A Memory
January 30, 2021 5:43 PM
It was you. by A Memory
The mist collected in the hallway outside the Sports Room, drawing together as someone approached into the form of a compact woman no more than five feet tall wearing Auror robes. Certain people in the school might recognize her as Belinda Pierce. She sat back in a metal chair, arms crossed, across a metal table from the viewer. Her expression was severe, and her gaze was piercing and unwavering. She said nothing, just frowned and waited.After a moment, one of her eyebrows rose doubtfully. "Fairies," she stated with extreme dubiousness before falling silent again, staring intently at the same spot across the table from her.
"No," she pressed, uncrossing her arms to lean on the table and point across it. "It was you."
A barred door, superimposed over the MARS sports room door, opened and a man dressed in a matching uniform to the woman's entered and spoke quietly in her ear, too quietly for anyone present to overhear. The woman looked startled and glanced across the table then back to the man. "What do you mean she's muggleborn? She was casting accio. I saw it."
"Accidental," the man murmured. "It had to be. She's completely untrained."
"No, this was intentional." The woman was adamant.
The man shook his head. "Couldn't have been. The muggles have a Missing Persons report out on her." He slapped a paper down in front of the woman. "Look. She's a muggle runaway."
"Muggleborn maybe, but not a muggle. She used magic to pickpocket someone from across the street. Twice, while I was watching. That wasn't accidental, and she's clearly done it before."
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Alexander Pierce-Beales
January 30, 2021 10:16 PM
It's you! by Alexander Pierce-Beales
OOC: CW: assumed homophobic slur BIC:
To be perfectly clear, Alexander did not play sports. He didn't even really enjoy watching sports that much except for the fact that Valentine and Mab played and even then, he mostly just enjoyed watching to be supportive. He hadn't liked Muggle sports and his experience with magic sports was basically that they were way more likely to kill you and also heights. He'd gone by the Space Needle enough times, feeling woozy just at the thought of ever dining up there, to know he didn't like heights.
This was very important and absolutely flashed through his mind when he was heading to the sports room - it offered many of the best action poses and environments to draw in and he was trying to learn more about Quidditch
She looked horribly disappointed and, for a moment, Alexander gave into the twisted sense of relief and resignation that came with finally being exactly as unworthy of a home as he'd always suspected he might be. Bel was a great foster parent and Alexander certainly loved having a home and having a Bel and having a Mab, but he couldn't help feeling like it was all contingent on something. He wasn't sure what it was contingent on, but it had to be on something. Mab's kindness. Bel's sense of honor. His own continuing efforts to be as good as possible. But here was Bel, teleprojecting herself into the school outside the sports room to glare angrily at Alexander. He hung his head.
And then she called him a fairy, although it didn't exactly sound like she meant it as an insult. She didn't hurl it at him the way kids at school had when he was younger, but said it like she just didn't even believe it. Maybe it was her own F-Bomb and she was swearing for some reason? Or maybe she knew something about fairies that Alexander didn't, which was probably true even if that wasn't why she was suddenly talking about them because apparently fairies were real and not at all like the one in Peter Pan.
"I'm sorry?" he said as he looked up, confused and figuring that starting out with an apology for that much was a good way to do it.
Then she insisted that it was him, more accusatory this time, and he hung his head again. "What did I do?" he asked in a creaky voice, not sure why Bel would have any sort of problem with him like this. Whatever the kids at school had thought about him preferring artistic endeavors to athletic ones and not wanting to go kiss girls in his class, he didn't like boys. He just wasn't a big fan of showing off and didn't think that kissing girls was fun when he'd been in third or fourth grade. It was weird. They were like eight years old. Didn't they have anything better to do? So why was Bel upset about it?
He about jumped out of his skin when a man barged through the door without barging through it at all and started talking. He didn't recognize him but there were like a billion people he didn't recognize so that wasn't out of the ordinary. The man was also misty though and Alexander thought it was probably rude to interrupt someone's teleprojected scolding off their foster child, so he looked up at him with a bit of a scowl. It continued until Bel responded to whatever the man had said and then turned to indignation. "I'm not a girl!" he insisted angrily. "And you've never seen me do any magic," he added, his voice trailing off as he considered that. Bel had never seen him do any magic. So what on earth was she talking about?
He took advantage of the distraction the man provided to move a bit to the side, trying to get a little bit around Bel (although he knew that he'd probably have his legs hexed off if he tried to actually sneak around her). When their attention came back to him, it didn't come back to him at all, but to the spot he'd been occupying previously. The projected movie thing kept playing out without his interfering, as if it had already happened. A recording maybe. He glanced around, automatically looking for the projector until he remembered that that probably wasn't a thing here. Well maybe it was a thing, but he'd never seen it go like this. In any case, there wasn't a projector nearby.
"Who's done what before?" he asked, almost more to himself, before he realized there was someone in the school who would be a lot more suited to figuring this out than he was. He focused on the man's face for another moment, trying to commit it to memory; he had a paper and pencils on him but he didn't need it for this and wouldn't have been fast enough anyway, and his memory for faces was good enough that he wasn't worried. When he was sure he'd gotten it all, he turned and ran out of the corridor, determined to find Mab.
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