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Nell had been bouncing off the walls until the day came when she and her mother were scheduled to come and pick up Marina at her home. At three o'clock their attuned portkey arrived in a secluded section of London where they took a moment to get some tea (blueberry for Nell and acai berry for Jarai) and maple scones. After their treat they then apparated (well her Mum apparated, she hung on for the ride) to the town of Dunstable. After asking a few neighbors, some a bit rude during the questioning, the mother-daughter duo arrived at the Aldred's front door at exactly four o'clock. Nell took the initiative and knocked, rather loudly, on the front door and began to lightly bounce again with her long wavy hair and fedora bouncing with her. The Scot hadn't grown much but it put her over her stagnant even five feet; finally she was a decent five foot three! Jarai merely looked over at her daughter with thinly hid amusement. "Excited?" she asked. "You have no idea!" the teen squealed.

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I'm taking it slow, feeding my flame, shuffling the cards of your game


Marina heard her mother's call from her room, where she was doing a last minute check to make sure she had everything. She ran downstairs, taking them two at a time. Her cat, Jet, followed her, meowing curiously. She skidded to a halt in the living room. "Hi Nell!" she exclaimed happily. "Hi Mrs. Ellis," she greeted the woman she took to be Nell's mother. She wondered briefly what Nell's reaction to her new haircut would be, and noted that her friend had shot up a good three inches.

I'm taking it slow, feeding my flame, shuffling the cards of your game

Marina almost toppled over from the force of the hug, and has the breath knocked out of her. "Thanks," she replied once she could breathe again. "My mum cut it for me." She shook Jarai's hand after Bernadette did. "Glad to know I'm so popular in your household," she joked. She hefted her backpack onto her shoulders and scooped up Jet, putting him in a basket she took from the corner. "I'm ready to leave when you are."

I'm taking it slow, feeding my flame, shuffling the cards of your game



Marina was deposited in a kitchen chair by her father. Her mother put a salve on her ankle to reduce the swelling and gave her a wash cloth to wipe off the blood and dirt. The Slytherin made herself look slightly more presentable and then faced her parent's furious stares. "I'm really sorr-" she began before her mother cut her off. "Save the apologies until after you explain exactly what happened tonight." Bernadette ordered testily, her voice frigid. The teen sighed, and recounted the whole story, from beginning to end. Her parents were silent until she finished. Then Dustin spoke. "You need to understand just how disappointed we are with you. I get that you wanted to help your friends, but getting involved in a magical battle is a whole different story. You could have died. There were dead bodies there, Marina. There were vampires there! You can't just go around risking your life like that!" His voice steadily rose until he was yelling at his daughter, trying to make her see just how hard it had been for them. Marina snapped. "You think I don't know that?! I saw them die, Dad! I might have even killed a few of those people! I was there, I watched people screaming in pain and getting their throats ripped out! I saw what the Family did to their captives! They were tortured; they were kept alive for their blood! The ministry was taking their sweet time doing anything! The aurors weren't even there! We were the only ones willing to do something! So we did." Her voice lowered from a scream to a whisper. "I couldn't just do nothing." Dustin and Bernadette stared at her in shock. "Be disappointed in me if you have to, but I would do it all over again, if it meant saving just one innocent life." She started sobbing, and her parents pulled her close, murmuring words of comfort. When the crying had ceased, her mother put a hand on her shoulder. "Marina, we just don't want to lose you. You're so young. You have your whole life ahead of you to fight the good fight and protect the helpless. Sweetheart, one day you're not going to be able to save everyone. One day you might not be able to save yourself. Please, try to just be a teenager. Not a hero." Marina stared at the kitchen floor. Dustin shared a look with Bernadette. "You're grounded until further notice." The redhead nodded, and limped up the stairs, followed by Jet.

Prejudice is stubborn and ignorance is hard

I'm in HERE, can anybody SEE me?
Can anybody HELP?

I'm in HERE, a prisoner of HISTORY,
Can anybody HELP?

BERNADETTE MORGAN ALDRED
PROUD MUGGLEBORN
FORMER RAVENCLAW

Can't you hear my call: Calm | Are you coming to get me now: Oh yes she has... | I've been waiting for you to come rescue me: My daughter, the sneaky little snake. | I need you to hold all the sadness I can not, living inside of me: Marina's room |

Bernadette poked her head into her daughter's room, giving her a suspicious look. "Êtes-vous de l'écriture quelqu'un?"* she asked rapid fire in French just for the heck of it. It was always good to keep Marina practicing her French, something she probably didn't get much use out of in Scotland. In fact, maybe testing her on her Latin would be a good idea too. "Audivi strutionum."* She leaned against the door, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Of course Marina would be trying to do the one thing they had forgotten to tell her not to. This was her Slytherin daughter, after all. "Vous n'êtes pas autorisé à écrire amis."* Her daughter was probably complaining about being grounded to all of her friends, when in reality she had gotten off pretty good for breaking almost every rule that had ever been imposed on her. "Bonum conantur, sententia."*

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

*French for "Who are you writing?"
Latin for "I heard the owl."
French for "You're not allowed to be writing your friends."
Latin for "Good try, though."

I'm in HERE, I'm trying to tell you SOMETHING,
Can anybody HELP?

I'm in here, I'm calling OUT but you can't HEAR,
Can anybody HELP?

Ronyo appeared on the front steps of the Aldred house with a pop. He had seen Marina's parents show up and take her home after the event with the Family. They had sounded upset and likely the way most parents tended to react to life threatening ordeals that their children decided to get involved in. Ronyo's mother was unique in that regard as she trusted her son and also understood that he was going to try and help people no matter how much she tried to stop him. The best she could do was make sure he was protected as much as possible and prepared for whatever life threw at him. That was a fortunate thing for Ronyo, and also being that he was now past the trace age meant he was capable of doing almost anything he wished. For Ronyo that just meant more of the same, but for now he wanted to check on his fellow Chimera and also see if he could take some of the heat of her for what happened, it was Ronyo who sent the letter after all.

He gave a knock on the yellow door and looked around the nice stone house with a smile. A simple garden lined the front windows and there was even a white picket fence gating off the backyard. Ronyo could to suppress a chuckle as he thought that a Slytherin lived here. He chuckled some more and shook his head when he remembered his own house and its forest backyard, again not really something people think about when the picture Slytherin. This was likely going to be a tough conversation as Ronyo would be telling Marina's family that he sent the letter that likely had her coming to help them. He really had not intended for the young Chimera to join in the final rescue but they had all seemed so adamant about helping. He would have to leave the Chimera part out of the talk, because that would probably not go over well either. Ronyo took a deep breath, adjusted his white fedora he liked to wear from time to time and green long coat, being as fall was around the corner with school getting closer and closer, and waited for someone to answer the door.

A blonde man answered the door introducing himself as Dustin Aldred, Marina's father. He looked like a reasonable man but also held a look that spoke of someone who loved their daughter a great deal. He had answered politely and not shown any aggressive or overly nosey intentions which had Ronyo curious to the man's house placement during his school years. This man did not seem like someone who was from the house of silver and green, did that mean Marina's mother was the Slytherin or was Marina just an odd fish in the pond? With a smile Ronyo took his hat off and gave a nod as he introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Ronyo Storm a housemate of Marinas. I was with Marina during the events a few days ago in the small town. I was hoping to discuss what happened to maybe help shed a bit more light on the matter for you, and I also wanted to make sure Marina was doing ok after the incident."