Pippa Montgomery will be the apple of your eye. (modishly) wrote in afreshrpg, |
She nodded. Pippa knew that Dedalus would tell her what he could, but she knew that there were things that he wasn't at liberty to divulge. "Tell me only if you won't get into trouble," she said. "I would hate for you to lose your job because of my curiosity." She desperately wanted answers to so many things, but there were questions about the universe she would never ask Dedalus because she knew that his job would frown on him answering them. "Sometimes it's better to keep secrets."
Pippa cringed and chewed on her bottom lip. She couldn't escape his gaze, but she couldn't meet his eyes for very long. She felt guilty, and she knew that guilt was written across her face. "I don't go looking for trouble, and I know I speak or write before I think, and I really need to change that." She took a deep breath and looked up at Dedalus uncertainly. "I know who you mean. Mr. Dolohov scares the crap out of me, but it's kind of like Little Red Ridinghood and the wolf? Like. I feel I should be wary, but it's the kind of fear that comes from being out of reach?" She thought about that a moment, and the song from that musical she saw when she was little popped into her head. "It's exciting and scary, passing wit with someone so serious and who is hard to read. It's like you never really know what's going to happen." She stopped. "I'll be careful," she promised, looking into Dedalus's eyes earnestly, "and I won't go looking for trouble. No matter how curious I get or how badly I want the answers." She chewed on her nail again as she thought. "It's not just about me," she said around the nail, her brow furrowed. "If I misstep, a lot of people could be used to get to me." She sighed and shook her head at her own imagination. "No more crime books or mysteries. I'll stick with fantasies for a while."
Pippa offered Dedalus her sleeve with her own light laugh. She fought against her own tears. Honestly, she was tired of being soggy, even if these were caused by something happy. "If today is any indication of your future fatherhood," she said with a light sniff and a broadening smile, "you'll be amazing. Really." She squeezed his hand as he spoke of her first trip to Hogsmeade. She hadn't needed anything from his parents' shop; she hadn't entered Dervish & Banges to buy anything. She just wandered in because she felt like she should. "I feel like that day is another argument for fate," she told him. "I didn't need anything, and I didn't leave with anything you can buy."
She watched his face closely as Dedalus spoke of work. She hated being told 'it's complicated', but she understood. He wasn't telling her that because he didn't think she wouldn't understand. He was telling her that because he couldn't talk about it. There were no words or, like he said, he was sworn to secrecy. She nodded. "You know, when people say that, there's usually something to worry about, right?" She was teasing him slightly, but she did mean it. When someone told her not to worry, she tended to worry a little more. "I won't pester you, but I'm here for you, too." She smiled up at him. "Though my advice won't be nearly as good as yours, and I probably can't offer much more than an ear and a hug. Which I will want. As soon as we stand up."