OPEN | Curiousity

[Crysa Lake]

"You are kind. Suffering is not so bad though, I can manage. Thank you," Crysa said, looking down at the card in her hand.

"I am sorry, I mean't no offense to you. I have a tendency to speak my mind and this can cause a reaction like yours. I wish what I said about you was not true, but it is. I am glad you have no inhibitions about speaking with me, you are unlike most people, particularly other aurors." Crysa bit her lip and flinched as she drew blood. That did it, time for her to stop being such a wimp. Resolution number four, grow a backbone.

[Jonathon Davis]

"Well if you ever need anything, a place to stay, food, money. We're here for you." Jonathon said, wanting her to understand she didn't need to face the world alone. "You can't hold the world on your shoulders forever." He didn't want this kid getting into trouble, as so many did when they didn't seek help.

"I know." He said quietly, "I'm sorry for being riled like that. I just don't always like the truth." Jonathon drew out a hankerchief and passed it to her as she bit her lip and blood spilled. "Well other Aurors don't always have the experience or patience I have. Everyone deserves the right to be heard, no matter the background."

[Crysa Lake]

Crysa listened to him and took the hankerchief, her bottom lip quivering. Then she did the one thing she never normally did infront of other people. She began to cry. Tears fell down her cheek, slow at first, but soon they were cascading down her face, silent sobs racking her entire body.

[Jonathon Davis]

Jonathon paused, uncertain as to what to do. Then his parental instinct took over, just as it did when his neice got hurt. He put his arm around her shoulders drawing the young teen into a hug, "It's okay, Crysa. It will be. We'll make it okay."

He let her cry. She probably needed it.

[Crysa Lake]

"You're too bloody nice," she choked between sobs, struggling to try to regain her composure. Heck, if anyone saw her like this and told someone who might report it to her parents, she was as good as dead.

[Jonathon Davis]

Jonathon laughed lightly, "Well if you wanted missy, I could be a total jerk. But then I wouldn't be known for being one of the better Aurors around."

"Here," He conjured a mirror for her, knowing from his sister's occasional hysterics that women liked to make sure they were presentable after balling their eyes out.

[Crysa Lake]

Crysa let out a small sound caught somewhere between a sob and laugh. Taking the mirror, she pulled a face at herself and handed it back to him silently, no longer sad, nor happy. Any emotion had literally vanished, and she scouted the surrounding areas in alarm. In the corner of the mirror, she could have sworn she saw someone, and if it was who she thought it was, she was screwed.

[Jonathon Davis]

"Are you okay now?" Jonathon asked, frowning. All emotion had disappeared from her, it was as though she had transformed into some kind of motionless doll.

Realizing she could have a tracker onto her, he glanced around, as though casually taking in the view.

[Crysa Lake]

Crysa closed her eyes and sent out a silent message to Jonathan, praying he wouldn't be too freaked about hearing her voice without her lips moving. "Listen very carefully. Make no sudden movements, keep your eyes down and do not utter a sound. Someone is following us, but they are what is called a 'dummy' tracker. They cannot see or hear unless something draws their attention, and you do not want them here. They can run at up to three hundred miles an hour, and possess great strength."

[Jonathon Davis]

Jonathon barely made any movement to her voice in his head. He had been trained to take the unusual into step. His eyes however widdened as she described the tracker. He thought they were only myths or rumours. He didn't think they actually existed.

Maybe it was time to wonder if he really should be staying in his job. Wondering if she could pick up on his thoughts, he tried to echo out. "So we stay still and it leaves?"

[Crysa Lake]

"Not exactly, it will leave, but it will return in a few days to the same spot and track us both from there. I am sorry for dragging you into this, probably the last thing you needed right now." Her voice echoed inside his head, just as his did in hers. He was unusual, he had the strength to carry messages as well as receive them. An unusual trait in a mortal.

[Jonathon Davis]

"Well life is always in danger for me." Jonathon thought wryly. "Don't worry, I'll figure out some way of disappearing." He hoped anyways. It was a little shocking that she could read his mind, or at least pick up on what he was thinking.

"Hope it leaves soon, so I can start figuring out how exactly I'm going to stay off his radar."

[Crysa Lake]

"It is already going." Crysa waited, using her own senses to project a disturbance as far away as she could think of to distract it. "It is gone. Remember when you said if I ever needed somewhere to stay? Yeah, can I take you up on that, like, now?"

[Jonathon Davis]

"Yeah, definately." Jonathon was shooken from much, but the idea of some 'dummy' being able to run that fast and being after them definately made him uneasy.

"Hope you don't mind." He wrapped his arms around her and then they were gone.

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Jonathon released his hold on Crysa as soon as his feet touched ground. Tipping his hat up, Jonathon pulled out his wand, waving it at the gate and murmuring a few phrases under his breath.

The gate opened and he let Crysa go through first.

[Crysa Lake]

Crysa shuddered, shaking her hair out of her face. "I hate it when people do that." She walked through the gate, examining her surroundings as she went, and stopped to wait for Jonathon. "So where exactly are we?"