Hiding

[Ian Hunt]

I let myself into Madeline's house, feeling stupid and awkward and worrying I was going to get her in trouble by hiding here.
This is stupid, Ian.
Very stupid.
You want more people to die because of you?
You've already got your brother killed this morning.
My hands start to shake again at the thought so I push it firmly out of my mind.

[Madeline Speare]

I apparate behind him,"Good your here."

[Ian Hunt]

"Yeah, here. Thank you Madeline." I say quietly.

[Madeline Speare]

"It's no problem," I say looking around,"Wow," I say quietly,"Havent been here in a while," I walk over to the fireplace a family poriat haninging above it.

[Ian Hunt]

"You look like them." I say quietly, watching her and looking at the picture.

[Madeline Speare]

I sigh,"Now I do, I didnt use to," I say brushing my hair from my eyes. "I had mum's face strucre, same nose, same high cheekbones, same full lips, and I had dad's eyes, crystal blue mixed with sliver," I say quietly,"But my hair," I look up at the picture,"My hair was all my own."

[Ian Hunt]

"It's something though. You've got something to remember them by. But you've got something of your own. It's different. Different's good."

[Madeline Speare]

I half-laugh,"I suppose, it's just." I reach around and pull my hair out of its pony tail letting it cascade down my back,"After I dyed it, I felt different. I was so used to being a blonde," I joke. "As a child I always thought it odd that all my family had this dark brown hair and I was the only one with this bright sliver blonde hair." I smile reminiscently.

[Ian Hunt]

"Like being adopted. Like me." I smile slightly. "I always knew I guess. Even before they told me." I pause, "You know, I can't imagine you blonde." I laugh slightly. "Never would have guessed you dyed it."

[Madeline Speare]

I nod. "Yup, blonde is an understatement, it looked almost white when I was younger."

[Ian Hunt]

"That's almost creepy." I smile slightly.

[Madeline Speare]

"How?" I ask.

[Ian Hunt]

"I don't know. Blonde almost white hair...just doesn't almost doesn't seem natural."

[Madeline Speare]

I half laugh,"I suppose, but the white-blonde hair came from being a veela," I explain,"My gram. She was one." I smile and walk over to the staircase."Come on, I'll show you to your room."

[Ian Hunt]

"Okay," I say, following her up the stairs.

[Madeline Speare]

I lead him down the hal notcing how dusty everything had become,"Sorry about the mess," I say opening the door to his room,"Havent been here for a while,"

[Ian Hunt]

"It's fine. How come?"

[Madeline Speare]

I shrugged,"After my parents died I really had no reason to come back, being alone in a big house, it's not my thing," I joke.

[Ian Hunt]

"Rather be with people?" I smile slightly.

[Madeline Speare]

"Well I'd rather not become a crazy old cat lady," I laugh.

[Ian Hunt]

"I think it would suit you." I smirk slightly.

[Madeline Speare]

I push him, smiling slightly"You wanna stay here or not?"

[Ian Hunt]

"You wanna push me again?" I say, trying to keep a straight face, arching an eyebrow.

[Madeline Speare]

I pushed him again making him stumble a bit. I laugh,"Not so tough now are ya Hunt?" I ask rasing an eyebrow.

[Ian Hunt]

I push her back lightly, "When did I ever say I was tough? And when did you start calling me Hunt?"

[Madeline Speare]

I laugh and smack him lightly on the arm,"Since now."

[Ian Hunt]

"Harsh." I say, pushing her lightly again.

[Madeline Speare]

"You push me again and see what happens." I tease,"You'll be out there on the streets with the crazy old cat ladies,"

[Ian Hunt]

"You'll take pity on me and let me back in..."

[Madeline Speare]

I laugh,"I will not,"