Sam Madley wants your opinion on peanut butter. (justsam) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-14 22:25:00 |
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Sam shut his journal and slid out of his bunk, mostly just curious as to what Jo had to say. They hadn't done much talking since she'd been back and they'd all been so busy with the hostages lately. And now they were probably moving and Sam was just trying to make himself useful. There was something innately ominous about being asked to talk, but he shrugged it off. It was probably nothing. Probably. He tugged his shoes on, nearly fell over as he kicked them on, and then headed out to the garden, spotting Jo already there. He felt a worm of apprehension dig into his stomach, but tried to ignore it. "Hiya Jo," he greeted with a small smile. "How're you doing?" Jo, who had been bent over a tomato plant, rose as she heard Sam arrive and brushed her hands off on the sides of her trousers. There was no point in small talk, no worth in gilding the lily, and so she simply threw her arms around his neck and gently squeezed. "Your family - the ones the Death Eaters took hostage - have been taken to the rehabilitation center. Marlene McKinnon told me." Sam blinked, not quite processing what she'd just said. "Wha-- But they knew better, they weren't..." he trailed off, frowning. "That doesn't make sense," he said finally, brow slightly furrowed. "They're muggles, what d'they need rehabilitating for anyways? It isn't like they're any threat to anyone." Sam swallowed hard and shoved his hands in his pockets, glaring at the ground. He'd thought maybe they'd gotten away. Who bloody well went after muggles? He'd been worried at first, of course, but he'd reasoned himself out of the idea. There was no reason to go after them. Except to get to him. Well hell, it was bloody well working. He clenched his jaw, suddenly slouching a bit, eyes still glued to the garden. "Thanks, Jo," he said finally, a little stiffly. He wasn't angry with her. She was telling him because he needed to know, he was pretty sure. Sam just wasn't quite sure of how to handle it. Having released him upon saying everything she did, she pursed her lips and read in his tension all the contention within him. "We can get them back. And I'll help you all I can," she said softly, and, "If it helps, I don't think they'll hurt them physically. It's more to get at you - but listen, you can't let it. Your family needs you to keep your head." Sam nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet. She was right of course. He coudn't just fly off the handle. He'd never been like that anyway, only it was really bloody difficult right now. His mum and dad and sister needed him to be able to think and so Sam take a deep breath, even if it was a bit shaky. "Okay," he said finally, trying to force his head to work. The bottom line was that he couldn't do anything right now, so he couldn't beat himself up over it. "Okay, so. I dunno, I think Rufus wants to move everyone before we go run off on any wild goose hunts so..." Sam idly mussed his hair and frowned toward the barracks. "I guess it doesn't do any good to raise alarms or anything. S'just we have to deal with one thing at a time." He took another deep breath to try to steady himself. "I'll... I guess I'll tell him then. Just so he knows." "Yeah," she said, impressed with his calm. She couldn't imagine in herself the centered image Sam presented. It's what made him a good Hitwizard; it's what made him a good man. "Part of me wonders if Georgina's not in it too, I just -- whenever people go missing, I keep thinking that's the first place we have to start looking." Pause. "And I know it seems horrible, but I wanted you to know. And I also wanted you to know that they're not going to get physically hurt. They'll be fed, they'll be comfortable ... and I mean, it didn't take long to rehabilitate me after their rehabilitation. I just want you to have hope." Sam frowned deeper at the prospect. "Should tell Kingsley. About Gina, I mean. Least let him know that it's a possibility. He's real worried about her." He glared at the ground again. He wasn't sure how much he liked the idea of Death Eaters playing nice with his family. Although he supposed it was better than... a lot of things he could think of. "We'll figure it out," he said finally. They had to. It wasn't like there was any other option. "I'm glad you let me know. S'better than not knowing, anyway." She hugged him again, letting her impulsive nature get the better of her even as she kissed his cheek. "We will, Sam!" she promised, before stepping back to kneel again in the earth amongst her plants. "I swear." Sam nodded, letting her hug him and even gave her an idle one-armed squeeze. They were going to figure this out. For now though, he stepped away from the garden and went back to the barracks. Really, he just wanted to curl up in his bunk and wish everything away. But it seemed like a bad choice when it came to actually doing something. He had to talk to Rufus. |