Seraphina's Cottage[6]

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*closes her eyes, as tears start to well, and she falls back onto the sofa, burying her face in her heads*

_{Oh, Sapphira...}

*her efforts not to cry are betrayed by muffled sobs*

[Augustus Rookwood]

"I've tried to find out.......I've tried to find out where she is. I want to know just as badly as you do!" Rookwood sniffled. "An Owl! Thats all it would take an OWL!! To let us know if she is okay..............I've tried........" Another stream of tears coming, and he fell to his knees almost bowing to her. "And I-I-I've fa-fai-failed......"

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*looks back up at him, anger glittering in her eyes*

*her tone is heated and stiff*

You think I don't know that? How many times I've sent the family owl out to find her, and how many times the poor creature came back, dead exhausted and starved, with the letter still tied to its leg?

*raises her voice, all the fury and frustration from earlier fueling her anger now*

Do you have any idea how many times I regretted not going with her? That I should've followed her- maybe we'd both be dead, but I'd know where she was and what happened to her!

*stops, her tears choking up her throat, waits as she finally manages to speak again*

I was never in any real danger, Mr. Rookwood, so you've not failed at that...

[Augustus Rookwood]

He looked up at Seraphina, speechless, not knowing what to say, eyes glittering with left over tears, his knees aching, but he remained. Several minutes went by before he spoke, "I dont want to declare her gone-I dont! I keep holding it off, pushing it out of my life, I run everytime I hear an owl thinking it may be her................." He trailed off, wordless again.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*sighs miserably*

Welcome to my world...

*shakes her head*

I'm sorry for yelling at you, Mr. Rookwood. I've had a really bad day as well, and... everything's upside down. I'm- confused, and angry, and frustrated, and- and, I don't know what else! I'm so confused I can't even make sense of anything anymore.

[Augustus Rookwood]

He finally got up off his knees wincing, feeling his other pains return, like a curse, he sat by her, wishing he could be a figure to her, a fatherly figure, a friendly figure, a Godfatherly figure, anything. "I dont get anything anymore too."

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*manages a half-hearted chuckle, her eyes gazing down at her fingers as she fiddles with the ring her mother had given her*

At least I know I'm not alone in that.

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood embraced Seraphina with a grin. "I am proud of you....you know that right?"

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*a small smile brightens her tear-streaked face as she hugs him back, feeling for the first time the reassurance and comfort she'd never received, at least not from anyone but her mother or sister, and not since leaving home two years ago*

Thank you.

*thinks to herself*

At least I've given someone reason to be proud of me...

[Augustus Rookwood]

He withdrew himself form her, "I intend to keep to your sister's request that I promised her, and-" He chuckled lightly, "If you are ever in terrible even if you murder someone, please come to me, I'll be your ears and your guide." He smirked, and winked.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*laughs, relieved to be free from the tears and worry that had plagued her moments ago*

I'm not really in anything as dire as that, although I'm not really on the best of terms with a few people now. Hexing for starters sounds like a good idea right now, but what goes around comes around, after all.

*returns his wink*

[Augustus Rookwood]

"Speaking of hexes." Rookwood started, "When would you like to haha, re-start lessons?" Rookwood asked.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*ponders thoughtfully, smirking*

I could have used them earlier. I was so angry I was ready to break something. The only thing I damaged was my supper. It doesn't look remotely edible now.

*grins*

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood jumped up and threw his cloak off, "that can be fixable my dear." He darted to the kitchen, pans banging, sound of mixing things were heard, and in a few minutes Rookwood came out, a white towel over his arm, he grinned, bowed, and spoke with a French accent. "Dinner is served Madamooiselle!" He outstretched his other arm, directing to the kitchen, candlelight table, and a meal of three courses, the French ribs with French bread, the sparkling salad, and the Cauldron Cake Pasty Pie.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*jaw drops in amazement, looking back from him to the meal laid out before her*

How did you do that? Not even my mother with her wand could whip up something so... fancy, and delicious and... ooh, is that pasty pie?

*grins as she stands and walks over the table*

It looks postively delicious! Thank you!

*throws her arms around him a big hug, surprising herself at the sudden gesture, but he'd been a better friend than most people in her life*