Who: Sam and Ally
What: :[[
When: Nowish



Ally huffed as she flopped down on the couch and turned on the telly. (Which was amazing just so you know. Muggles definatly had some awesome things.) Savannah had come over earlier and took Roger to watch him for the day so she and Sam could have some 'alone time', in which she interpreted as 'talk about why she was still so mad at Giada'. So far they hadn't done much talking because Sam had to finish up an article on some sport she really didn't know much about.

When she finally decided that there was nothing worth watching she got up and shut it off only to go back to the couch. She really didn't have anything to do and was rather restless. "Hmph. I wish Roger was here. Then I'd have something to do."

Sam ran his hands through his hair, staring down at the typewriter on his desk. It held a clean sheet of paper, unmarred by a single drop of black ink. One would think, from this picture of him, that he'd just gotten writer's block, didn't know how to start his article--but the truth was, there was no article. That was just some stupid excuse he'd given Ally so that he could bide time to figure out what he was supposed to say to her to make this thing between her and her sister right again.

He was at a loss. After all, it wasn't a normal day when the Vance sisters argued (not like they had this time, at least). A far different story from when she was just mad about something at work, or the slow cashier at the supermart, or whoever had her up in arms. This was her sister, Giada, one of his favorite people in the world and the last person he had ever thought he'd have to be resolving a conflict over.

Sam sighed loudly and stood up. His thoughts were no more clear than they had been an hour ago, and this was going to have to happen sooner or later. Maybe... maybe it would just unfold nicely and by itself and he wouldn't have to do much at all.

... okay, probably not, but a man could hope, couldn't he?

Without a word, he walked into the living room, over to the couch where he saw his wife sitting. One more deep breath in a last attempt to get perspective and Sam jumped into the deep end, sitting down next to her on the couch. "Savannah took Roger for a reason," he answered, although he was pretty sure her words weren't meant for him. "So come on, let's not waste her time."

"Well I didn't ask her to." She mumbled under her breath. Then she glance over at Sam and saw the look he was giving. "That was uncalled for I suppose. Sorry. I just don't see what there is to talk about." She crossed her arms and looked for something other her husband to look at cause she was she was pretty sure he was giving her his 'you're being stubborn look' and she really didn't want to see that. She settled on the blue vase across the room that she was so tempted to throw into the wall the other day when she got home.

"Its all rather simple. Giada is mad at me. I'm mad at her. And once she apologizes for being so utterly ridiculous then everything will be just fine."

Sam pursed his lips together. Now, he had known it wasn't going to be easy, but this wasn't getting off to a very good start at all. He put an arm around Ally's shoulders and idly played a lock of brunette hair around in his fingers that had been laying on her shoulder. He was too deep in thought to really be giving her any looks--in fact, he had been spending the past few seconds staring across at the same blue vase. How ironic, that it was a vase that Giada had gotten them for a wedding present.

"It's not that simple and I think you know that," he said, leaning his head back against the couch just a bit. He could see her out of his peripheral vision now, if he wanted to. It was a good place to be looking from, so that he could gauge her reactions without looking like he was staring straight at her. "Have you maybe thought that's she's not just being ridiculous? That there's something in the middle of all that craziness that could be something you might do better sympathizing with than just casting off?"

He paused for a moment, then continued again. "I'm not saying it was right of her to yell at you. But from what I gather, and from what I take out of knowing her as an outsider to your family for years, there's something behind all that yelling that she's been trying to get you to listen to for a long time. She's frustrated, and she thinks you don't understand her situation as the, well, the lesser appreciated of your siblings. And maybe she's always been a little jealous of you, and all of that put together... Come on, Ally, don't even try and tell me that if that were you, that you wouldn't have blown up eventually."

Ally just huffed again listening to what Sam was saying. She was tempted to brush his hand away not wanting to be touched at the moment but she decided against because she really didn't want Sam mad at her too. And the most frustrating part of the whole thing was that Sam had a point. He had a point and all it did was force her out of her denial. A denial that she had been in for years, ever since she married Sam, a denial that had kept her very happy. And if that kept her happy what was so wrong with that.

She sat there and chewed her lip for a moment after he finished talking before shrugging his arm off her shoulder and standing up. "Of course I would of. But not at her. And- and she has nothing to be jealous about. I mean she acts like I have this prefect life and that I've always gotten everything I wanted without having to fight for it. Because that sure as hell isn't true. She acts like mum and dad were all like 'Oh Sam asked you to marry him? That's fantastic. I hope you guys are happy.' In fact it was quite the opposite." she fumed as she paced back and forth across the living room. Tears were welling up in her eyes but she was to angry to let herself cry.

"Just because I chose not to share the fact that my parents threatened to disown me because I wasn't going to marry a proper pureblood, doesn't mean it didn't happen. And-and it took a lot for me to marry you. And if I want to forget about all that and pretend it didn't happen then that should be just fine. If Giada doesn't like whats going on she should just threaten to run away to the states and stop using magic or something like I did when they said I couldn't marry you. So no she can't be mad at me for getting everything I wanted so easily because it isn't true."

Sam wondered for a minute if Ally meant to use this speech of hers to make him feel sickeningly guilty, but quickly decided that she didn't. They'd talked about this whole subject before, and he had to push it to the back of his mind every time so that he didn't let the guilt he felt over how hard a thing it had been for her to marry him was consume him, drive him crazy. He had asked her because he knew that, someday, after the storm was over, they would be happy. They couldn't be happy if he let this terrible feeling get the best of him, and that's the reason why he kept his mouth firmly shut now, like he had many times before. No, Sam never intended to tell his wife that he wished she would just never bring up her parents and her strife to get them to accept him into their family. It was for the best, and especially now.

This was about Giada, Sam, not you. And this was a pertinent subject to the sake of the conversation.

"Maybe you should share that fact with her, have you ever thought of that?" he asked, deadpanning her with his gaze. "How do you expect Giada to know that it happened, that they treated you the exact same way that she's being treated, if you never tell her?--and, by and by, have you ever thought that maybe she's too scared of losing her family, doesn't have enough to fight for, to take a huge risk like threatening to run away? You can't imagine how drastic that sounds coming out of your mouth right now."

"Quickly, he was beginning to understand why Giada had managed to explode like she had. Ally was lucky that this was Sam sitting here, because any less might have just erupted into another fight---that, and that he was her husband. He didn't want to push Giada's side of the story too much and have Ally angry at him. He took another deep breath.

"Look, like I said... She had no right to say some of the things she did, but I think you're both in the wrong here. You need to talk to her, Al. You've got to sit down and explain to her what's wrong about what she says about you, not just say she's wrong. Owl her. Offer to sit down and tell your side, then offer to let her tell her side. Give her consideration and listen to what she's got to say. Calmly."

Oh nice. Now all her effort to marry him was drastic. There was a voice in the back of her saying that she was more and likely taking the comment the wrong way, but it just sounded so harsh to her. She closed her eyes and ran her hand through her hair. Sam did have a point when she thought about it. "Fine. I'll talk to her. After all I'm probably just being drastic about everything. I'll go send her a letter" she said turning to go look for some parchment.

Okay, sue him, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. But only after her back was turned, and she was already walking off the other way. "Bloody hell, Allison!" Sam's voice was initially sharp, and he had to push his bubbling frustration down. It was a real fight, if he had to tell the truth--but if he didn't do it, he just wasn't being himself. When he spoke again, he was glad to hear he sounded like he was under control again. "I didn't say you were drastic, I said it would be a drastic move for her. You're not the same people, your situations are different---this is exactly the point she's been trying to make with you."

He sighed, and then for a second wondered fleetingly... maybe a little annoyance would be good for Ally for once---no, augh, that was just his own frustration talking. He wasn't going to get mad at her, even if he wanted to. That wasn't how he handled things, and that wasn't how things needed to be handled. Merlin fucking curse being the calm one in this family. "Look, I don't care what you do. It's completely your choice if you want to try and reconcile or not. But if you're going to write her an owl acting like that, then I'd ask that you please not do it at all."