OOC: I'll post, even though none of the people who happen to be interacting with my characters are on.
Going to control Lewis a bit, if you read this, sorry Dan.
Crystal: *to Lewis* We should leave. The Death Eaters orchestrated the plane crash and apparated away. If they know Jackson and I survived, they'll be looking for us. They have it out for us, especially Jackson. They wanted us to join up and him to kill his insane mother who was a death eater but too out of control. And who knows what the local or even national muggle authorities are up to. We need to keep moving. *they come out of the vision* Thank you Max, but we better be going.
Maximillian: You sure you can make it on your own?
Crystal: *covering up her doubt* Yes of course. Come on John. *they leave the cottage* *the cottage erupts in fire, sending debris flying everywhere* RUN! *as she runs, she unknowingly gets her ankle cut up and pierced with debris*
Fiona: *laughs* Crystal won't take kindly to you protecting her. Very independant girl, Crystal is. Even got mad at me when I defended her in the old days. Odd she's still that way, considering our pasts. But then, people don't change much. They learn and grow, but no one changes beyond that. *in a very low voice, so he may or may not hear it* Of course, I know Cryssie better than she realizes. Suppose it comes with the training. You learn to analyze others, but you don't know yourself. *in a normal voice* I can take her to some allies of mine, the people who made me the person that I am. They're good people. She'd be all right for a few years, but once she gets old enough.........well, as long as Voldemort lives I can't guarentee you that she would be in no harm. But I could look after her. Thing is, unless you want your memory wiped afterwards, you probably couldn't come with me. They may just take away your memories of the girl and the place, but I don't do.......er, I'm not under the mind department. I know I sound like a lunatic, but unless you can find her a guardian or send her to an orphanage, what other choice do you have? *momentarily her eyes and face darken and there's a ferocity in her voice that's never been heard in her voice before in public* Age doesn't really mean anything when it comes to war, when war starts you've got to become an adult real quick. Or at least mature as one.
I wish I could do something artistic,I'm all boring.
Honestly I don't really do anything other than singing and I really wouldnt call that a talent.People say I can sing but I really dont believe them,I just do it because its fun and I love it.It takes my mind off things.
