best to drain all expression from her eyes- though she knew her eyes would always be the windows to her soul, no matter what she did about it. She was very cautious- very afraid –of revealing that much of her plan, and so it took quite a bit of courage to do so.

“The Ministry, The Minister, the Aurors- they have to…disappear. I would rather not kill them, because many of them are very, very powerful, but if it is necessary to bring the Ministry down, then I will do what I must,” Keera started to explain, picturing everything in her head. “The Death Eaters have no one to fight for anymore; Voldamort is gone, and that is something that needs to be explained to them. If they can’t see reason…well, they will share the same fate as those in the Ministry who got in the way. The same for the Order. These ‘sides’ need to eliminated, along with the blood statues; we have sorted people by the side they are on and the blood that runs through their veins for as long as anyone can remember, and we are wrong in doing so,” Keera finished, bringing her glass to her lips again, hesitating, and then took a drink from it.

Keera watched Wilson for a few moments; she wondered what he thought of her ideas & beliefs. She always wondered what people thought of her, though she didn’t care what their opinion actually was; it was the fact that she didn’t know what was going through their minds that got her curious. “I know… that it is a rather ‘impossible’ plan, but I believe that, well, that I can do it If I find enough people who are willing to assist me, people who believe in the same things I do,” she added, almost sounding defensive.