t h e r e s e ❥ (alongday) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-09-15 00:53:00

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As a fresh September breeze blew her hair into her face, Therese contemplated never leaving the island of Manhattan. The bustling city was a beautiful and intoxicating change of environment, providing her with a sense of excitement and vigor that she'd been so lost without this past year. Therese knew, somewhere past the elation she felt, that simply being away from her home and all the problems she had there could be giving her this jubilant feeling, but she liked to say that the cities of Paris and New York City were source of her happiness. Her time with her family in France had helped ease her stress-filled mind, and now the constant movement of New York kept her wanting to do everything and anything.

She had been given the portkey passes by an up and coming fashion designer she'd met in Paris. Therese would not lie, she had allowed him to sweet talk her, batting her eyes as he went on and on about how she should be his muse. It was thrilling to hear even if she knew that his intentions were not that holy; hers weren't either, and she had not met up with the man after landing in New York.

The fashion, the buildings, the people were worth the bit of trickery. Therese found herself on a bench in Central Park simply watching the muggles and wizards go by, intermingling without question. The muggles did not bat an eye at the strange fashions because they too were going through some strange trends. Therese had always enjoyed watching people, ideas swirling through her head about what their story could be. It soothed her, and she pulled her cloak a little tighter to keep her warm while she enjoyed the day.

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docstheword
2013-09-22 03:35 pm UTC (link)

At Therese's touch, Caradoc's eyes closed and his lips formed into a grimace. He supposed he could carry on the façade for a bit longer, with a dying hope that it would work, but even then, there would still be loose ends. Therese wouldn't let go of it, the possibility of him, as he knew how all to well she could harp on matters until their death. Either way, he would be left with the path of having... to clean something up.

Or, he thought much more cheerfully, this was not Therese Bonaccord at all and the first event in what would undoubtably be a field of disasters was about to unfold. If someone pretending to be Therese Bonaccord was approaching him in public, then the truth was out. And was about to be killed.

Neither option was preferable, and each scenario weighed on Caradoc to the point of burdensome. Former housemate or former peer? They both made him feel tired, and sullen. But fortunately, there was a quick way to bring this identity question to light. An old Order trick that hadn't failed him in the past.

Dipping his chin to his chest, Caradoc brought his legs to a stop and watched Therese out of the corner of his eye. Her opposite hand was still in her pocket, presumably clutching a wand. At least he could say his hand was already doing the same. Breathing in through his nose, he spoke quietly.

"Do you remember what you said to me on the platform after seventh year?" he murmured. While his gaze stayed focused on her, his natural instinct to begin surveying the scene around them had his gaze subtly skipping around for any potential looming figures.

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alongday
2013-09-23 01:19 am UTC (link)

It was him! Therese's eyes widened in joy and she wished to warmly embrace him but his question caused her to falter. The platform after seventh year? She couldn't recall, she'd rushed off to catch the first portkey to France! Therese cocked her head in thought, confused as to why he was asking this, and feeling a bit sorry that she couldn't remember.

"I don't...I think I simply waved a quick goodbye," she said honestly, vaguely remembering a furious wave over the crowd of students and parents towards her Slytherin friends. Therese frowned, wondering how she could have just walked away from Hogwarts so easily. After the past few years, it seemed like the school that she had dreaded going to each fall was now a place she wished to return to. Things, as frustrating as she had made them out to be, were so much simpler than the world she escaped into.

Therese blinked quickly up at him, realizing then that if Caradoc had gone through the great lengths to hide from the past that she wished to find again, then he would have to be careful. Therese smiled, feeling overwhelmed by the fury of emotions that were coursing through her within this past minute. Seeing such a familiar face, one she'd never thought she'd see again---

"It's me, Caradoc," she said. She let go of her wand and put her other hand up in a white flag manner.

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docstheword
2013-09-24 02:53 am UTC (link)

His skidding eyes finally stopped to focus in on Therese's face. If there was no imminent danger around... Caradoc looked at her closely. He took in the lines of her face, her curled brow, and soft features. It had been almost five years, yes, but Therese hadn't seemed to change much. Time had matured her face, but as it would anyone.

Letting out a silent sigh, Caradoc unclenched his grip on his wand. "It is," he agreed, and felt the faintest of smiles form on his lips. In this moment, it felt... relieving to be around such an old, familiar face. Therese had been there from the beginning, apart of the group that he had do distinctly called and believed to be his friends. Now, half of them were dead and the other half would want him dead--- he was lucky that out of all of them, Therese had been the one to find him.

"It is," he repeated, this time with much more vigor and emotion. His hands slipped out of his pockets to hover over her arms. He didn't... Caradoc again felt torn, unable to decide how to act. He was happy to see his former friend, alive and well, but knowing what must come by the end of the conversation...

Caradoc let his hands fall to Therese's elbows, and he quickly tugged her toward the side of the path. "What are you doing here?" he asked suddenly, his brow knitting with concern. Perhaps she... well, he wasn't sure, but it would ease his paranoia to know what exactly Therese Bonaccord had done to manage locating him, here.

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alongday
2013-09-25 12:54 am UTC (link)

"I'm on holiday from---life," she managed, attempting to keep her bubbling excitement from bursting, but she couldn't contain herself any longer. Therese bounced on her toes, throwing her arms around Caradoc's neck in the tightest of hugs. She needed to feel that he actually was there, that he was standing in front of her, alive. His life wasn't over, he hadn't been taken down by the death eaters. He'd escaped.

Therese loosened her hold, but only to press her hands against his face, kissing his cheeks as if he were her own brother, returning from his long, long trip. It wasn't until this moment that she realized how much she had missed his constant presence, one that had frustrated her for years than became one of the closest friends she'd ever had.

"I can't believe it," she said, hushing her excited tone, leaving her hands to rest on his shoulders. "I can't believe it." Therese stared up at him, smiling wide and bewildered. She blinked, trying to think of something more profound to say, but all she could manage was, "How are you?"

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docstheword
2013-09-28 03:15 am UTC (link)

He barely had time to acknowledge Therese's words before she was clinging tightly to him, squishing his face with her hands, and speaking in excited whispers. A holiday from life---

"Therese---" Caradoc pressed, but stopped himself as she started kissing his face. She wasn't... this was one of the most... when he had revealed himself to Mackenzie, she had held him at wandpoint until he had, in detail, proved it was actually him standing before her. A small part of him had felt some glee for making Mackenzie blush over his divulging-- but that had been a long time ago. It was a different time, and a different place. Which, surprisingly, felt much easier to deal with. Then, he knew how to conduct himself, knew the program to get with. Now, here... he struggled.

Feeling uncomfortable, Caradoc hesitated a bit before responding. "Alive," was all he could muster, unsure if... where else to start. He supposed it didn't truly matter what he said to her, for by the end of this meeting she wouldn't remember it had ever happened, but... "Staying alive." He nodded, slightly. His jaw dropped a bit as he shook his head slightly.

"Why are you..." he began, then cut himself off again. "Therese, a holiday from life?" He couldn't help but wonder, given for how long and hard he had fought for any kind of life at all, and she was... stepping away from it?

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