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Lines are drawn. Wands are at the ready. Everyone must choose a side. The fight to maintain the Statute of Secrecy is not just against Grindlewald and his followers, though. Muggle armies across Europe and Asia are stirring up more than dust and death. Creatures of all sorts are caught in the crossfire. From unicorns to dragons and bowtruckles to dementors. Someone has to dare the front lines to keep the unexplainable unseen. So if you have the moxie to wrangle poxies under enemy fire the Micky's are calling on you.

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« on: Feb 25 2019, 06:13 PM »
It was likely not the way most young witches dreamed of spending their wedding night. Mittenless on a chilly spring evening in an empty apartment without so much as a blanket. There was a radiator thankfully. A clunky muggle contraption she had fought for over an hour to make work. The thing hummed unpleasantly while it heated the air. Outside a thick rain flooded the streets. Fat drops of it had fallen on the wedding party as they gathered at her stepmother’s townhouse for the ceremony and reception. A few of her schoolmates had been in attendance, and her mentor from St. Mungo’s too. But most of the attendees were Ester’s people. Ester and her nephew. Who, Marigold remember with a strange heaviness catching in her throat, was her husband now.

As she huddled as close as she could get to the radiator in her rented room Marigold’s mind whirled. The rush of leaving had subsided. And she realized now how ridiculous she had been. But she couldn’t quite muster any remorse either. Perhaps Mister Ballard was a nice man once one got to know him. Though she had seen no signs of such in their short time together. Ester, however, was irredeemably awful. Anything Marigold could do to punish her was worthwhile. What sort of woman used an ultimatum against her own stepchild?! It made sense, of course, to the shrewd mind of a Ravenclaw. Pureblood matches were hard to come by. Why not foist her off in a way that benefited the family instead of having to support her with an allowance? Nevermind the dowery her parents had left in her will. That was a pile of knuts she would never see.

Really it was all very unfair! She was old enough to live on her own, if only she had a few galleons to get started. Toes curling in their wet stockings she wished she had been clever enough to replace the thin pantyhose with good woolies. Or at least had put on wellingtons. Instead she stood, like a fool, soaked to the bone wearing a wedding gown, in a completely empty one bedroom apartment she could only afford for two weeks. Which left no monies at all for food or clothes or a bed to sleep on. And it wasn’t even a nice place. The last residents had not been fond of cleaning it seemed. Through the thing walls the coughs and squeals of neighbors and their children made her flinch.

So yes, it had been stupid to leave after marrying the man. And before seeing if he might offer a life less frustrating than the one she was trying to leave. Stupider still to have not prepared for running away- no, no escaping! Merlin's beard she didn’t even have a teapot. Mortification outweighed sense, however, keeping her from going back. No reason to look silly and incapable, she supposed. With a sigh she looked the dusty floor over with a skeptical eye. She would just have to tough it out. Tonight would be a long, uncomfortable and very chilly night. At least it wasn’t carpet. She would likely get some sort of muggle parasite in her hair if it had been carpet.

A firm knock on the door shook her from her self pity. With a squeak she pulled her wand from the inside of her robe, hiding it against her chest. She said not a word but the length of Alder gave a soft shudder and flashed a charm over the door. It showed her there was a wizard on the other side. Odd, for a muggle building, and probably not good news. Had Ester called the Aurors on her for stealing? Had she toed the line of the statue by paying with wizarding money? Oh bother she didn’t even want to know. Maybe they had a teapot though.
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« Reply #1 on: Feb 27 2019, 03:22 AM »
It had not been at all as he had expected. Oh the wedding certainly had. Dreary with a veneer of gaiety. Everyone but the bride and groom appearing to have a very good time of it. Rafferty had, of course, done his utmost to appear that he too was quite taken with the whole affair. What man didn’t want to marry a pretty girl? Never mind that she was practically a child still in House robes.

Ravenclaw, she had told him. She’d been a Ravenclaw.

No. All that had been much as he’d feared. What came after had been a bit of a shock. He had not once presumed that their wedding night would be the usual sort. They were veritable strangers, and she was so very young. Rafferty had almost asked when she’d graduated from Hogwarts, but he’d been afraid she would announce it as that year. It wasn’t sex he’d been expecting either, but some privacy, and some discussion. Not a shrieking banshee.

One that wasn’t even his new wife at that! No, her stepmother, instead. Rabid at Rafferty’s door step when he’d been about to step out of his room and find Marigold for a chat. Instead he had stumbled backward and made soft noises of comfort at the woman until all her rage had billowed out and she’d stormed off. It appeared his new wife was also a thief and a runaway. It was all very shocking. And to be wholly honest with our good readers, Rafferty had been of half a mind to let her remain so.

But he’d said vows. So Rafferty donned his robe and went out in search of her.

By grace, providence, Merlin, or her wedding dress, Marigold proved easier to find than one might have suspected. Rafferty asked at every block if anyone had seen a young woman of unfair height in wedding gown pass. Many had. At times he had to backtrack having taken a wrong turn, and he circled the building three times before realizing she must be inside it and going in. After that it was a simple matter of knocking. On quite a few doors.

”Excuse me, have you seen my wife?” Was the phrase he repeated without so much as a blush, derby hat in hands. It took a couple stories before he found her. Two sets of stairs and about six doors. He knocked politely and waited for her to answer, hat making a circle between his fingers as he nervously spun it round and round. Surprised she actually opened the door for him, looking decidedly soggy on the other side, if not more than a little dejected.

”You forgot your cape, madame.” Hat tucked under his arm, he shook the frothy wedding cape down his other arm and held it out for her. It was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen, but his mother had promised it was the height of bride’s outerwear. It would do Marigold little good now that she’d already run off in the wet weather without it, but Rafferty was not sure what else to say. Other than ask the obvious impertinent questions.
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« Reply #2 on: Feb 27 2019, 07:20 PM »
Yes. She really was a Ravenclaw. Not that she looked or felt an ounce of it at any point that day. Especially not now as she cracked the door open to find none other than Mister Ballard. ”Oh, it’s you...” The words slipped out under her breath while she stood rooted to the spot. Eyes growing rounder and lips folding in on themselves as she looked at his fidgeting hands rather than his face. Layers of emotion slipped up her spine, crossing her face in deepening shades of red. Anxiety, shame, mortification, embarrassment. She realized the latter were all in the same vein but she felt each so keenly it wouldn’t do not to differentiate.

The hat he troubled was retired to his side so he could extend the hideous cape Ester had ordered from the back of some magazine.”So I did.” For a second here eyes flicked to his face.  Which was the same impassive mask as before. Somehow that was comforting when she fully expected to be faced with the rage of a prickled male ego. Only now that she had done the thing did she consider how he must have felt. Fingers trembling with a mix of nerves and cold she accepted the fabric atrocity and stepped aside out of habit. Door opening wider in wordless invitation.

She had no idea what to do with the man. Or say, now that he was here. Chewing the inside of her cheek raw Marigold studied his shoes. They had been fine leather that morning. New, or impeccably cared for, without so much as a scuff. She knew because she had studied them all through the ceremony and the party afterward. They were still good quality shoes, and she was sure the thin layer of scratches could be buffed away with spellwork. Not the sort she knew, however, because she was a healer and an adventurer- not a housewife.

Was that he had wanted, or expected of her? Guilt riding through her stomach Marigold realized she had never once asked. Their conversations had been short and censured. Her biases against him set before they had even met because he was Ester’s choice. But he made no mention of her now, or said why he had come at all other than to bring her cape. ”I- well.” She was not sorry, she insisted to herself, trying to push the feeling away because he had rather soft eyes in that English way. Always looking rather offended. ”Did She send you?” That was the important bit to know. Probably. Maybe it didn’t make a difference why he had come. He was here now for whatever reasons. Either to let her suffer in peace or to take her back. To his place? Did he have a place? Or would they finish out the night at her stepmother’s home as planned? Oh she didn’t want either and wished very much she could apparate off to her old dorm room. Having no place of your own was disconcerting and miserable.
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« Reply #3 on: Mar 03 2019, 07:31 AM »
Rafferty’s eyes widened ever so slightly. He had not expected a warm welcome, little about Marigold had been warm toward him after all, but her dismay was mildly insulting. Her expression was in no way reconciliatory. Eyes large and face darkening with emotion. Rafferty regretted  hunting her down in such a manner and surprising her on her doorstep. Though he did hope it was a rented doorstep and not where she actually planned to live.

”Were you expecting someone else?” He inquired, handing over the cape and stepping inside the small, dingily lit room. It smelled faintly of mold, the damp seeping in through the walls. It made the wall paper dark and the air heavy with moisture. Turning, he surveyed his wife, standing meek as a mouse in this place she had chosen over the comfort of his aunt’s house. Their relationship was not a loving one, he knew well from the gossip. And the shrieking.

He had to applaud Marigold for not being the one to do the yelling. Probably hard to do when you were the theif making off in the night however.

”She?” He asked, the emphasis she put on the word confusing. It made him think of muggles when they invoked their strange deities. Or the secret way women often whispered among each other. ”You mean Esther?” He considered his answer. She had, in a way. Raining orders on his back as he’d walked away. Did it count if she had bid him find Marigold after he’d already set out to do just that?

Rafferty did not think so.

”She did not. Though I recall her having histrionics as I was leaving.” Switching his hat to his other arm he smothered the impulse to raise and eyebrow at her in question. ”Something about a missing purse, of which I’m sure you have no knowledge.” He refused to he married to a runaway bride that was also a thief. Eyes sweeping over Marigold, Rafferty turned his direction to the room again. Below them a door banged and to the left a child wailed.

”Were you really planning in staying here?” He inquired. It was far too drab. And damp. And noisy.

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« Reply #4 on: Mar 03 2019, 11:53 PM »
Lips slipping free, sucked pink by her nervous mouth and glossed by saliva Marigold looked at the ceiling for inspiration. There was a very large water stain darkening the space above the doorway. It was shaped like half of a cartoon mouse she had seen at a show in the muggle cinema. ”I wasn’t expecting anyone! She defended, worried he had a very wrong idea. Or was accusing her of something in that subtle way the English had. ”Though the knock brought to mind aurors… or at the very least an angry stepmother.”

She had seen one of those at the same show in the cinema too. A wicked stepmother that tried to poison the princess with an apple. The daughter had been a muggle, but Marigold bet that Ester knew a dozen ways to poison fruit. Other than with her sour personality.

Clinging to the cape for support she watched his shoes come into the room. An unpleasant humidity despite the chill air. Floor scratched and pitted. Void of anything save the two occupants and the radiator. Not even a kitchen sink to try and wash the clamminess from her palms with… No, only the wizard, his wife, and the heat source. Ah, and the small ball of light she had cast on the light fixture to save all the electricity for the heater. The meter counted every cent, and she had spent all the contents of Ester’s purse already.

Ester, who Mister Ballard had to think on, quite hard, after Marigold answered him with a short nod. Yes, she was the The She that she was speaking of. Who else was there, really? That was the only connection between them, besides a signed certificate and vows. They were aged too far apart to have attended school together. And not involved in careers that mingled. Nor friendships that shared circles, apparently.  None of her friends could remark on him at all, though one had spoken very kindly of his eldest brother. Which might have been saying something when you took into account their blood status.

After a moment Mister Ballard made up his mind. A hint of a smirk teased the corners of Mary’s mouth. She liked, very much, his descriptive language. ”Histrionics indeed.” She whispered. Glancing furtively at his face she tried to read his expression but found it no more revealing. It was very impolite to sigh. Which was the only reason she did not. Taking a deep, slow breath instead she tucked her chin against her shoulder while she debated an answer. ”Missing purse?” She echoed innocently. Spine straight as a board though she molded the rest of her body language into docility. ”Surely my dear stepmother has not forgotten the substantial dowry afforded by occasion of my marriage.” Her lips went flat before she added, ”Though who can say, she certainly forgot my inheritance.”

‘Put into trust’ she had said. The money, Marigold had learned later, was indeed put into a trust account. One solely intended for her brother. But there was no undoing old injustices. Only the guilt of having stricken a fresh one of her own. Another furtive peek at her husband accidentally had their eyes meeting. Shifting her eyes away she clasped her hands around the cape and hugged it close. Drying not a drop in the dank room. She jumped at the unexpected racket beneath them, which startled a babe to tears next door.

”I should say so.” She told him stiffly. Drawing up to her full height. Which was still about a head shorter than Mister Ballard. ”Or. Rather, it is the best I could find on very short notice.” The inclination to mumble lengthy explanations hovered in her throat. Which clicked in desperation. She could not really explain her panic, however, or why it had turned to a hot ball of indignation in her stomach since. She wished that he could simply understand. But risking another glance at his eyes, which she noticed now were a warm shade of brown, Marigold was rather convinced he had not done much in the way of relating to others. ”Did you really come four city blocks just to give me this hideous cape?” Or had he known all along how to find her? She had not apparated for fear it would leave a direct trail for Ester’s friends with ministry contacts to follow. So unless he had placed a tracking spell on her person, he had done a fair bit of searching.

That, she decided, was probably commendable. It certainly made her keener to view him with more objectivity. A second of silence weighed in the heavy air, and on her conscience. Until the strain was like a thread pulled too tight and she couldn’t resist bridging the strain. ”I’m sure it was very inconvenient. You have my apologies.”

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« Reply #5 on: Mar 10 2019, 08:01 AM »
”Aurors?” He asked in mild surprise. It was a bland sort of amused surprise. He could not imagine why she would be afraid of aurors, especially over a petty theft he was determined to pretend never happened. Even if it had. Apparently she had a very imaginative imagination. Rafferty doubted it was to be a very fortunate possession as he came into the room. He refused to flinch at the noise and the stains. Or even the smell.

”Quite.” She played the innocent well enough. He watched her for a moment from the corner of her eye, appearing to survey the wallpaper which might have once been blue. Or possibly green. His thumb traced the stiff brim of his hat. ”Has she always been so forgetful? Perhaps we suggest she visit Saint Mungos.” He turned a very flat expression toward her and tried for feigned concern. He would have to inquire about this dowry. And inheritance.

Around them the building exploded into commotion. It gave him a headache, and settled a tense sort of wrinkle between his eyebrows.

”You must plan your little excursions better.” He chided. She could have at least waited a week before taking an extended holiday somewhere. Preferably somewhere socially acceptable. Let people think they’d had some sort of a honeymoon. Or not. She was terribly young. Rafferty suppressed a sigh, grateful for the distraction of her topic change. ”I had been about to call on you when I was informed you had left without proper outerwear.” He explained, the speech he had prepared mostly forgotten, but the topics they needed to broach very much remembered.

He was dreading the conversation and all its awkward topics. Worse even than the heavy silence that settled around them. Unfortunate it could not extend to the rest of the building. Rafferty was certain someone was trying to burn wet wood somewhere.

”Nothing of the sort. A man is expected to take care of his wife, wherever she may roam.” His brother had told him much about it, being pleasantly married himself. Gaze settling on his wayward bride, Rafferty very much doubted he would find similar wedded bliss. Or even if he wished to pursue it. ”If you have indulged your sense of adventure quite enough, may I suggest we return home before the hour is unacceptably late?” He had a passing house for a bachelor in a nice neighborhood. Mostly magical, he had bought it more as an investment than anything else.

Seemed a good choice now that he had a wife to put in it. If she would stay where she was put remained to be seen. Rafferty did not have very high hopes for it.

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« Reply #6 on: Mar 17 2019, 10:45 PM »

Evidently her answer was unexpected. An emotion he wore with nearly the same unwavering stoicism as he did all others. In fact if his voice had not dipped half an octave at the same time his left eyebrow twitched- or if Marigold were less an astute observationalist- she would not have noted a reaction at all. Long lashes sweeping towards her cheeks she fought back a flush. Perhaps expecting aurors was a tad too imaginative. ”I’ve never used muggle money, so I wasn’t sure the conversion was accurate- or even for muggles.” It might have been foreign wizard tender, or worthless clutter. Which might have been, she understood, suspicious enough to get aurors involved. Though her idea of what would land a person behind the bars of Azkaban was slightly skewed by Ester’s early attempts to frighten good behavior into nine year old Marigold.

If her eyes could have gotten any wider they would have. Hand slipping up from the cape to her lips Marigold covered her mouth. First to mask a gape of astonishment, then to hide a snort of laughter. She could not tell if he were being funny on purpose, or if it was just the very dry nature of his wit that made the words so amusing. Either way his deadpan glance made her roll her lips in over her teeth and clamp them tight. In a breath she regained her composure and found the cheek to answer. ”I can say, with a modicum of authority, that Saint Mungos would rather she not visit at all.” At least this healer preferred not. Though she was rarely in the mental anomalies ward. ”I doubt she would look kindly on your concern, though, your energies are best spent on more achievable goals.”

Once she had settled again from the noise she wrinkled her brow at his almost-fussing. Lashes batted again as she gave him a cool look through the dark veil they made over her eyes. ”I shall put that to consideration in future.” She told him dryly. If she had planned at all she wouldn’t be in this predicament at all. But planning was not her forte, doing was. She imagined herself a woman of action, and only now that she was faced with them thought of the consequences. The worst of which, she was sure, was that reproachful look on his face. It was the same one her teachers in the hospital got when she made a silly mistake.

”Oh.” She blurted, nose wrinkling slightly as she wondered why he would call on her after they had gone to their separate rooms. A few ideas came to mind. The last of which made her ears rosy and another, much smaller, ”oh.” Slip out of her mouth. Not least of all because they hardly knew one another. The idea of consummating her marriage had not really danced through her head yet. That was a bag of wormy apples she would rather not open too soon. It would likely involve a lot more of his eyebrow wrinkling and stiffness, she assumed. Unlike her spouse she still had not considered that a few awkward conversations might spare them both a bit of surprise or unneeded hesitance later.

Because she was, despite her insistence that it ought not to matter, very young. And in that way of the young she was prone to thinking of her own hopes and dreams, wants and needs, foremost. Which made Mister Ballard’s statement the sort of thing that gave a girl pause. Looking down at his shoes again Marigold felt her face heat again. Expected to take care of his wife. Commitment. That was what came from stoic, stiff legged men that never grinned. Perhaps, then, it was not such an awful thing. In fact, she decide that Mister Ballard was not bad at all. It might have been the late-ish hour after an emotionally straining day. Or that he said a phrase quite similar to the one her own father had said to her once. Both, even. But she made up her mind not to find offence in the patronizing way he phrased his next question.

”Very well. Though, if you have any skill with an Alohomora spell I am very handy with oblivation. We might reclaim the deposit and annul the lease without the landlord ever remembering a thing.” At least then if she had to go home she was less likely to hear Ester’s mouth the entire night. Just majority. Peeking at him through her lashes she watched him for a reaction, and wondered if he was very much regretting the arrangement by this point.

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« Reply #7 on: Mar 27 2019, 09:43 AM »
Money conversion. Rafferty paused a moment. That was not the answer he had expected, nor a matter that had crossed his mind. Even when he had crossed the threshold into the muggle abode. ”Neither have I.” There had never been a need, and if there had, there had been someone else to see to it. ”I doubt they would call the Aurors on you for wrong tender. Just the usual police.” Or not rented her a room at all. Rafferty couldn’t be fully certain. Muggles were very strange folk.

”Very uncharitable of them.” The hospital, or this particular healer, Rafferty wondered. Well aware now that there was little love between the two women. It didn’t much matter. He doubted anyone would suggest Esther attend the institution and agreed with Marigold that he was unlikely to be thanked for suggesting it. ”I will do my best to keep the peace then.” At least they were both unlikely to have to spend much more time with the woman. Family affairs always provided the buffer of other people.

Rafferty looked at her. Marigold was looking back at him. Eyes expressive beneath her dark lashes, though he could not decipher the look she gave him. It was not coy, but he did not think she was pleased either. ”I’m glad.” He said in acceptance of her promise. He did dearly hope they never ended up in a place like this again if she was going to have a penchant for running off on a whim. The place was ghastly. Shuddering on the inside, Rafferty turned his attention to her small ohs. Her eyes going all aflutter. He realized too late how his late hour visit might come across.

”There were things I thought we should discuss.” Nerves on both sides to settle. She was very young and he was very unprepared for marriage. It had yet to be a thought in his head. What was he going to do with a bride anyway? Chase her, proved to be the answer so far. At least she wasn’t shouting and bashing him about the head with a pan as he often heard it told. She must not be too upset about being found. Though she did not seem keen to leave with him.

Drawing inna breath, Rafferty pressed his lips closed and tried very hard not to frown at her suggestion. Turning, he opened the door and ushered her out into the hallway. Really! She was cheeky. But also right. It would be best to clean the mess up completely so it wasn’t haunting them and causing trouble later. ”I learned it in school.” And had not used it since. But he thought he could manage. ”Do you still have the handbag? We can drop it off on our way.” Maybe toss it through a window so they didn’t actually have to stop.

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« Reply #8 on: Mar 31 2019, 11:23 AM »
”I didn’t think they would call them,” She tried to explain, mildly exasperated that he would think her so daft. Arms wrapping tighter around the cape for extra warmth she looked up at the stained ceiling. On the other side was the room the apartment manager lived in. She knew because she had heard his phlegmy cough through it. ”I just assumed… the aurors would know. Somehow.” That sounded even more ridiculous than a muggle calling the Ministry to report strange monies.

That had been the teaching of her childhood, however. First with the German Wizarding Gestapo who really would raid a house if the wrong words were spoken. Ester had made good use of coloring the British aurors as similarly capable of discovering criminallity of any sort. Having never learned differently Marigold found herself standing there looking the fool in her naive beliefs. 

Lashes lowering she gave a small shrug, ”It’s a hospital not a charity.” Nevermind that it was a charity funded hospital. Or that they always took any patient. Ester was unlikely to ever be one. And if she were, it would not be on the basis of her personality. It would be for getting stunned in the arse by Little George having a tantrum. Or something of that sort. At least she wouldn’t be around to take the blame much longer. Mister Ballard, she understood, had a house to himself. Refreshing, really, since most of the Pureblood families she knew seemed to prefer crowding into the same ancient family home. Living with several generations piled atop one another. That was the way of things back home too, in Germany. Only they lived on estates with several little houses, or one big manor so large it didn’t matter that they shared a roof.

Hopefully their nuptials wouldn’t feel like an intrusion to living on his own, she had spent the last decade of her life as an unwanted houseguest. Under the sweep of her lashes their eyes connected. Neither sure what the others look was expressing. But like it or not they were in it together now. His answer to her promise so simply put she could have snorted at the seriousness. Her subtle sarcasm completely dismissed. Or ignored. Or just beyond the sphere of his notice. Marigold could not say which.

”Ah, I see.” She did not. Mind racing to guess what he thought they should discuss so soon after marrying. Everything, probably. Nothing specific came to mind now that she put it to the question, however. ”Well. There’s time plenty. Til death do us part and all that.” She said, trying to fight back the heat traveling up her throat to her cheeks. The hollows sucked in and then puffed out. It should not have been so unsettling, an arranged marriage. No one had sprung the wedding on her, she had weeks to prepare. Yet! And still. She was not ready to give up what little freedoms she had found through work and friendship. Several of her Pureblood schoolmates had already entered the same sort of agreements. Sitting at home with babies in bassinets or husbands that felt a woman’s place was in the home. That was not how she had pictured her future.

So far Mister Ballard had not suggested anything of the sort. But she had expected him too. It was altogether shocking that he was so utterly opposite of her imaginings while being so adherent to them at the same time. Personality surprising her without actually manifesting. She would just have to do something about that. Perhaps he was just very suppressed. That was a common happenstance with old bloodlines for various reasons. Hopefully there was none of that vanity over blood status in Mister Ballard. ”I’m generally quite adept at charmwork but locks have always out mastered me.” She admitted with an apologetic twist in the crease of her mouth. Following his insistent pressing towards, and out through, the doorway. He did not touch her, or say in so many words that they were leaving. She thought for a moment he would ignore her suggestion altogether.

”Yes,” Marigold felt a tension she had been unaware of easing in her jaw. Cheeks rounding more softly and eyes brightening. Drop it off! He didn’t want to go back to Ester’s house at all. It was unexpectedly relieving. ”I set it on the windowsill.” She said after pulling her head back to the present, glancing into the room over her shoulder. With a twitch of her shoulder the bag raced through the air to her hand with an unspoken ‘accio’. There was a dim yellow line of moisture on its bottom from where it had touched the wood. Marigold pinched a corner with two fingers rather than hold it close. The stain was easily cleaned but she could not perform that spell without speaking. And while no one was about to see them, they were in a hub of muggle activity. Probably not wise to perform unnecessary magic.

Except to obliviate the landlord of course. And to break into his home. There was no way around it, however, as everyone knew that apparition was monitored by the Ministry. ”The stairwell is just here.” She pointed to a heavy door in the corner. Unaware that the gate beside opened up into a muggle lift that moved between floors. Even if she had, it did not have an operator at such a late hour. She would never have figured out how to make it move mechanically. Tucking into the narrow stairwell she looked up at the floor above. ”I can make him fall asleep from outside the door, if he isn’t already. Then if you would be so kind as to unlock the door, I can clear myself from his memory while you find the payment I gave him.”

She did not mean to be bossy, but she was both desperate to show Mister Ballard she was capable of making thought out plans and a prove she was not a complete fool. She was also a healer, a profession most would say leaned itself towards being a bit pushy. Shoes soft on the steps she made her way up. Trying not to shiver from the creeping cold now that she was removed from the warmth of the radiator.

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« Reply #9 on: Apr 17 2019, 07:34 PM »
”I’m glad.” A nod tucking his chin toward his throat. Eyes meeting and looking away. Rafferty was unsure if he should actually be glad. Did she see? He hoped so. Having to explain himself would be decidedly uncomfortable. Marigold was not very determined to make him more comfortable. Til death do them part. Rafferty had forgotten. Or not really thought of the depth of their vows. She was his wife now.

Forever.

”You are quite right.” Time aplenty. It was unlikely they would run out unless she ran off again. Rafferty quite imagined she might. Fear of all knowing aurors or not. Smile dissipating before it ever came close to gracing his lips. She was a very strange girl. Woman. Young lady. With huffing cheeks. Rafferty’s fingers played a few keys across the brim of his hat in answer. Yes. A very long time indeed, even if she did run. Terrifying thought.

”Well.” He almost dared suggest it was her fear of aurors that kept locks from opening for her, but Rafferty had no way of knowing if that were true. Plus it was just ungentlemanly. ”I’ll take care of the lock.” Hopefully. It had been some years. But he remembered the spell. There hadn’t been an locked lock in the dormitory for months after that class. He ushered her from the room, glad to leave the damp behind. Or at least replace it with the damp of the hallway. The noise was louder here. Unmuffled by the door. He waited while she fetched the bag, summoning it to her without word or wand. Rafferty nodded his approval.

”After you.” He held the door, following her into the stairwell and shutting it behind them. It was dim but he didn’t dare summon a light, it would do no favors to the dingy wallpaper and likely draw attention to them. Following her look, he gripped her elbow and lead the way to the landing above. ”How will you know?” He asked, curious. Checking the stairwell, he pulled his wand from the deep pocket of his coat and gave it a careful swish. Voice low as he whispered the incantation to himself. 

The locked opened with a soft click.

”Top marks. Are you ready?” He asked, trying not to dwell on the fact that he was committing a crime. So far marriage was not all what he expected. Opening the door a crack, Rafferty peeked inside before opening it wide enough for Marigold to slip in. He followed her, shutting the door behind them but not locking it. ”Quieter up here.” He observed, glancing at the sleeping landlord. Rafferty made sure the other rooms were clear while searching for her payment.

He had no idea where it was likely to be kept. Or.. ”How much did you even pay for that horrible room?” He asked, squeezing an envelope open and peeking inside.  It took another alohamora on a small lock box before he found it. All neatly put away with a stack of receipts. ”Good man.” He muttered while counting out the correct amount, and taking her receipt as well.