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Genie de la Lune (wolfinboots) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-11 02:49:00

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character: alicia spinnet, character: genie de la lune

RP: Finding some aid
Who: Genie and Alicia (and open?)

What: Genie is getting off her butt and making enquiries for Owen.

Where: Foundation offices.

When: around 11am or so

Rating: Probably SFW? Unless Genie curses in her thoughts. Will change as necessary.

Genie had finally kicked herself enough that she was going to do what they’d said she would do when they first came to London. Hell, a lot of why they’d decided to come to London was for Owen, but she’d let herself get distracted… and to be honest, she was procrastinating as well. She finally had a foothold in the wizarding world where no one had yet figured out her secret, at least that they’d said or implied or looked at her funny, and she enjoyed the freedom far too much.

She hesitated at the door to the foundation. She’d heard about them and about their good works; she they were the ones she rather thought she’d talk to first, before going to the Ministry. The Ministry would probably out Owen and her and her pack. She at least stood a chance with an agency of keeping some secrecy for him, and herself. But oh, how she dreaded seeing that look on anyone’s face again, even someone well meaning. They nearly all had it, the people who found out, if they weren’t outright hateful.

Genie took a deep breath and pushed open the door, looking around curiously and trying to figure out which way she should go.

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wolfinboots
2015-08-02 04:38 am UTC (link)

"I do." She'd been tempted to go straight to the Headmistress, but she also knew the woman was of a generation whose hatred of werewolves had in part at least formed the current legalities she and her pack struggled against every day. She hadn't been sure if the risk would pay off. If it had been just her, she would have done it, but they couldn't afford to send him off on the continent, een if he could speak a foreign language, which he couldn't.

"Of course!" she said, biting her tongue on saying anything sharp or untoward or overly defensive. "We always take the potion, and we go out of town during the moon, just to be safe. I make it, or we find enough money to buy it if we can't get the ingredients in time." And it was hard, since she wasn't a licensed maker, and certain ingredients were restricted. And that everything cost so much money to buy that making ends meet often revolved around if they would have enough potion, and if one of them had to go without, guarding that person constantly during the moon.

"So far no one here outside of you knows what I am," she said bluntly. "Or if they suspect, they haven't said anything to me yet. Probably because they don't expect us to be here of all places. One of my mates stays mostly in the muggle world even though he's not a full were, just because his scars could give it away." They were so careful. It had the unfortunate side effect of keeping most friendships on a more superficial level than she wanted, and relationships there too. She tugged steadily on one tightly sprung curl. "Our family can manage ourselves," she said carefully. "He'll always have a home with us." And best not to admit that he wasn't biologically related to any of them, but an orphan of the war. She might never see him again. "Though I wouldn't refuse any money toward his schooling and school supplies.

The curl was tugged again. "De la Lune," she supplied, her smile a little brittle. It wasn't unheard of to change one's name especially if one were disowned, which though she formally wasn't, she hadn't heard from her family in so many years now. "Genie de la Lune."

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