Post by Seren Weavers on Jan 22, 2012 9:28:39 GMT -8
Perhaps Logan didn't understand the significance of what he'd just done but then of course he wouldn't. Perhaps it was a cleche to say, but you couldn't understand what had just been done unless you'd been in a position like Seren's.
The idea of someone siding with a slave was... well it just never happened. A slave was property. Her master was just that, master over her life. He controlled everything, and as such when she disobeyed, well he treated her as he saw fit.
For someone too appalled by actions which were completely sanctioned by law... Well it wasn't something Seren saw very often.
The idea that someone thought she was worth more than the pain and punishment she'd endured was a surreal thought. Surreal, but welcome.
"Did I... did I bruise you?"
Seren's hand snapped away from her arm, slipping both hands around her back and intertwining her fingers.
"I... Well.. I me-mean..." It wasn't very important was it? In comparison to what she was used to? It was nothing. She could do the same thing falling over or hitting into a door frame.
She watched the man practically fall over himself in an explanation. Did, did it really matter to him that much?
If it did then...
The young slave swallowed hard, carefully unlacing her hands and carefully using one to pull down the side of her cardigan. She relieved the thin tops of her arm, a light purple ring in the shape of fingers. It wasn't bad by any means, though it still seemed to upset Logan.
"It's not bad, sir. Though if it would make you happy I don't mind..."
She swallowed at the idea of having a wand pointed at her again. Though it was just for healing. That's what Logan had said...
And he was a Gryffindor. He had to be if he was Captain of the Quidditch team...
Seren bit her lip, not looking up from her arm.
"I was a Ravenclaw..."
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