The various homes, flats, and other dwellings of London are located throughout the city. You can visit a friend at his home or even have one over or enjoy an evening in with yourself. Your choice!
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By Maddie Jamison
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March 24th, 2012
Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts
Lately, Maddie had been thinking a lot about dying. With her father and grandparents in Azkaban, and her living alone she wondered if anyone would know if she was dead. She imagined them finding her body. She imagined them trying to figure out who she was. Maybe they would contact her mother, maybe they wouldn't. In any case she supposed her funeral, if she had one at all, would be a small affair. She didn't have any family left besides her mom. She didn't have any friends left from school, either muggle or magical. Maddie was all alone. All she had to live for now was herself and the memory of her father, dead or alive she had to stay alive for him. He wouldn't want her to through away her life-but he clearly hadn't wanted this regime to be in control either. Still, a sixteen year old's musings about her own funeral had to wait. Right now she had more important things to do. Like make the drop.

This was Maddie's fifteenth drop. She had been going strong for about two months now. After finding her father's notes and practicing the charms Maddie had taken over for him making fake papers for slaves and those with less than pureblood. It was never really too big of a lie. One parent here, hardly ever pureblood was forged. It was almost impossible but her family had figured it out and she was proud to carry on her legacy. It was really one of the best parts of her life these days. The mix of fear and adrenaline. The pride she got when her friends were free to roam at last. That was the best part- seeing freedom in a young girl's eyes. Seeing the relief in a father's face. And no one ever suspected her. She was just a teenager- what harm could a Hogwarts drop out with a muggle mother do? They counted her out practically as a squib.

Maggie looked down at her watch as she wandered the shelves of Flourish and Blott's bookshop. She casually picked up a book and flitted through it the whole time looking just over the pages. It seemed that whoever was receiving this document was late. Late made Maddie nervous. Late was not the normal.

Putting down Extreme Incantations Violeta Stitch Maggie wandered a little further down the aisle and picked up another book pretending to scan the cover all while checking for observers. She opened up the book while peering to her left and spotting a man. He was looking at her waaaaay to often. It was creepy often. Bad often. Super bad often. Get out of her often.

Maggie's heart pounded in her chest as she went up to the counter and paid for the book. The man was still watching her and she knew for a fact a woman was supposed to get this drop. She collected her change all while casing the exits and left the shop. The man had put down his book and was heading for the door.

Lifting her feet a little faster Maggie could hear the beat of her heart whispering one simple mantra-one simple truth. Stay alive.....Stay alive....Stay alive...

Rounding the corner Maddie head down a narrow ally and found what she was looking for. She dropped the document she had made into the trash can and threw a mini bottle of gin and match on in knowing that magic would just tip her off further and then proceeded to walk away as the flame raged on. She darted two alleys over hearing some sort of commotion behind her. Maddie climbed into the ally and onto a trashcan and then pulled herself up onto a nearby roof and lie flat. She closed her eyes and thought of her father and prayed she could stay alive long enough to see him again.
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By Jonathan Partridge
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It was a nice brisk walk down Diagon Alley, something Jon hadn't been able to do in some time. His status as fugitive in a way had been 'lifted'. He was still considered dangerous and that didn't prevent him from travel--at least not as badly as it used to when Williams was around. But that didn't stop the judgmental glances from those who may have recognized him from his wanted posters in the past. Nevertheless, he wandered, trying to pick up supplies for the manor, here and there, greeting those with kind enough manners to smile back at him, and being on his way. He knew the longer he'd linger, the more they'd stare, the more chance that he'd attract a Death Eater or two. His training at the infirmary was rather grueling, so it was a breath of fresh air to be among the 'healthy', as opposed to some of the folks who had been sickly over the last few weeks. They'd needed some herbs that weren't grown on the grounds and some other medical items so that was his first stop.

The doctors told him to get out and walk around, to keep active and get his legs mobile again, but he was still wandering with his cane. It was big, clunky, and made him feel like an old man. Kara would probably joke that he was one, and if Elana were alive she'd say the same. Still, Jon wasn't about to be scolded for trying to hobble around without the crutch, so he used it as he moved through the area.

Jon started back on his route out of the area, when he noticed some commotion up ahead. There was a small figure, a girl perhaps, quickly walking away from a shadowy figure. It didn't look like anyone he'd recognized but something in his gut told him to follow her. As he stalked closer, limping over as quickly as possible, Jonathan felt the pain in his leg start to intensify, pulsing from his knee down into his shin and lower into his heel. That didn't matter, though. He kept walking. They wandered down a narrow alleyway, which made all of the red flags raise up in his head. He walked faster now.

"Hey!" Jon called out, not to the girl, but to the menacing shadow behind her. Or, he thought it was. There was nothing but a small metal bin that had caught a flame, and a dumpster nearby. The shadow lingered for a moment, stopping as if to acknowledge that he'd called out, but then it vanished. "What the hell..." He uttered as he hobbled over to the wall by the blazing fire. He felt the pain throbbing still, and leaned against the wall to steady himself. The fire smelled like burning alcohol and roared like it too, but couldn't see what exactly had caught that was burning so brightly.

"They're gone. It's safe," Jon said, into the air.

The girl had vanished but if she'd found some sort of safe place to hide, he just wanted to give her the signal that she'd be alright for now. If it took him to leave before she showed herself, he didn't mind. He just wanted her to be safe.
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By Maddie Jamison
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As Maddie lay flat on the roof she ran through her options. She was not very good at dueling. She had been a part of the club for a brief time but then she had seen real fighting and despite the fact that she knew she should have learned how to defend herself in these trying new times she had quit. She had been too afraid of getting hurt or getting flashbacks of the school battle that would make her freeze. So given that she only knew how to repel a spell with minor success and fire of a few non-lethal offensive curses mostly used for jokes fighting was out of the question. So if one could not fight you had flight as your last remaining option.

She was already on a roof. She was already away from the basic situation but in case it came to her she needed an escape route. She was lying flat so getting up would need a minute. If she did get up it would give away her position. Once that happened she would have about ten seconds to get away before whoever was after her apparated to where she was. This whole thing had been a disaster. What made her think that she could do this anyway? She was a Hogwarts drop out. She never even finished her education. She couldn't duel or apparate or make advanced potions. The only reason she was here was to make her dad proud but he would never know because he was likely dead.

Holding her breath Maddie squeezed her eyes shut so hard that white lights danced before here eyes. She could hear her heart pounding in her own head and bile rising in her throat. She was too scared to look, too scared to breath, too scared to do anything other than lay here frozen with her eyes closed. And then she heard someone calling. Apparently it was safe. Even though it could be a trap. She could end up in Azkaban. Then again they had no proof. No proof, no harm, no foul. The would have to pry it out of her. She could always just plead stupid and scared-that always worked for a sixteen year old girl. People always assumed she was innocent rather than guilty, one of the few perks of being young and inexperienced.

Slowly, Maggie scooched herself over the edge and saw a man waiting on the ground staring at the fire. She would have some explaining to do about that. A problem for when she was on the ground she supposed. Licking her lips Maggie took a deep breath and surveyed the figure assesing the risks. A cane meant he couldn't catch her even with magic. She was much more agile and younger from the looks of things. Physically she would be just fine, magically probably not so much but she didn't have much of a choice. She couldn't stay on the roof forever...

The ground seemed so much farther down than up but it was nothing Maddie hadn't done before. Pulling her hood up and her scarf so she concealed her face Maddie backed up and leaped off of the roof doing a little flip in the air for show and landing in a crouch- an old trick she had practiced off of a broom in another life and another time when things made a lot more sense. The first time she had done it the Professor Callighan almost lost her mind. And then Callighan asked her to do it again, and then show her how to do it. Part of Maddie wondered what happened to the Quidditch player turned academic. Not something to worry about today.

Maddie looked up at the stranger through the slat between her hood and her scarf and narrowed her eyes. "Safe from whoever that was, but who are you and why are you tracking me?"
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By Jonathan Partridge
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Jon looked around for a moment, and jumped back a bit farther, staying along the brick wall when he noticed a figure in his peripheral vision, dropping in from above. The lithe figure of what he'd assumed to be a young one landed on the ground. When she spoke, he confirmed it was a feminine voice coming from behind the makeshift mask of her scarf, with only her eyes showing. He didn't recognize her, and but that wasn't surprising. The only children he'd been around were his nephew back home in Australia, and maybe some of the other extended family or their friends running about.

He raised his free hand, keeping the other holding tight to his cane as he stepped away from the wall. He tried his best to stand upright, but he looked her right in the eyes as he moved slowly and carefully as not to alert her. She had the upper hand here, more than likely. At her age and her stature, she was no doubt able to move faster than he could since he was still not back to his best. "Easy, I'm just someone who tends to take the wrong detours, it looks like." He wanted her to know that he wasn't hostile, so he kept his tone even and his eyes kind.

"There was a shadow following you. It happened to catch my eye and I came this way."

That was it. Simple enough, right? He wasn't trying to stalk her, only ensure the safety of someone who was being followed by what looked like a malicious force. But why? Kara would probably get him for this one, and scold him as she loved to do. "My name's Jon." There. He offered his name. Would that be enough to keep the tension down?
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By Maddie Jamison
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This was suspicious. He kept staring into her eyes like he was trying to memorize them or something. He was treating her like some broken little animal. She wasn't broken and she certainly wasn't an animal. Caneymgee here didn't need to hold up his hands like he was trying to communicate with a hostile life form. She supposed she probably looked like one with her scarf and her hood pulled up. In any case he was trying to soothe her. It was a nice thought but it was a nice thought that could possibly get her killed. Cane or not this whole thing could be a trap to get her to drop her guard to take her in.

The excuse certainly sounded like a trap. Wrong detours, shadow following her and he decided to play the hero and chase whoever it was off? Sounded too good to be true to her. And now he was trying to ingratiate himself to her. Personalize by giving his name. She had read somewhere once that if a serial killer got you the best way to stay alive was to give as many personal details as possible. She wasn't giving him her name. Jon, no Jon didn't matter as long as she didn't get caught.

"So the guy is gone Jon? You were the big hero and chased him off?"

It was a little harsh. She winced a little at the words the minute they left her mouth. She shook her head a little and tried to shake off her insecurity at being so rough. After being on her own Maddie had learned to push down the humanity a little bit. She hadn't cried since the ministry had told her that she would never see her dad again. She couldn't cry because there was no one here to help her or hold her or take care of her. She had other people to take care of. She had people who needed papers and kids who needed to visit family that actually had full blooded magic. Maddie needed to take care of them the way that no one had taken care of her or her family. All she had was herself- this Jon certainly wasn't going to change that. Still, she felt a little ashamed sometimes of what she had become, she used to smile and be happy; not so much anymore....
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By Jonathan Partridge
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Jon looked around again. Once the shadow had dissipated, it was noticeably brighter in the area, assisted by the fire in the nearby barrel. What the hell was following her? Then again, maybe it wasn't a shadow he'd seen. Perhaps it was nothing. He'd been warned there were mild hallucinogenic properties to them. For that, he hated taking them but it was the only way to numb the pain and he knew he had to get home soon. He studied the girl, still only seeing her eyes hidden behind the scarf. It was for her safety, he knew, so he didn't take offense to the fact that she hadn't revealed herself.

The girl's voice was light, and her tone was sarcastic. A teenager?

Jon narrowed his eyes, a little taken aback by her response. So shoot him for trying to be concerned for the well-being of a young girl. He nodded. "Yes, he's gone. Pardon me for trying to make sure you're safe. Now that I see that? Maybe I should be going."Jon hadn't moved just yet, as he didn't want to startle her. But if she wanted to be that way? Perhaps he should just turn heel and walk away.

"Take care then." He shook his head.

If she wanted him to stay, she'd say so. For now, he had somewhere else to be.
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By Maddie Jamison
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Great going Maddie. Well done. You managed to make a perfectly nice gentleman walk away and upset the poor guy at the same time. She let out a big exasperated sigh and fought shaking her head. Why did she always do this lately? She was only sixteen years old, she couldn't legally cast spells on her own or do anything on her own for that matter why couldn't she just accept some help when she got it. Who knows what would have happened to her if this Jon guy hadn't come and chased off whatever was on her tail. The least she could do was be polite. She should really just thank the man instead of being outright rude.

Taking a deep breath Maddie undid her scarf from her face and tried to soften her face a bit expecting the usual shock when someone realized she was younger than she acted. That would probably get her some questions if not pity. Pity was usually the first reaction and while she did have a sad story Maddie usually told whoever was giving it to her to sod off at that point. She hated being treated like a poor, lost, abandonded child even if she was one.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for swooping in there. I'm just not used to any help."

She looked down at the ground a shuffled her feet a bit unsure of what to say or do from here. I mean what did you say to a random guy who showed up out of no where and help ed d you out which could be the equivalent of aiding and abetting if he really new what she was doing out here. "Sooooooooo........did you get a good look at whatever the thing was? I was too busy to take a look behind me....obviously."
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By Jonathan Partridge
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Jon stopped walking--er, hobbling, as he had been with his cane lately. Ugh, he hated this bloody thing and wished he could just toss it into that barrel that was on fire, but no one would quite like that. Hell, even he'd regret it later when his leg was screaming for a crutch. He turned around, slowly, letting her apology settle. Jon wasn't looking for an apology, or even thanks--he was just doing his job, trying to keep people safe. But still, he took the thanks in stride and shrugged. "Sure. Anytime," He said with a light grin even if he didn't quite mean it. He might not even see this girl again, after all. Walking back toward her, Jon stopped just a few feet away and leaned on his cane. "You're not used to help?" Now that was curious.

"I dunno. But these alleys aren't safe. There's a handful of possibilities of what it could be, but it was rather suspicious, not your average tracking sort of tactic...Now, why it would be following you, is a completely different story. You running from something, kid?" Something of that shadowed quality, of that caliber even, had to have been following that girl for a reason. If she was just some troubled teen, maybe an owl or something to keep watch. But a shade? A specter? Something didn't feel right. Hopefully she'd have less evasion tactics and more answers before shooing him off again.
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By Maddie Jamison
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Well. A grin. That was at least a good sign. She hadn't offended the poor chap. Well, then again he could be acting. She acted all the time. She acted older than she was, braver than she was, more mature than she was, stronger than she was. She smiled when she really wanted to frown or cry-he could well be doing the same. Still, she didn't know this man well enough to discern if he was being genuine or not. Might as well go by what he was showing for now. He was being friendly enough and with that cane she could always outrun him even if he did have magic. By the time this cripple reached for his wand she could be long gone-or so she hoped. Now all she had to do was get out of this gracefully, or at least as gracefully as she could, without arousing any more suspicion or trouble and getting enough information to see if she could continue her little operation. Given that he was questioning her, she wasn't sure it was going to happen.

To be fair, she had let something slip. She almost winced when her admission slipped out. That was always the first thing that people started on her with-the fact that she was young and alone in a dangerous spot. From there it was always, 'where is your mother,' 'where is your dad,' 'what's someone so young doing on her own like this.' Maddie wanted to avoid all that if she could. She had been on her own for nearly a year now. Almost a full year paying her own way, on her own merits. It wasn't glamorous but at least she didn't have to deal with her mum or stay away from magic. Then again, if she didn't find out what had been tracking her and quick she might not get to come back-that was something she couldn't face. This left Maddie with a serious choice, confide a little in the stranger and hope for a big payoff or evade again, lay low for a while and see what happened. Well....patience was never her virtue.

Licking her lips Maddie quietly considered the man in front of her. He was hurt, serious, a friendly sort enough but there was something about him that Maddie didn't quite trust or understand. His motives weren't clear. And the fact that he was talking all about tactics and tracking....that was odd. Maybe she should get him to spit something out if he was trying her..."If I was would it be wise to tell you? Not to be rude mate but a man shows up out of no where talking about tracking and tactics and the like and i'm not sure I can trust him if say I am hiding something. I'll make you a deal- for every question you ask me, I get to ask one of you 100% truthful, no punches pulled. Do we have a deal?"
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For a kid, she's got a mouth on her. He thought. Jon didn't mean to seem rude, even in thought, but that was what was running through his mind as he narrowed his eyes, considering the girl's proposition. Yet, he couldn't argue. It was completely valid. What he meant to think was that she was smart for her age, whatever that might be--Jon thought she looked about fifteen or so by his judgment. His eyes might have looked confused but Jon just grinned at that offer. "Alright girl, you have a deal." His intentions were to tell the truth, but he'd have to see if she was crafty enough to pull out some of the hot switches. Things like Death Eaters, Azkaban, or his affiliation might mean this was a trap, but he didn't see malice in the girl's eyes, which was a good sign.

For the sake of being polite in front of the young woman, Jonathan refrained from reaching for his cigarettes. Also that he didn't want her to think he was going for a weapon or something dangerous, and just skitter away on him.

"We start with mine. Why are you running?" Sure, he could have gone the protective guardian route with her, but in his experience with younger ones--albeit brief--they didn't like lectures about parental supervision. The more pressing matter here was in the present, with the girl standing before him, who was being followed by what looked like a menacing presence. It might have been the tactical part of him speaking at that point, but if she was being followed by something serious, he would have to take them both somewhere else, to safety. He needed to be ready for that.
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By Maddie Jamison
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Alright girl, you have a deal. Girl. As if she were some diminutive little thing that needed taking care of or speaking down to. This bloke had no idea who he was dealing with. Sure she may technically be a girl. Sure she may be young but she had been running her own forged paper operations for months now and had yet to get caught. Sure there had been some close calls. Sure today may have been the closest one yet, but she could take care of herself for the most part. Minus the fact that she couldn't practice magic because she was underage she had managed to get several jobs, work in a little freedom fighting on the side, and live on her own for almost a full year now. Girl. Bah! He would learn soon enough that she was girl who was not to be talked down to egotistic bugger.

Question number one seemed fairly obvious. She should have expected him to ask it. She had promised to tell the truth but if he wanted the whole truth he was going to have to be a bit more clever than a 'girl.' "Because something was chasing me and I didn't want to get caught. You said it yourself. Things are dangerous these days. She smirked playfully and tilted her head considering her options. "My turn! How did your leg get hurt?"
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By Jonathan Partridge
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"Yeah. Dangerous." He echoed.

Hasty. This one was a hasty young thing. Snippy, quippy, and the epitome of teenager. Jon sighed at her answer because it was something he already knew, but he agreed to her little game. He took a precautionary glance around to make sure the shade hadn't reappeared or they weren't being followed or watched. Even though he wanted to take her hand and apparate them to a more secure location, he didn't want to be accused of grabbing some young girl and taking her against her will. Once it was deemed safe, he turned his dark grey eyes to her. "Old war injury," He smirked, "Fell in with some bad people." If she wanted to be vague, he could be too. It was substantial enough to be an answer, but didn't tell the whole story. Not everyone had to hear about the day he lost his beloved.

"You said 'get caught'? Get caught doing what? You doing something you shouldn't?" Jon tried to be a little clearer but he was sure the young woman wasn't going to give him much. He had no qualms about continuing their volley of questions because he had plenty of them. He would be fair though, and ask them one at a time, as she agreed to answer them.
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By Maddie Jamison
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The old man was not pleased with her. If the deep sigh was any indication he had expected her to be a little more direct and he was getting worn down. Good. He should have expected as much. It was typical older person. They think that anyone younger than them by a good five years didn't know what they were doing or talking about. That they couldn't fight back in anyway. In school, out in the world, everyone expected you to respect your elders and just lay down and take what they fed you. Maddie was done playing. Listening to her elders had got her a world where she was one foot in and one foot out constantly. She didn't belong here and didn't belong with the muggles. She couldn't practice magic but she couldn't bury her head in the sand. She was done listening. People like this guy would be smart to treat her with a little less exasperation and a little more respect. She was smarter than he gave her credit for and now it was time to put those smarts to use.

Old war injury he said. So which war? He may act like a grandpa but it couldn't e anything ancient. Not Vietnam. Not World War II. Maybe Iraq or Afghanistan or maybe a wizarding war. The seventies he would have been a child but the newest one? Still, that wouldn't explain the injury. He was acting as if he wasn't used to being hurt. He wasn't used to the cane. It had been clear from the start. But the war was lost. Resistant was existant. She was proof of that but media said the resistance was dead. And now the question was which side was he on? He had said he fell in with some bad people. Did that mean he was part of the resistance and ran into the government or the other way around. But she had to figure it out quick because he was winning this game. He had figured things out a little too fast.

"Of course i'm up to something I shouldn't I'm a teenager it's what we do. And that's the only question i'm answering because you broke the rules and asked me two. So now it's my turn- Why should I trust you?" She had to know and she had to know now. He was too close. He could capture her and take her in if she confessed. If the proof was good she could tell him everything. If the proof wasn't great enough-she could run. She could certainly run faster than him and that's what mattered at this very moment.
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By Jonathan Partridge
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Jon sighed.

Why was he even bothering anymore, talking to this one? With that mouth she could argue her way through town and not have to worry about anyone following her, right? She'd be able to take care of herself, as she had been doing just fine so far. But no, she had to remind him too much of Vivian and he had to stay because he...had to. She was right though, so he chose not to be too aggravated when she shot him down about answering the questions. He ran his mouth for longer than they agreed and now the volley was to him again. Jon, however, was not okay with the vague answers. They were going to get them nowhere; the more they asked, the less they answered, and it would be a colossal waste of time.

"You shouldn't." He responded. It wasn't threatening, it wasn't ominous, it was just Merlin's honest truth. "I can't tell you to trust me, you either do, or you don't." Someone told him that, a long time ago, and it was something that had stuck with him for years. Even if he went on to explain about the Order, about how his leg was almost blown off by a hitwoman--a psycho witch, he would never demand that a complete stranger, and an underage one at that, to trust him. "I can honestly say though, that you can."

Jon nodded at her, trying to reassure her. He laid out an option on the table that said very little out loud but was laced with deeper meaning if she decided to ask more questions. In fact, he didn't even ask her one back now, he just gave her the floor to ask away, if she so chose.
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By Maddie Jamison
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Wow. Honesty. That was new. Maddie hadn't heard honesty from anyone in a long time. Her father hadn't been honest with her. Her grandparents hadn't been honest with her. Her mum, her teachers, the government, no one had been so raw with her since this whole mess started that night Hogwarts had been attacked. It seemed like something so small, and so insignificant, but that one shred of realness, that one moment where an adult clearly was being real, and raw, and honest with her was everything. While it seemed so stupid, and so against everything she knew, if someone was willing to let her in and say that maybe...just maybe...she could trust them.

Maddie stared the stranger, Jon, in the eyes long and hard during a pregnant pause. She saw nothing. Maddie always was told that you could tell a lot about a person by looking into their eyes. She knew her da always judged people by looking at them. He could always tell when she was lying or omitting something. But staring at Jon now she couldn't see anything. Maybe that was what someone's eyes were supposed to look like when they were honest? Maybe not seeing anything was a good sign. There was no shift, no nervousness, just dead straight ahead look.

Finally, Maddie let go of her breath and felt her whole body release. She didn't realize she had been holding it. Releasing her breath seemed to pull a string and she suddenly was able to drop her shoulders a little bit and smash the tough mask. "I forge papers. Mostly blood paperwork. I was scoping out a mark and I think I was followed- or ratted out, one of the two. I burned the papers but they probably will circle back around and you should get out of here. It's bad enough if they find me but you are just trying to be helpful and I don't want you caught too...." The words stopped as suddenly as they started and Maddie felt a little shocked that she had let so much go. It was against everything she had ever done. Her shoulders slumped low and she hugged her body close suddenly wishing for a wand, or magic or some way to protect herself given how unsafe she was right now- with him and with the world.

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