Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Her smile was brittle and sharp and utterly without any joy. Just a scar. God she wished it was just that. "It's far more than that," she said softly, curling her arm back in protectively against her body. She didn't have the energy to even begin to explain what it was though. Especially not with her head like this.
Dora peered at his tattoo, recognizing that a new one had been put recently. "Well, you didn't kill or maim her, I presume, so ruining her life is a little harsh on yourself, don't you think?" she ventured quietly. Her gaze wandered around, away from the light of the doorway. She spied a small toothbrush next to a big one and felt her brain throb as it tried putting pieces together. She waved a hand at the door and it shut part way wandlessly, shielding them from the worst of the evil sun.
"The potential is still there, likely. Sometimes you have to wait to use it though." Between the hospital and Azkaban she'd lost nearly two years of her life. The war had taken another. Tentatively she stretched out her leg and poked her toe to his foot. "We all make mistakes." She wasn't sure she'd label hers a mistake, per se. She didn't regret why she'd done the things she'd did. But... therr were similarities. Enough that she felt for him.