It's in your veins. (Sean)

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YOU'RE GONNA CATCH A COLD
from the ice inside your soul

There were no classes to attend to at the moment, so Emrys decided to pay a visit to the White Tomb like she usually did.  The great Albus Dumbledore was a very heroic man, deserving of respect and admiration.  He had died in the pursuit to stop the dark wizards from spreading their evil and misery, which made him the most awesome person in Emrys' eyes.  Therefore, she liked to pay her respects to his grave daily while she was still at school.

Once the Hufflepuff had made it to the grave site, Emrys had discovered that someone had already beat her to arriving first.  It was some girl who Emrys recognized to be around her age and a Gryffindor, Holly.  She and Holly had begun to talk about how amazing Dumbledore had been, but eventually their conversation led to the bashing of dark wizards.  Emrys was quite happy to do so--she had much to begrudge and hold against those evil loons for.  Therefore, you can say that she was more condemning toward them than Holly sounded.

But then, from the corner of her eye, she noticed someone else coming into the fray.  And when she saw who it was, her eyes narrowed, her fists tightened, and she clenched her jaw.  Sean Owens, the grandson of that monster, Ian Owens.  From her first year in Hogwarts, when she learned who he was, she had made him her sworn enemy.  His grandfather had caused hell to her family--there was no way that she was befriending his descendant.  He seemed normal enough--happy, social, flirty, and mischievous (not in the evil way).  But still he carried the blood of Ian in his veins, and she would never forgive him for that, nor trust him at all.  He could be playing the role of a sly fox.  She wondered how she could exercise such self-control and honor the rule of the school of no murdering your fellow students.  However, she personally believed that he owed her a blood fine.

She was still talking to Holly, yet her icy gaze on him from the corner of her eye still stayed there.  "Dark wizards who are as evil as the Owens don't deserve to be walking around freely outside of Azkaban without chains binding them," she drawled, as if each and every one of the family were of the same mind of Ian (because she believed that, too).  She had raised her voice, wanting Sean to hear what she was saying.  Emrys was absolutely not going to hide her dislike of him.  "And, for one, they don't deserve to be standing in front of the White Tomb!"

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An afternoon of free time where had no classes, usually was spent on the Qudditich field or trying to get a quick session with girl before next class. However; today was completely different he was doing neither, well he had planned on since last night trying to get some practice in when he came upon the free time. Then as the free time came upon himself today he found himself venturing out towards the grounds of the castle but not near the Qudditich pitch. He was going to go by the lake but, he then looked in the distance and noticed the White Tomb once again. Rose? thought Sean at once thinking that maybe just for a split second that Rose Weasley was sitting near the white tomb and he could hang out her with like they did previously by the tomb. He started walking over that way at once, but as he started approaching he could tell that Rose was not one of the two people currently at the tomb. He gave a little sigh but, he walked this far so he kept going, deciding he would just go visit the tomb himself anyways, besides it looked like they were girls present by the tomb, maybe it wasn’t going to be a dull afternoon.

His eyes glanced up and saw the one and only Emrys Nightingale, he didn’t know her, but knew of her and her family, and its history. As his grandfather was the one who killed her father and twin sister at only eight months, something Sean could not even imagine someone doing such a horrible thing. He hated the man who was supposed to be the wise old protector of him, to protect him when his parents were rude or grounded him. No instead he got murderous delusional Ian, who killed his own parents and Sean’s, and even tried having Sean killed. He turned instantly when he saw her not wanting to deal with her, she despised him because of his last name and family relations, despite Sean disowning his entire family and its roots in dark arts. Before he could go any further however; he heard her start going on about his last name and family, she agreed with what she said about dark wizards like Owens. Except he believed his grandfather needed to be killed. He kept walking, then he heard what really got him ”And for one they don’t deserve to be standing in front of the White Tomb”. Turning around in a quick spin he made his way up to her in a fast walk pace, arms to his side but no wand drawn, he was just going to maybe yell at her, not attack her.

”You know I disown my family right and Ian is nothing to me, he should die not chained in Azkaban. He should be killed, and you think I’m like him? I am the only Owens to ever be sorted into a house other than Slytherin, the only one to reject pure blood supremacy”said Sean in a curt tone as he finally stopped just a little ways away from Emrys still giving her space. His eyes were filled with annoyance, and his face was stern. He was completely annoyed at the fact she said he deserved not to be near this tomb, he had done everything he could to disown his family, even spilled blood and almost died. In a quick movement he lifted his shirt up showing off not his body, but a scar stretched across his chest, where he had been cut open and almost died. Pointing at it he looked her again with a “you see this” look. ”His friend did that fifth year for me, ordered me dead if I refused to embrace my family’s roots, I refused left me to die. I know what he did to your family…I am sorry you don’t accept it or believe it but I am not him, we don’t get to choose our blood family Emrys!” said Sean this time his tone extremely blunt and direct.

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YOU'RE GONNA CATCH A COLD
from the ice inside your soul

Still glaring at him from the corner of her eye, and having turned her head slightly to get a better look at him, Emrys saw that she had angered Owens and driven him off.  Well, he certainly did have the sense to bugger off from her sight, Emrys thought cynically.  She was glad that he did.  She didn't want to see him near the White Tomb anyway.  But, him doing as she wished him to do still didn't make her hate him less.

But when she did make that comment out loud, she had already turned around to face Holly again, for she assumed he had left already.  However, Holly told her with wide eyes that he was marching toward her.  The Weasley quietly slipped away, not wanting to be caught up in a confrontation.

Once Emrys heard what Holly said before the Gryffindor left, she immediately turned around and see that Holly was right.  Sean was striding back toward her, and he was clearly not happy.  In fact, he actually looked like he was going to slap her in the face.  Whether he was or wasn't going to do so, Emrys wasn't afraid.  She was going to face him head on, whatever he wanted to do.

She did what she could to make her posture intimidating, which was rather silly because compared to him, she was shorter and smaller.  But still, Emrys straightened herself, squared her shoulders, and lifted up her chin in defiance, silently challenging him to try to do anything to her.  She viewed this as a necessary confrontation, as if they were two soldiers on the battlefield.  His family had wronged her's greatly, and he needed to pay her for it.  How fitting for an Owens and a Nightingale to have a face off.

Well, Sean's story of innocence and disownment wasn't new to Emrys.  Sean was a popular kid, so whatever he claimed was quite well known amongst the student body, out of gossip and such.  Emrys had heard it, or at least tidbits of it.  While she thought that it would've been very honorable if Sean could do that, she didn't believe that.  When it came to anything that had to do with dark wizards, Emrys was as cynical and suspicious as the burning flames of hell.  She believed that Sean was only spouting out those rumors to make himself look deceptively good, and would later take advantage of the good image he had made for himself through trickery to cause harm.

And anyway...this was much harder for her to admit, but she actually did want to believe that Sean was a bad guy.  For some reason, she needed someone in sight to put all of the blame and loathing on for her family's ruin, and who better to do that to than the grandson of the killer himself? Having negative feelings was never a good thing, but in this case, having someone nearby to glare at and swear vengeance upon made her feel better.  Knowing that she could never defeat Ian Owens by her own wand drove her half crazy.  But knowing that there was Sean, at least, gave her hope that she still could do something, and she clung to it as if it were a lifeline. 

She was probably a maniac, but really, you were talking about her father and twin sister.  Losing such two important figures in her life was no small matter that could be forgotten so easily.  OF course, she barely remembered them, but what girl wouldn't want to have grown up with her male parent, and a sister who could be in Hogwarts with her right now, and her best friend? It was the biggest "what if" of her life, and she could never know how things would've been like if no one died.  Ian Owens had made sure of that.  But what angered her more was the hurt and pain that Alyssa and Seth had to go through, and it was all because of this Ravenclaw's grandfather.

Emrys had been listening silently to Sean talk, but with narrowed eyes.  She was smoldering inside, wanting to slash that deceptively handsome face with her nails, that face that probably resembled Ian's.  Yet, truth be told, Emrys did find herself at the verge of faltering.  His speech was so convincing, as were his expressions and body language,  that she found herself questioning whether she had thought wrongly about him or not.  Emrys was never known to be sly, so the hesitation actually showed on her face--but ever so slightly.  No, her inner voice told her.  He's lying.  They always do that.  She couldn't afford to be gullible.  Others could, but not her.  Not if she actually cared about her mother and her brother.  Besides, evil people were known to be first-rate actors.  They were sly, sneaky creatures, always being able to blend into the situation like chameleons.  She was not going to allow him to lead her astray from his true colors.

Her face hardened again, and she was about to speak when he suddenly lifted his shirt, exposing his bare chest, to show her his scar.  Okay, so people observing from a distance and not knowing what the situation was would probably have no idea whatsoever what such an action meant.  Was he trying to boast about the perfection of his body to a girl he was flirting with? If so, why did he look so angry, and she the same? That made no sense.  Or, if they got a closer look at his scar, they would be wondering why he was pointing at it while angry speaking with her.  Was he accusing her of leaving that scar on him?

But it seemed that no one else was with them.  The clearing was theirs, or at least that was what Emrys was aware of.  She was too absorbed in Sean to notice, and it was not in a good way.  Again, he spoke convincingly like the superb actor that he was.  If her heart hadn't hardened against him, she would've believed him completely.  But, of course, she didn't.  However...that was not to say that she completely doubted him.

She had totally not been expecting this.  When she eyed that scar on otherwise normal skin, she saw that it was an ugly one, ugly enough to make her almost flinch.  The injury must've hurt him badly.  And to top it off with his convincing words, the expressions on his face, his tone...it all seemed so real.  So real that, in fact, Emrys hesitated even more, and again that showed on her face.  Her inner self tried to pull her back to her lair of total distrust and contempt.  It did succeed somewhat, but she still felt doubtful about his falseness.

She attempted to make her expression stony again, but she couldn't, and now she looked more perplexed than hateful.  She swallowed and asked him warily, "And how should I put my faith in your claims? They are only words, albeit well scripted.  If you want to convince me, you're going to need real proof."  Being a Hufflepuff, Emrys was a believer in fair play, and it stung her a bit to know that she wasn't being fair to him.  Just how on earth was he going to prove to her, right here and right now, that he actually had been attacked by an agent of his grandfather? Actually, she didn't want him to, because that would probably mean that one of those cronies would have to show up to make a demonstration, and Emrys would rather that she was a powerful auror if she had to come face to face with an evil wizard.  But case in point, her words were weak words.  They barely made an argument.  And as already said, it wasn't fair to him (he had been given the chance to be considered potentially truthful because of his convincing behavior).  But if she wanted to continue hating him, she had to muster up whatever she could, even if it was dull.  Part of her just couldn't accept that he was truly a good person--not yet.

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