Grace Jordan (acejordan) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-02-26 14:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | grace jordan, lee jordan |
WHO: Lee and Grace Jordan
WHAT: a family chat about decisions
WHEN: backdated; Thursday February 22
WHERE: Jordan home
Things were quieter now for Grace, who never actually realized how much time she spent surrounded by the noise and buzz of professional Quidditch until it was gone. There were still journalists, a few left over from the crush that had occured just shortly after the announcement (after the game), but Grace had never been a media favourite; she never gave them the soundclip they wanted, and she certainly wouldn’t now. It was so trivial, had felt trivial for months. Grace was very obviously uncomfortable on camera. She didn’t like public speaking. Grace was steady and hard working, it was why she’d been made co-captain to one of the mouthiest, temperamental Captains in the league. “Reliable” had been the word the Magpies organization had used, but it had never felt like a compliment. Being reliable meant nothing without the pitch, it had meant even less when she hadn’t been able to help her Muggleborn teammates. She was rudderless, boring certainly, as all the journalists were finding. She’d long simmered the resentment of Malfoy’s control, and exhausted her satisfaction that Britain had been banned from International competition. Boring. Or as she saw it, quiet when she should have protested louder. For someone who liked the quiet, was as much an introvert she could be when constantly surrounded by screaming fans filling stadiums, Grace found she was missing some of that noise. The noise it used to be before the screams were terrified. She needed to do something. She wasn’t good at idle and she was angry and feeling without a means to do something about it. Grace turned away from their mother’s living room window to find her brother watching her. She was a second too slow, but the smile came easy. The knowing smirk easier. “I thought you were helping Mum wash up.” "Ingrid graciously offered and who am I to deny my sister the pleasure of helping our mother?" Lee shot back, a smile on his face. He had been wondering why the eldest Jordan had been so pensive, but he didn't want to push her into speaking about something she didn't want to speak about. Instead, he decided to wait and let Grace speak when she was ready. He couldn't, however, not try to gauge what was running through her mind. "You didn't laugh at my very hilarious jokes tonight, Grace. Everything alright?" he inquired after a moment. “I didn’t laugh because it wasn’t funny,” she shot back, amused, before turning away to see if anyone else was within hearing distance. The kitchen was loud with Ingrid and their Father’s off key singing, their mother’s sighs punctuating every false note. Grace glanced back at her brother, considering him for a moment. “I talked to Alicia today.” Lee raised one brow, half-expecting Grace to keep talking and explain herself. He had an inkling exactly what the chat probably was about, but he merely nodded. "Yeah?" he responded, leaning back against the sofa cushion. "What'd she say?" “She asked if I wanted to help you, formally. I said yes because apparently I’m out of my mind. Or you lot are, not sure what good a bunch of Quidditch players with no dueling experience will be to you.” Lee responded with an amused chuckle and shrugged, before grinning just a tad. "You'd be surprised," he stated, with a wink. He let a few seconds pass, letting the sounds from the kitchen fill the silence, his gaze wandering towards the noise. "What do you think, then? Think you'd be up for it?" Lee didn't look back at Grace and instead, he cleared his throat, as he waited for her response. “Well I couldn’t let you keep running around unsupervised,” Grace nudged her brother with her shoulder. “I still don’t feel like I can contribute very much, but I’ll do whatever I can. I spent way too long sitting on my ass while you, Alicia, Angelina, all of you, risked your lives. The DMLE has their hands tied,” she felt guilty saying it, especially with her recent conversation with Cai. “I want to help you Lee.” She wanted to know what he made of it now. Lee had never been subtle about how great he’d thought it would be since she’d first come to him with her own suspicions about the smartass on pirate radio. But it was one thing to talk about it in theory, dream up some sibling vigilante daydream and another to commit to it. He’d been doing this for some time now and she’d always been too terrified of the danger he was putting himself in, too sure she had nothing to offer. "Good," he replied a moment later, smiling now. Still, despite his general happiness at his sister willing to join the organisation, a small part of him felt a bit off, perhaps even worried. The Order was, by all measures of the word, considered a vigilante organisation and despite not caring much about his own safety (clearly), he felt a pang of stress, all the same. Lee, however, pushed that thought to the back of his mind now and instead, focused on his sister. "Good," he repeated again, this time not pausing before continuing on. "It's not all just about fighting all the time or getting into duels with Death Eaters and all. There is so much to do behind the scenes. And honestly, that's probably even more important, considering," he shrugged. "You're going to be great." Well she’d never given less than 110%, so they would have to see. Bottom line: she wouldn’t be a liability to him, she wouldn’t allow for it. “If we suck in all vigilante departments are we voted off the island just like we’re voted on?” She teased, slinging her arm around his shoulder and bumping his hip. Lee grinned stupidly as he let his head fall on her shoulder. "Hey, you've figured out our ways! Impressive." “The real question is, will I be embarrassing you with baby photos…” |