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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Feb 27, 2012 0:00:39 GMT
**With brow slightly furrowed, he watched as Ophelia got taken from the courtroom and tried not to let out a sigh of frustration. He did not really know what it was the Minister was asking exactly but he closed his eyes and thought back to the days when he and Ophelia were happy - faded memories - it seemed like a lifetime ago... It was hard for him to put it into sentences that would make some kind of sense and was sure no one would understand. Plus he was immensely private; it was not easy for him to delve deep so publically.**
I.. I remember ven ve first fell in love. I vas closed off to love, I did not believe in it anymore. Even though she vas alvays cool to touch, she vas varm and loving, and melted my heart. She had a smile that vould light up the darkest of places. Ve got married in Ireland, her home country, vich she loved very much. She took pleasure in the simple things in life: she stayed in my home in Croatia and cooked for me, looked after me ven I came home from my vork at the Dragon Reserve. She slept during the day and then be avake and vaiting for me ven I got home at nights. She vould tend to any ills I had, physical or... even emotional. I vould be tired and hungry on my returns from vork, so she made sure I had a good varm meal and vould take me to bed and sing softly to me until I feel asleep. She loved reading and vould alvays lie next to me vile I vas sleeping engrossed in a book - or take midnight valks around the forest by my home, collecting vood for the log fire, or have some time to day dream... and she vas forever writing letters to her father. I vas alvays rubbing ink off her face in the morning!
**Bojan let out a soft chuckle but his head hung towards the floor, his eyes heavily rimmed with tears - deep down he longed for those days once more.**
She vould vake me before it got light to show me something before I left for vork - she vould write poems, and vant to read it to me vile I vas having my breakfast, or have found something from outside, like a little creature that she alvays vanted to keep and look after. Once she found a baby barn owl that had been attacked by something and she nursed it back to health in our home.
**He smiled to himself sadly.**
She even sung to it. I am sure to this day the same owl still visits my home, even though she is not there any longer. She loved to sing. She had a lovely soft voice. I think the owl misses her.
**He paused a moment.**
I vould often forget she vas a vampire... she vas not at all dangerous or meaning to harm anyone. She vas alvays so loving.
**At this, a tear fall, almost taking himself by surprise. All this time he had felt so numb, but forcing the memories back up had made his heart ache. He felt suddendly exposed and ashamed, in the middle of the courtroom, with all eyes on him. Great, strong Dragon Tamer Vladislav, stumbling over the memory of a woman! **
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Feb 27, 2012 14:35:17 GMT
*He gave an appreciative nod, trying to understand the difficulty Vladislav must be having.*
Thank you. That will be all.
*He sat up in his seat and addressed the court.*
I think the time has come for judgment. If the defendant could be brought back into court, I would like to hear the opinions of the Wizengamot.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Feb 27, 2012 23:20:02 GMT
She pressed herself against the door. She could hear him speak even from here. Her eyes welled up with blood tears as he spoke. Even in her insane state, his words stirred memories that her sickness had driven out. Her dead heart stirred for the first time in years, and she gave a soft sob. "Choisle mo chroí... a stór... How could I leave you?" she whispered.
She remembered their quiet life together, how happy and content she had been. The simple peace of their cabin at night, his breath rising and falling softly against her hair as he slept, and the beat of his heart sounding so calming, even when she was hungry and it should have inflamed her.
She whirled around and stared coldly at the doctor, her father and the other vampire. "Let me out this instant. I want to see him. You can't keep me from him. You can't. You can't! He's mine. He is my Bojan, I am his Ophelia, and Sickness cannot have him!" she said, her voice shaking. She was unsure as to whether or not she was speaking to the vampires, or her own mind.
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Feb 28, 2012 22:38:26 GMT
**Bojan bowed his head at the Minister and left the centre of the court, he hesitated a moment about whether he should return to his seat or leave the court, but a tug on his heart made him stay, despite his self-conciousness at his public display of emotions. He needed to know what was going to happen to Ophelia**
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Post by Lord Sanguini Fuilteach on Feb 29, 2012 19:46:42 GMT
Sanguini heard the Minister instructing for Ophelia to be brought back in, but his heart ached for her. Bojan's statement only proved what he had already known about the man - that he was honourable and kind, and that he had been good for his daughter.
"A mhuirnín, hush. You will see him. The minister wants you to come back to the court, and he will make a decision, but you must hush. Sickness will never harm Bojan, as long as you don't let her take control of your mind. You must fight her, or else you will never recover, and I cannot lose you again! I lost Dante... I cannot lose you, a mhuirnín. You are all I have left..." he said quietly, squeezing her hand.
He led her back into the court with Jadrin and the doctor, and back to the stand. The cage, mercifully, had been taken away. He was relieved by that fact, but still anxious to hear the decision. He should have taken his seat again, but he couldn't leave her side. Not now.
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 3, 2012 18:04:32 GMT
*He rose from his seat and ran a hand down his robes to straighten them as he did so. He stood tall and held a professional respectable posture and expression.*
Mr Vladislav spoke well. I am convinced that the testimony from this well respected and trusted individual is proof enough that Miss Fuilteach will prove to be no danger once her Sickness is kept under control.
We have seen for ourselves in this courtroom the gentle nature he has told us of. I believe it would be an insult to the qualified experts here Dottore and Miss Black if we were to do any less then allow them to take Ophelia into their caring hands.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Mar 6, 2012 13:48:34 GMT
*He waved a finger in the air as he spoke and wobbled forward a little in his seat.*
I must agree. In my brief conversations with Miss Ophelia, she seems to be a perfectly reasonable individual. Keep that Sickness under wraps and there should be no problems.
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Post by Cornelius Fudge on Mar 8, 2012 21:16:11 GMT
*Looks uncomfortable and glares suspiciously at the vampires*
Ladies and gentlewizards, let us not ignore the dragon in the room, shall we?
I believe that I will only be convinced of Miss Fuilteach's "harmless" nature if she is kept where we can keep an eye on her, so I suggest she is admitted to Saint Mungo's long-term unit, where she can be monitored by our own medi-wizards. If there's a doxy about, I'll keep my eye on it, as my mother used to say.
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Mar 8, 2012 22:39:50 GMT
**He had been quietly lurking in the back of the courtroom, his hood raised and his hair long to try cover his scarred face, and also to avoid being recognised by anyone. The whole trial had been an immense ordeal for him. All he wanted to do was to rush down there, spirit his sister away and let them both hide somewhere until they were healed... until her mind was well, until his face was beautiful once more. He wondered would his father realise he was there, or was he too concerned with his youngest child right now to pay attention to his surroundings, and sense another vampire.**
**He waited silently for the verdict, ready to walk down the steps and embrace her regardless of the outcome. It had been nearly two years since he had seen her sweet face, and her beauty had faded almost as much as his had. It distressed him. How the Fuilteachs had fallen in so short a time!**
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Mar 8, 2012 22:48:25 GMT
She was walked back into the courtroom, moving in almost a daze until her eyes fixed on Bojan. She relaxed a little as soon as she saw him, and her movements became more sure-footed. She stood before the Wizengamot, unable to hide the fact that she was trembling out of fear.
This was it. Her last chance. She spoke, her voice just loud enough to be heard, but with a definite shakiness to it. "Please, Minister, don't send me back to that madhouse. It's so lonely, and once you hear the screaming, it never stops! I want to be well again. I don't want to be like this. Please... Please, don't send me back there."
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Mar 14, 2012 15:40:21 GMT
*He weighed the options in his mind. The trial had been long and had taken a toll on many of its participants. The final decision lay with him and it felt time to make it.*
I am satisfied that under supervision and with regular treatment, Miss Fuilteach poses no threat to society. With the approved help from Dottore and Miss Black, I hereby state that the defendant be kept for treatment at St Mungos.
Her family will have visiting rights arranged as any other patient would, but for the safety of hospital staff and patients, Miss Fuilteach ward should always be under guard.
Case closed. Court dismissed.
*He breathed a puff of relief. He was glad the trial was over and felt satisfied with his decision for the final verdict.*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Mar 17, 2012 2:49:50 GMT
"No threat to society... treatment at Saint Mungo's... case closed!"
**So she was free, more or less. With a grim smile, Dante pulled his hood lower over his face, and left the courtroom, satisfied that he wouldn't have to do anything drastic. He would go see her at Saint Mungo's, but he would have to do something about his face first. It wouldn't do to let her see how scarred her was. It would frighten her.**
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Mar 17, 2012 2:52:27 GMT
Relief rushed through her at the Minister's words. Saint Mungo's! Vlad Dracul, anywhere was better than the Carmilla LeFanu Asylum! She hugged her father tightly, tears stinging her eyes. It would be a long road, and it certainly didn't bring justice or closure for the poor girls she had killed, but at least she would be able to get well again in the hospital.
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Post by Lord Sanguini Fuilteach on Mar 17, 2012 2:57:28 GMT
Sanguini's face broke into a smile, the first he had given in months. He embraced his daughter, hardly daring to believe that there had been such a favourable verdict. He kissed the crown of Ophelia's head and whispered, "You did so well, a mhuirnín. I am proud of you."
He glanced over Ophelia's shoulder at Bojan, and nodded respectfully to him, trying to communicate to him without words how grateful he was for his thoughtful testimony.
"Come now, a stór, the Healers will be wanting to take you to Saint Mungo's now. I will arrange for some clothes and some of your things to be sent to you. You would like to have your cello with you, correct? Music always calms you down..." he said softly, fussing over her like any human father would.
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Apr 2, 2012 22:03:35 GMT
**Bojan exhaled a deep breath after the Minister gave his verdict. Looking up, he caught Lord Fuilteach's eye and knew what it meant. His heart was still swollen with the private thoughts he shared with the court only moments earlier - he did not think he could manage to speak to anyone. He descended the stairs and passed the father and daughter as they embraced. He swiftly left the court, heading back towards his office for a stiff drink - he had a decanter of Bulgarian whiskey that would do the trick.**
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