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~72nd Dance~

[filtered from Alfred...]

Busted lip. Does anyone know any spells for that particular affliction? I would like it to be gone entirely. I have...fifteen minutes, give or take.

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I want to be able to trust you.

[Interesting. How interesting that was shouldn't have been the first thing to come to mind, she is well aware, but when exactly did the tables turn? Lili used to be the one saying that very thing. When that was the case, she was terrified of both outcomes. Is he scared, too?

Lili averts her eyes, and walks around him, to take a seat on the couch.]

You can trust me. That had nothing to do with you, I don't see why it's relevant.

You said you wouldn't fight with him. You told me you'd stay safe. You lied about what happened and you're still lying to me about how bad it is.

Alfred, I'm fine! A little bit of bruising does not constitute a disaster. He's the one who asked, anyway, I really wasn't going to...

How am I supposed to believe you? You always say you're fine even if you aren't.

Because I come prepared. Potions, and the like. Common sense, I can't get rushed to the hospital by Muggles, there would be too many questions.

[That does make him feel a little better, actually. Just a little bit.

He walks over to the couch and sits on the back of it, facing away from her.]

I just wish you'd tell me stuff instead of lying all the time.

[Ouch, guilt.]

I'm trying, but if you're mad at me either way, it's a little difficult.

I'd be a lot less mad if you just said you were gonna go fight him.

Well, yes, because you would have shielded the door until I lost interest.

I wouldn't.

Or come with me.

[Well...]

I just wanna know, okay? I don't like sitting around wondering if you're ever gonna come back.

You think I'm going to kill myself?

No, I think you're gonna get in over your head someday. [Again.]

I won't. I'm not, I'm doing a lot less since I started saying that I wouldn't. This is the...second time, if we don't count the ones with you.

Then why can't you tell me about it?

Because you're always angry about it. Or judgmental. I'm tired of being called a crazy tramp who needs to sit down, shut up, and do whatever it is that other people want me to do. Except, you don't have anything you want me to do, just a lot of things that you don't want.

I'm not! I just don't want you getting hurt!

You choose to show that by yelling or being rude.

Well I'm pissed off.

Why don't you tell me what you want me to do about it, instead of ranting? Do you want me to stop? Do you need a forewarning every time, or some sort of screening process...?

Edited 2011-07-04 00:19 (UTC)

You don't have to stop. I mean, if it's not serious stuff, if you can fix it up with a potion. I just wanna... If you say you're not gonna fight someone, I don't wanna see you coming home all banged up. If you're gonna go out and do that, lemme know.

I meant it when I said it, I wasn't planning on it when I went. But he asked if I wanted to, I couldn't tell him no.

You could've.

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