Post by julia on Nov 6, 2011 21:00:21 GMT -8
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Monday, September 19th 2011
Why did she think she could do this? What made her think she could possibly lie to Trevor Williams and get away with it? But that was exactly what she was planning to do. In truth she had been lying to the man ever since he had granted her freedom but it had been about small things. Nothing he would notice or really care about. She hadn’t seen anything about the first attempted kidnapping until it was too late and she was relieved that nothing had happened to Katya, and had been searching nonstop to figure out who the hell had tried to kidnap her friend or to see something about where the Garou was that had been taken instead.
But this? This was huge. She had seen something that indicated both of the Williams children were in danger and she didn’t intend to do anything that would lead Trevor to preventing their abduction. She would twist the details, change small things like time and place and then claim it was a misinterpretation once things happened. Everything had indicated to the seer that the girls wouldn’t be in any physical danger, just fear and confusion… Did that make this alright? Was it fair to subject Layla and Katya to whatever would happen in order to bring down Trevor? Katya, the only one who had treated her like a human throughout her time in slavery… Laya, who was just a child. She would just have to push that from her mind. Any hesitation would make it too obvious to Trevor that she was hiding things from him.
And the more she thought about it, the more Julia questioned some of the things that had happened while she was at Puxley. Her blackouts… Her so called seizure. Could she have possibly delivered a prophecy? It would certainly explain the unease she felt around the Death Eaters. If only she knew what she had said. There wasn’t anything she could do about it. It wasn’t like the young seer could just barge up to Williams and demand to know what she had foreseen. All she could do was continue to gaze into the future with tea reading and her crystal ball. Or perhaps she could do what she had been forced to do in Puxley; let her mind go, wear herself down until there was nothing left but a connection to some sort of vision. Anything she could find and keep from Williams while maintaining the ruse of being his good little seer.
She had been gone from Puxley for quite a while but frankly she didn’t care. If Trevor was paying attention to her movements he would send someone after her. It was times like this when the young seer wanted to just rip the necklace off and leave it somewhere; to forget Williams and his lot and just go into hiding again. But that had only lasted a few months before. And it had only been her brother and some of his friends after her. If Williams thought she had knowledge and was running from him things would be much harder. Just thinking about it made the scars on her back tingle, reminding her what had happened to her when she tried to run from her brother on her final night as a free witch. So no, she would keep the necklace on and deal with Williams tracking her.
Portions of the scars were visible as the witch sat with her back to the rest of the pub, her jacket on the chair next to her. She had refused to get them healed once she was free. She wouldn’t let them wipe away the physical signs of what had happened to her before and inside of Puxley. Her eyes threatened to spill the tears that had built up as she thought about the choices she had to make and she wiped at them, taking a sip of her tea and trying to just let her mind wander. The Snake Pit had never been her place of choice, but it offered a dark corner to hide away in.