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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 9:04:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, but with your I'm-All-Knowing-And-Treat-People-Like-Dirt attitude, I almost got confused there," said Arthur sarcastically, blood pounding in his ears, and a violent fit of coughs over-taking him.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 9:06:39 GMT -5
"How do I treat people like dirt? You don't even know me," Isobel tried not to yell.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 14, 2012 9:08:51 GMT -5
Timmy got up, feeling rather annoyed with the two of them. "I'm going to go read or something." he said, irate. "Let me know when you guys are done, okay?" He undid the spell and let the piece of paper fall, before walking off.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 9:10:09 GMT -5
"In our first meeting, you insulted my ability to care for Timmy, and then took off on me for being a bad guardian," said Arthur, his nerves grating, "And you've been nothing but pleasant since. I formed an opinion, and rolled with it."
Then Timmy got up, and stormed out, and Arthur felt bad, "Now look what you've done! He was getting along just fine with me until you came. Timmy! Hold up!"
He got up, staggered for a bit, feeling dizzy, and then proceeded to try to head for the door.
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 14, 2012 9:13:58 GMT -5
Timmy ignored him. If Arthur and Isobel wanted to fight, fine! He went into the room with all the books and locked himself in. He'd sit here and read for a bit, until they came to their senses.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 9:28:34 GMT -5
Isobel watched Arthur leave out the room, she closed her eyes and rubbed her face.
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Isobel walked into her bedroom and threw her coat onto her bed. She walked into in her bathroom, she turned on the cold water and splashed her face. Today was a long day, and she knew tomorrow will be long as well dealing with Arthur, but she wanted to make sure he was alright.
Isobel walked out the bathroom and was immediately pinned up against the wall by her throat. It was her uncle Patrick
"Where were you?" His spit hitting her below the eye
"I was at the shelter," I manged to say, grabbing at his hand.
"What did you tell your aunt?" He yelled, squeezing her neck tightly. "Your aunt won't even talk to me. Did you tell her?"
"No I didn't tell her," she manged to say, she was starting to feel light headed. "I wasn't home all day."
He let go of her throat Isobel began to gasp for air. "If I find out you tell her anything I'm going to kill her then kill you."
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Isobel opened her eyea and decided she go find Timmy, apologize, and leave for good. She didn't want to upset him, and she can't take being around Arthur any longer.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 9:35:03 GMT -5
Arthur stood outside the study door, knocking repeatedly. The old man had left to get groceries or something, and Isobel approached. He glared at her, and then sighed. His head was pounding, and he just couldn't keep up the argument with Isobel, he didn't have any energy.
"He won't open the door," he explained to Isobel, before coughing, "And I think we need to talk."
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 9:40:59 GMT -5
"Alright, we can talk," Isobel may have to use muggle means to get rid of her headache. "Where you want to talk at?"
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 9:44:04 GMT -5
"Outside," said Arthur wearily. He nodded, and led her to the backyard, before collapsing in the grass. He needed to get rid of this pounding head ache. "Look, I'm not sorry, but I am. You care for Timmy, and so do I. So I'll apologize for being angry with you around Timmy, and we can do a chat about how we'll fake getting along, or we can solve our issues and really try getting along."
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Post by kumainpink on Aug 14, 2012 9:44:08 GMT -5
Timmy kept the door closed. He needed for them to get along before he opened the door again. He didn't want to listen to them fight anymore.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 9:51:18 GMT -5
"It would be better if we actually try to solve our issues," Isobel sat across from Arthur. "It'll be better for Timmy."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 9:53:01 GMT -5
"Okay," said Arthur, sighing and then coughing. "So, how do we start that? I guess I'm sorry for yelling?"
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 9:56:23 GMT -5
"I'm sorry for throwing that pebble at you yesterday," Isobel layed back on the grass, looking up at the sky.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 9:59:34 GMT -5
"And I'm sorry for saying your related to Lestrange," said Arthur, watching the clouds roll by. Then he realized something, "Let's start over. I hate apologizing. I'm Arthur Madden and I have issues trusting random people. What's your name?" He sat up to cough, and then met the woman's eyes, hoping this do-over thing worked.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:03:10 GMT -5
"I'm Isobel Roux," Isobel smilied. She stuck her hand out, "I don't have trust issues, and I'm sorry for saying you're a bad guardian."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:05:26 GMT -5
"No problem," said Arthur, taking her hand with relief. "So, er, I guess what I should say is, I'm touchy about things, and when you called me a bad guardian, I snapped. Pride's important to me. Sorry, Isobel, for bitching at you."
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:12:11 GMT -5
"I shouldn't have called you a bad guardian. I have a weakness for little kids," Isobel said. Arthur waa still holding her hand, she let go, "We should go check on Timmy."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:15:16 GMT -5
"Yeah," said Arthur, getting up and dusting himself off. "Just, don't expect me to warm up to the old man. So, are we friends, or acqjaintances, or what?
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:19:55 GMT -5
Isobrl rolled her eyes, "He's not even that old. We're friends."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:24:39 GMT -5
"Alright," said Arthur in an oddly disjointed voice. This was the first time he'd ever made a friend. It felt strange, and he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort, as he opened the door for Isobel.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:26:46 GMT -5
"Thank you," Isobel walked in and waited for him to enter.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:30:19 GMT -5
He walked in behind her, and then moved to check on his grandma instinctively. She had woken up, and gone back to shredding paper. He stared impassively for a few minutes, remembering the days when she'd been able to actually care for him.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:34:08 GMT -5
Isobel didn't know if she should wait for Arthur or go check on Timmy. Isobel decided she would wait for Arthur Timmy wouldn't believe her that she and Arthur are now friends.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:35:07 GMT -5
"Sorry," he said with a sneeze, walking back to Isobel. "Let's go get Timmy now."
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:40:30 GMT -5
"Alright, then you need to lay down in bed," Isobel told. "I'll force you into the bed if I have to."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:41:19 GMT -5
"Does this new caring side come with friendship?" asked Arthur, raising an eyebrow as they walked down the hall towards Timmy.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:45:04 GMT -5
Isobel nodded her head yes, "Yup, get use to it Arty."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:48:20 GMT -5
"I draw a line at being called Arty," he said with an incredulous look, "And I'm not calling you something stupid like Izzy either. So, how do we get Timmy to come out now?"
They were standing outside the study door. Arthur had a pretty good idea that knocking wouldn't work. He knew what stubbornness could do. He glanced at Isobel for help. He couldn't remember how to deal with a stubborn kid. He just remembered being stubborn.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 14, 2012 10:51:35 GMT -5
"We can offer to play another game with him," Isobel ahrugged her shoulders. "You need to lighten up a little."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 14, 2012 10:57:14 GMT -5
"That works," said Arthur, and then he scowled, "I'm plenty light, but I see no reason to desecrate my good name by calling my Arty. Do you want me to call you Izzy?"
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