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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

And that was where they differed – probably where they had always differed a bit. She’d inherited a part of the Lestrange legacy he hadn’t, and she hated it. She had the feeling, looking back, that her mother was like her in that fashion, tightly leashed and directed with any horrid urges. Or maybe not. Maybe she was simply twisted and wrong. But there had always been people like her, who could work for the good as well as bad. “As much as I’d advocate second chances, there are a few irredeemable people around,” she said. Like Greyback. She’d never once regretted slitting his throat as he lay unconscious.

Dora suspected he knew, but she went along with the pretense anyway. The pretense was probably all that kept them from arguing it out. So she hid in it, so she could at least be this close to him and not want to throttle him because he was being so stupid and one-dimensional about something that was so complicated. She sighed to herself before she got worked up and ruined the whole thing. “Tolstoy,” she said with a nod. She peered up at him through her lashes, the words on the tip of her tongue before she bit them back – that maybe he’d do well to think he knew nothing of what had really happened.

She faintly remembered the pensieve in question. But she’d not seen it in over seven years, so she couldn’t bring the specifics directly to mind. “I can do the rune work. Got my mastery in runic warding month or so ago,” she said quietly. “Filius had me do a tiny pensieve before achieving my mastery as well. But a detailed drawing would be good,” she said. And also a piece of her past.

She rested her chin on her fist, pondering. “Well, the shop doesn’t have a provider for such things, but certainly one could be procured.” She tugged an earlobe thoughtfully, a habit she’d only picked up since most of the rest of her hearing had gone. She’d have to ask Rich to help her buy such a nice thing – she recognized the name even if she couldn’t identify it right off. “But the charms could certainly be done, once obtained. I’ve seen a pocket watch done similarly before.” Even now though it was habit to keep from saying she’d done anything, like admitting to it would spoil everything.