Seraphina's Cottage[6]

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*after stirring in a couple of drops of the anti hang-over elixir into her coffee, she goes to sit on the coach, stirring up a blazing fire*

*feels her ribs start to return to normal*

As much as I hate to say this, thank Salazar for whomever invented Skele-Gro.

*takes a long sip of coffee, thinking about Miles and how miserable he'd looked*

*thinks*

Why on earth did he ask me to dinner? We haven't seen each other since school. Even better question, why the hell did I say 'yes'?!

*sighs, even more confused*

*wishes she had someone to talk to*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*unlocks the door after coming home from the shop*

*throws her cloak off, letting it settle onto the back of the sofa*

*heads into the kitchen to reheat a casserole she'd already made*

[Draco's Eagle Owl]

~flies in to deliver a great big Howler~



BLOODWORTH!
I HEARD YOU WERE HAVING SOME KIND OF RENDEZVOUS WITH BLETCHLEY AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME!
THANKS FOR THE HELP, I'LL REMEMBER THAT FOR THE FUTURE.

FROM
D MALFOY

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*stops in the middle of the kitchen when the Howler drops in*

*cringes as Draco's voice explodes from it*

*huffs as it finishes, grabbing it before it can rip itself, and tears it to pieces, throwing it into the fireplace*

As if I'd come to you for anything, Malfoy.... and how the hell did he find out?

*grabs her casserole, slamming the dish onto the countertop*

*yanks open the cutlery drawer violently, snatching up a fork and knife*

*stabs into her casserole, muttering*

I could use another lesson, I'm so ready to curse something....

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood apparted from the Hogs Head Inn to Seraphina's Cottage, "Miss Bloodworth! Miss Bloodworth!" Rookwood pounded, not really clearly knowing why.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*drops her fork, startled at the pounding on her door, hearing her teacher's voice*

*dashes to open it, her eyes wide with concern*

Mr. Rookwood! Is something wrong?

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood's eyes widened, his fist still in the air, which he brought down. "I-I-I-" He didnt know what to say or why he even came here. "I-I killed my father."

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*her eyes grow wider, both confused and bit a frightened at his current state*

Maybe you should come in, Mr. Rookwood, and sit down.

*takes him by the arm, closing the door behind her, and brings him over to the couch*

*frowns slightly as she sits down beside him, trying to meet his eyes*

Wh-what do you mean, you killed your father? When did this happen?

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood was in shock, he got up. "I-It happened when I was first joining the Dark Lord, he wouldnt listen to me, there were screams, and flashes of light, I had my wand moving back and forth between my father and the Dark Lord - and -and-"

He stopped pacing for a second and re-lived the memory. "-Then there was the big green light, and he layed motionless." He closed his eyes, putting a hand to his head.

"I dont know whats happening to me....I've lost my touch....I have all these memories haunting and daunting me, especially my Azkaban years.

I'm losing my reputation. I fancy someone and I cant even tell her, I'm trying to protect someone and I'm failing at that........."

He took a long pause, hunched over by a windowsill his head hanging choking back tears. "I'm losing my touch..."

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*eyes widen at his confession of killing his own father, although there were times she'd wanted to do the same to her own, stunned silence keeps her quiet, saddened for him*

*tries to make sense of him 'losing his reputation', frowning as he no longer makes sense*

*shakes her head, confused, her own problems forgotten, as she struggles to find words*

No, I don't believe that. It's- well, it's only natural that, well, after a while, memories catch up with you... and it's always the ones we wish we could forget.

*cringes, knowing which ones she'd like to forget*

But I don't believe you're losing your reputation. The stories I've heard about you- well, they're nothing compared to the real thing. I really couldn't have asked for a better mentor and teacher than you. And I wouldn't want anyone else.

*sighs, her eyes downcast*

You have more faith in me than my own father did... and you are not- I repeat, you are not losing your touch.

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood shook his head, tear drops forming. "No, no, no Miss Bloodworth you dont understand." He cried, "I made a promise - a solemn promise." He added, tears streaming. "I-I-I promised you sister before she took off on one of the Dark Lord's missions that I would make sure no harm ever comes to you!" He sobbed. His head now resting on his arms.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*sharply looks up at him in surprise, her body rigidly still as her face pales*

What?

[Augustus Rookwood]

He lifted his head, sighing. "I promised your sister before she left that I would protect you, look after you, make sure no harm would ever come to you."

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*her mouth opens in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest*

*swallows with difficulty as she stands up slowly, breathing hard*

And where is she?

[Augustus Rookwood]

"I dont know!" He threw his hands up in the air, "she never bothered to tell me, I dont know why she chose me! We had a friendship yes, but nothing more.......I promised her, I practically vowed to her that I would do everything in my power to make sure you were safe." He shook his head frantically.