Post by Kara Viridian on Mar 27, 2009 19:55:18 GMT -8
December 9th, 2010.
10:30pm
It was late.
Kara had usually turned in for the night, hung up her cloak and went to bed, but tonight was different. There was a feeling in her stomach, ever since Casey told her the news, that she should be doing something with the seat she holds proudly. It was like she owed Sirius this, to sit in his seat. Sure, the Order was nothing more than known rebels now, all shrouded in secrecy, not emerging for the sake of living, knowing that making one wrong move would surely be their last if Trevor's gang was to find out. It was the Order, nonetheless, she knew. Sirius had written to her, gave her this chance, told her that this was her gift from him. She was a member of the Order and she was not about to let the title go to waste. Now that she thought about it, Kara hadn't really had an official meeting with any of the other members, since she was rarely at the safehouse and when she was, they were all either hiding or doing their own things.
The scarred woman was pacing now, up and down the hallway, seeing the bright white flashes and listening to the distant thunderclaps that followed shortly. Rain was heavily pitter-pattering on the warped windows, and Kara watched as the water slid down its patterns for a brief moment, before commencing her impatient pacing.
She hadn't spoken to Damien since her last escort from the streets. She hadn't even seen Elana, and Kara wondered if she'd found the place and gotten in safely. A feeling of regret swept her as she thought back, knowing that she could have helped Elana come to the Manor safely, but there was just so much going on with her adventures balancing Casey, Jaleth and her job as a supplier for the safehouse that Kara couldn't find the time to help her own friend, since she was in such a hurry to get into hiding.
Stopping mid-stride, the Black heiress looked at a photograph that hung on the wall. There were a ton of other photographs around it, like the one she'd received in the parcel containing Sirius' things, but none that caught her eye like this one. It was a picture of Sirius Black, her father, and Alexandra Winter...her mother. She knew her mother was once a part of the aurors, as well as a member of the Order, but Kara never knew that this picture existed. If she had, would she ever put it together herself -- that Sirius was her father?
Taking a deep breath, Kara looked around and finally eyed her watch. It took a lot to snap her out of the eerie trance she'd fallen into, by simply glancing at this photograph. Especially of all pictures salvaged from the former haven of the Order, this was one of them?
Another breath.
She was waiting for Damien to come in, or get back from wherever the hell he was so she could talk to him about all of this mess. So many questions she needed answers to, and so many thoughts she needed to voice.
If there was a time to take action, the time had to be now.
10:30pm
It was late.
Kara had usually turned in for the night, hung up her cloak and went to bed, but tonight was different. There was a feeling in her stomach, ever since Casey told her the news, that she should be doing something with the seat she holds proudly. It was like she owed Sirius this, to sit in his seat. Sure, the Order was nothing more than known rebels now, all shrouded in secrecy, not emerging for the sake of living, knowing that making one wrong move would surely be their last if Trevor's gang was to find out. It was the Order, nonetheless, she knew. Sirius had written to her, gave her this chance, told her that this was her gift from him. She was a member of the Order and she was not about to let the title go to waste. Now that she thought about it, Kara hadn't really had an official meeting with any of the other members, since she was rarely at the safehouse and when she was, they were all either hiding or doing their own things.
The scarred woman was pacing now, up and down the hallway, seeing the bright white flashes and listening to the distant thunderclaps that followed shortly. Rain was heavily pitter-pattering on the warped windows, and Kara watched as the water slid down its patterns for a brief moment, before commencing her impatient pacing.
She hadn't spoken to Damien since her last escort from the streets. She hadn't even seen Elana, and Kara wondered if she'd found the place and gotten in safely. A feeling of regret swept her as she thought back, knowing that she could have helped Elana come to the Manor safely, but there was just so much going on with her adventures balancing Casey, Jaleth and her job as a supplier for the safehouse that Kara couldn't find the time to help her own friend, since she was in such a hurry to get into hiding.
Stopping mid-stride, the Black heiress looked at a photograph that hung on the wall. There were a ton of other photographs around it, like the one she'd received in the parcel containing Sirius' things, but none that caught her eye like this one. It was a picture of Sirius Black, her father, and Alexandra Winter...her mother. She knew her mother was once a part of the aurors, as well as a member of the Order, but Kara never knew that this picture existed. If she had, would she ever put it together herself -- that Sirius was her father?
Taking a deep breath, Kara looked around and finally eyed her watch. It took a lot to snap her out of the eerie trance she'd fallen into, by simply glancing at this photograph. Especially of all pictures salvaged from the former haven of the Order, this was one of them?
Another breath.
She was waiting for Damien to come in, or get back from wherever the hell he was so she could talk to him about all of this mess. So many questions she needed answers to, and so many thoughts she needed to voice.
If there was a time to take action, the time had to be now.