Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 3, 2008 15:36:42 GMT -8
Casey's keen blue eyes snapped over towards the bed on which Kara was seated when she called out, "Here." He approached her, reaching for his wand and lighting it, setting it on the bed as he sat beside her, handing her the envelope with the letter and proof that what the letter declared to be true was indeed true. "That's all the evidence in there, but basically it says that your father isn't who you think." He watched her face for a reaction before looking down. "And unfortunately, you'll never be able to meet him or hear stories about him. I never met him, and everyone who ever had in the Order is dead or assumed dead, I'd imagine." He didn't know who all was dead now. He knew about the Weasleys and Potter and Granger, and McGongall and Moody had been dead for years. With a sigh, he reached out for her hand. "But at least you have his journal, right?" That had to count for something.
He knew what it was like to lose a father, but he'd at least had the opportunity to get to know him. Kara hadn't had that opportunity as far as he knew, and he couldn't imagine how that would be for her. Frustrating? Confusing? It could have been slightly easier, perhaps, if someone were still alive who had known Sirius. It was a few years too late now. Back then it might have been possible, but he'd been caught in the whirlwind of events that had followed the attack on Hogwarts that fateful night, too concerned with his family to deliver the news that was initially to be a Christmas present to Kara. He had been planning on asking Evie if she could join them for the holidays and to hand her this envelope then, explaining the Christmas stationary that Evie had had in a drawer of hers. He had looked forward to seeing her reaction, then. Now? Now, he wasn't so sure, but she deserved to know the answer no matter how cruel fate had been.
It could have been worse for her, though he had no doubt eventually she'd have been able to figure things out on her own. He could have died that night for real had Thomas Price, his father-in-law, not proven unable to carry out Trevor's orders. Julian could have died, too. The envelope would have been forever lost in his nightstand, likely overlooked as things were thrown into boxes to be put away or whatever they had done with his and Evie's things. Then, she would have had to wait longer. Or she would have been given the envelope, read it on her own, and had no one there capable of answering her questions. At least he was here now. He hoped that counted for something, too.