Post by Lance Ulrich on Nov 16, 2008 12:09:12 GMT -8
Lance rose a brow as Holly asked if he saw the problem. No, he didn't. What on earth was this Order? He certainly had never heard of it, and he'd heard of no one speaking of them--ever, even before this whole thing. What? Had they been some illegal group that had been anti-Death Eaters? Just throwing a hissy fit because they weren't in power? Perhaps they had even been a break-off? They sounded like a bunch of solemn prudes, though. He could see them in long dark robes and turtle necks with their long, pale white solemn faces talking in near monotones. Whatever the case, they had really done nothing noteworthy towards whatever their cause was since no one knew about them--except, apparantly Holly. How...interesting. Perhaps he should mention it to someone in charge? Was her father dancing with the enemy? And was her mother, perhaps, trying to point her daughter towards treasonous, and therefore hazardous, actions? Something to be noted.
"No, no, of course not," the seventeen-year-old replied with a polite smile as Holly asked if he could see her being either one. "But what do you want to do? It's your choice that matters, ultimately. It is your life, not your parents'. You know what I mean?" He playfully nudged her. Hmm...perhaps this more relaxed front he'd put up today was a good thing. They could talk; he could glean. Perhaps she would mention something that was redemptory about this Order group, but he doubted it with the way that it had sounded when she had mentioned them in contrast to the Death Eaters as she had. Of course, she herself could be for this Order, and he wouldn't know. She wouldn't do anything to implicate herself, he was sure, if it wasn't a good thing to be. Naturally, he had no way of knowing, but what ifs were interesting.