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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 19:44:15 GMT
"No!" Elisa's voice carried quite through the lounge of Fowler House. "No no no no no no! This is all wrong."
She scratched her pencil all over the paper, spreading black streaks of ink.
"It's not true"
She dropped her head on her arms and sobbed.
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Post by Dorothea Fowler on May 24, 2015 19:48:21 GMT
Dorothea looked up from her paper. A steady rain was beating against the panes. If it had been sunny, she would have prevailed upon her daughter to go outside and play. Not that she would, but well, a mother could try. "What's not true?" She looked over to the girl on the rug.
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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 19:51:17 GMT
"The drawing," she sobbed into her arms. "It's a lie."*
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Post by Dorothea Fowler on May 24, 2015 19:58:04 GMT
She sighed and stood up. There had been some variation on this almost every day since Christmas Eve. She knew her daughter was attached, but this was verging on ridiculous.
"Don't...please stop." Dorothea folded the paper and approached her, kneeling down to put a hand on her shoulder. "What did you draw?"
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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 20:07:35 GMT
She moved the parchment so her mother could see.
Beneath the streaks and smudges you could sort of make out a cottage in the middle of a garden. In the window were Robert and Hayley.
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Post by Dorothea Fowler on May 24, 2015 20:15:35 GMT
Dorothea picked it up, sighing deeply. Of course.
The truth of Hayley's situation had come out after the disaster. Bartimeaus had been furious that Robert had knowlingly decieved them. She too, had been disappointed, but of course, that harldy mattered during the circumstances. The damage had already been done. Elisa had grown fond of the girl. And had, in that fondness, been put in the line of fire, through no one's fault.
"They will find her, Elisa."
What made it all worse, at least, for Dorothea, is that the girl had saved both of her children at one time or another. They owed her. And so far even Robert Sr.'s influence at the Ministry had not helped the case move any faster.
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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 20:31:19 GMT
"But when? It's been ... very long. She must be really scared?"
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Post by Dorothea Fowler on May 24, 2015 20:34:20 GMT
Dorothea looked away. She agreed with her daughter, but...with someone that age. Well, it was best not to feed into the fear.
"But you know Miss Harrison...Hayley, she's a very brave young lady."
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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 20:38:26 GMT
"She's a princess. Is she captured in a tower?" Because if that was the case then that was good.
Princesses were always captured in towers and then they got rescued, which was the important part here.
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Post by Dorothea Fowler on May 24, 2015 20:39:34 GMT
"What makes you think she's a princess?"
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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 20:41:24 GMT
"Well she lives in a castle. And Robert said so."
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Post by Dorothea Fowler on May 24, 2015 21:05:07 GMT
"He did?" Dorothea shook her head. "Well, she's a very special girl, at any rate. Whether or not she's a princess."
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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 21:09:47 GMT
"Is Robert going to rescue her?"
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Post by Dorothea Fowler on May 24, 2015 21:14:34 GMT
"Robert is going to stay and school and stay safe." Dorothea said. "Because that's what Hayley would want him to do. She saved him before, like she saved you. He wouldn't throw that away." The idea of her son going after the BeastLord terrified her. She wouldn't know until he was inevitably hurt. He would never inform her of any intentions like that beforehand.
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Post by Elisa Fowler on May 24, 2015 21:21:46 GMT
"But then who is going to rescue her?" she asked, the terror creeping back into her voice.
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