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м є g § ([info]macks) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-01-08 00:30:00


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Entry tags:evan rosier, mackenzie goldstein

No one, not even Sebastian, was able to contain Mackenzie at this point. No, no matter how much he resisted her, and tried to constrain her to him, she refused to let him keep her from finding out what was really going on. And Evan, no no, he was most certainly not keeping her from finding out anything either. Because she knew he knew, she just knew he did. Just like how she knew that he knew what really happened to Orpheus. Because she wasn't completely dense, nor blind. Orpheus, Caradoc and Evan.... oh, well they were Slytherin pureblood boys for Merlin's sake, a random person off the street would most likely be able to guess what they really were. It wasn't hard, just common sense. And up to this point, she had--- well, ignored it almost. Because they wouldn't be that stupid to get involved with something as radical with that, and they were, they were them. The same stupid boys that she had spent all of Hogwarts with! They wouldn't do things like murder, or torture. They just wouldn't.

Taking a deep breath, Mackenzie composed herself to the best of her ability once she approached Evan's doorstep. This was going to be challenging, she knew but, not unachievable. Evan would tell her, he had to, it wasn't some cult secret anymore, Caradoc was missing for heaven's sake! Or possibly even--- she swallowed, completely not accepting the possibility that he might be dead. He couldn't be dead, nothing honestly seemed to--- no.

Caradoc missing, Orpheus in Azkaban... what was happening to them?

"Evan!" Mackenzie's voice rang through his flat as she swung the door open forcefully. "Oh shut up Aegis!" She heard the dog before she saw it, but now, her patience was running thin. The fact that she had rudely barged in did not phase her, nor did her yelling at every living being in the home.



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[info]obtineo
2009-01-14 02:49 am UTC (link)
As soon as she moved towards him, again, he knew that things weren’t going to go the way he desperately wanted them to. He knew that Mackenzie was stubborn; she was a bloody Slytherin so that came along with the title, but he hadn’t ever bothered him more than it was right now. As soon as she grabbed his hand, he felt a surge of pain shoot up his arm, seeing how she had inadvertently tugged on it when she brought his hand up to examine. His fingers were still balled into tight fists, and he tried not to wince because of the discomfort she was causing him. The look on her face made it even worse, because he wasn’t capable of feeling sympathy right now. Usually, on any other day, if he had done something to hurt Mackenzie, whether it be physically or mentally, he would apologize in a heartbeat…or at least try to make up for it, which was an apology for Evan. The words ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I apologize’ were not part of his every day vocabulary, and when they were used they were usually laced with copious amounts of sarcasm.

His eyes met hers, his jaw locking as she spoke that name. That fucking name, which represented the one person he hated, and wanted to kill more than anything. Others would do, but he wouldn’t be completely satisfied until he had Dearborn’s head on a fucking stick. Maybe he’d send it to Emmeline Vance; it’d be a beautiful wall hanging.

God she had to stop crying, because he wasn’t in the fucking mood for this right now! He couldn’t take a hormonal, pregnant woman, looking down at him with those large, weepy eyes, asking him to tell her where her friend had gone. Where Caradoc had gone. He just fucking couldn’t.

“....I don’t know a God damn thing about Caradoc Dearborn.” The words, which were spoken quietly, and hoarsely (especially that name), weren’t just talking about his location, but had a much deeper meaning.

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[info]macks
2009-06-22 06:31 am UTC (link)
Mackenzie pulled her lips back tightly at Evan's response, trying to purely focus on stopping her tears and fixing his hand. She could only do so much for it here without going to Mungo's, since she sincerely doubted he would go (none of them ever would). And he would never ask her to take anything from the hospital--- which she would end up doing anyway.

"Stand still," she muttered, now reaching for her wand and still refusing to look him in the eye. Eventually her eyes cleared and she could focus on fixing what was left of his hand.

Just a few minutes ago, Mackenzie had wanted to know so badly what was going on, what had happened that she would have done and said anything to find out. She had just felt so entitled to know what was going on... Sebastian had always said that when it came to friends you had a right, but apparently that worked differently with her friends.

But maybe it wasn't such a bright idea to alienate Evan. He was her only chance at getting any information whatsoever (the state of his face and flat reaffirmed that theory). So for now, just focusing on fixing him was important. One friend's dire issue at a time.

"I can get you potions from Mungo's," she stated quietly, finally picking her gaze and wand up to focus on his face.

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