Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
She watched the two interact, smiling happily. Just another confirmation in the long list that proved how utterly unaligned with the dark arts Marcus was. "She is a sweetheart, and as I said. A very good judge in character - aided unintentionally on my part by a potion she lapped up. If you had even the barest hint of darkness in you dear, she'd have her hackles raised." She tilted her head and smiled. "Although I think me chatting excitedly about 'Uncle Marcus' coming to visit probably helped immensely too."
She snorted and poked him in the stomach. "Oh yes I more than know that! You Quidditch players can eat like a Hippogrif, although so can I so there's not much to be said about that." She looked at him, remembering vividly one of her first missions. She'd been tasked with escorting a Death Eater who according to the accounts of a number of formally convicted members, had been atrocious at the whole dark wizard thing. She'd never forget the haunted look in his eyes as he stopped and stood in the sun, asking, begging, for a moment to enjoy it in case he never saw it again. Nor could she forget his testimony, sealed by Departmental and Ministerial order to protect him and keep the method with which his testimony was brought forth. "You're allowed to complain, darling. We both know why you... Why you became what you did. You're a good person."
"Anyway," she said, keen to move on to a lighter topic. "Let's get some food. I've finally caved and had a television put in, though the wards do stop it from getting the channel with all the Muggle sports on it." She spotted the piece of parchment in his hand. "What's that by the way," she asked, carrying her plate out of the kitchen and heading for the stairs.