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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 2, 2007 11:07:38 GMT
I make my way up to the door of Speare Mansion, knowing it was a bad idea to come here but unable to resist.
Christopher had made it clear that coming here would be a very bad idea in fact, I reflected, putting a hand gingerly to the still sore burns down the side of my face and neck. They weren't as clear now, thanks to having a sister that's a competent healer and scared shitless of me. But still more obvious than I would have liked.
But, well, what was the harm in coming back if he wasn't home? Probably at baby Rowan and the mudblood brat's funeral. It had almost been a shame. Well, killing baby Rowan had almost been a shame, he'd been a friend...once anyway. The mudblood brat...well, I'd be lying if I said I regretted it.
So there was no harm, no danger - serious danger - in coming here to fuck Maddie up a little bit.
I extend a hand, knocking lightly on the door, murmuring under my breath, "Oh Marilyn..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 2, 2007 20:48:33 GMT
I stay where I am hearing a knock at the door.
It was never a good thing when anyone knocked.
Never.
Most of the family just walked in, and Ian had his key of course, unless he forgot it again but then he'd just yell for me to come open the door. No one knocked.
I half have the urge to yell 'Come in' but recall my run in with Avery at the ministry and decided against it.
I walk cautiously towards the door, pulling it open.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 4, 2007 10:44:21 GMT
"Marilyn," I smile frostily, "I wish I could say it was good to see you but even I cannot really be bothered with such childish games today. May I come in or are you going to keep me on the doorstep?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 4, 2007 13:48:28 GMT
A lump's appeared in my throat and before I cen reply I find myself stepping back and opening the door fully to let him in.
Big mistake Maddie, big mistake.
I absently tug down my jacekt, hoping to cover my stomach. I finally manage to find my voice,"What do you want Logan?" I ask, voice shaking slightly.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 11, 2007 12:51:19 GMT
I don't answer the question, having paid too much attention to her movement, eyes falling on her stomach.
A small half hearted smirk curls at my lips, and I laugh shortly, "Knocked up again? Incredible. You really are a slut."
The hollowness in my tone, for once wasn't something to be mocking. Instead something I'd acquired quite by accident, it was relieving to know only I would be able to tell.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 11, 2007 19:07:56 GMT
My mind goes blank for a comeback as I try to keep my hands from shaking.
"What do you want Logan?" I ask again.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 11, 2007 19:22:05 GMT
"You don't sound so pleased to see me," I remark, walking past her and into the living room, "Lovely home you have here by the way, very quaint."
"I suppose any welcomes would be out of the question so I'll just make myself at home."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 11, 2007 19:31:25 GMT
"No shit sherlock." I mutter under my breath, crossing my arms under my chest just above my stomach.
"Logan, what do you want? Ian's not here if that's who your looking for."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 11, 2007 19:37:28 GMT
"I don't want to see Christopher," I reply, rubbing the vague burn marks up the side of my face, "I think he might actually kill me," I chuckle humourlessly.
"I just thought I'd stop by for a chat. There aren't many people who aren't too scared of me to stick around or too angry to look at me without killing me, and at the moment people who will talk to me equals you and Fin...but I think he might be dead, and possibly Arden but she upsets me so that just leaves you."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 12, 2007 2:08:21 GMT
"I don't see any reason why he shouldn't." I reply scathingly, leaning slightly against the wall, arms still crossed over my chest."Oh joy, glad to know you still have someone." I mutter sarcastically rolling my eyes,"What gives you the slightest idea that I'd actually want to have a 'chat' with you Logan?"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 13, 2007 20:11:08 GMT
I laugh hollowly, "Oh dear...word spreads fast. Wouldn't think Christopher would want it to be known that I beat him...again."
"Yes, it's reassuring to have someone, you know?" I smirk slightly, ignoring the sarcasm, "Hmm...you don't want to talk to me but as of yet, seeing as he isn't home I haven't been forcibly removed from the premises so I don't really think there's much you can do."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 13, 2007 21:32:34 GMT
"Your a sick fuck Logan." I sneer, narrowing my eyes at him."Get out, don't have patience with fucking murderers such as yourself."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 14, 2007 19:00:05 GMT
I pretend to consider the remark, then nod, "Yes to the first, a large resounding no to the second."
"So, are you taking bets on how long this kid will last before it dies yet or are you waiting to start the bidding...?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 14, 2007 22:08:18 GMT
"Fuck you Logan." I snap, hand going over my stomach,"Your not coming anywhere near these kids, got it. Besides, five months isn't a long time."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 15, 2007 17:23:11 GMT
"Fuck me? Go ahead," I smirk, then snort slightly, "Don't flatter yourself and your half blood family, like I'd want anything to with your kids, his kids, whatever."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 15, 2007 22:01:53 GMT
"Your a bastard Logan," I mutter, narrowing my eyes,"Don't you have anything better to do then come here and bother me?"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Nov 17, 2007 10:34:59 GMT
"Original," I remark, smirking slightly.
This was much better, after having nearly lost my insanity, being insane again...much better. Fuck Arden, I didn't need her, not if it means becoming some sort of humanitarian.
I pretend to think, "Nope, nothing better to do...Sooo...how's life in planet blood traitor?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Nov 17, 2007 18:25:07 GMT
I bite down on my bottom lip, reaching into my pocket only to realize I'd left my wand upstairs.
"What really makes you think I'd want to tell you?" I hiss, trying to drown Ian's voice from my head. How about you ask Logan for help? Probably not even my kids anyway!
My stomach gives an unpleasnt jolt,Your four months pregnant, where were you four months ago?
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 15:35:54 GMT
"Nothing," I shrug casually, turning away from her and half examining the room with mild interest, "Just you know...making conversation."
I glance back at her briefly, then something clicks into place and I laugh, "Oh man, no way. How far gone are you? You know, out of interest."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 17:19:32 GMT
"Four," I whisper, trying to keep my voice from shaking and trying to get Ian's voice out of my head. Probably not even my kids anyway!
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 2, 2007 17:21:19 GMT
"Uh-huh," I glance back at the room, letting that sink in, before looking back at her again.
Words fail me for a moment, as I decide it's not actually funny for once, and just say again slowly, "Uh-huh."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 17:25:34 GMT
"I know what your thinking and your wrong Logan." I say, looking at the wall behind him so I could pass at looking at him.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 2, 2007 17:28:13 GMT
"That wasn't what I was thinking," I lie bluntly, watching her carefully.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 17:31:42 GMT
"Liar." It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself, I don't flinch but keep staring at the wall.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 2, 2007 17:33:10 GMT
"Observant," I remark, past the point of caring.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 17:41:44 GMT
I don't reply, instead I try to keep my hands from shaking."What do you want Logan?" I ask after a moment, my voice pleading.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 3, 2007 19:55:01 GMT
I tilt my head to one side, twisting my mouth in the opposite way, considering my answer.
Then I laugh slightly, before admitting, "You know, I really don't actually know."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 4, 2007 2:57:41 GMT
"They're not yours," I say, without thinking about it,"They're not. I know they're not."
Who are you really trying to convice here MJ?
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 4, 2007 20:41:50 GMT
"Hey, whoa there," I put my hands up defensively, "I said nothing of the sort."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 5, 2007 2:09:44 GMT
You didn't. But Ian did. And now he hates me for it.
I shake my head, trying to clear my head of all the voices. I wasn't even sure at who I was angry at, Ian, Logan, or myself. Myself. That's who I hate right now.
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