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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 2, 2015 22:13:42 GMT
"Hmm." She was clearly not happy with that. "Well everyone wanted to survive." She muttered something Dutch and less forgiving under her breath. "She'll be surprised to hear about it, I expect. It's been a while."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 2, 2015 22:18:27 GMT
Marisa sighed and twitched her arm (and her wand) silently casting a charm that would clear up the language barrier. She hadn't bothered before.
"He would not have stayed here long though, after everything ended. I imagine it would not be a comfortable place to live, for his type."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 2, 2015 22:19:39 GMT
"It has," Hugo said answering Marie. It would be a great while longer before people put aside the effects of the war and the divisions that had been chiselled between people. Already you could hear them asking about others, "was he right, or wrong?" and there was only one meaning. Had they aided the germans or opposed them? Allbrass guessed it was a question that would be asked for the rest of this generation's lives.
"Not comfortable indeed," he said to Marisa, "That's why there are none left here. They left at speed if they had any sense."
He remembered it well.
"We've a little time yet. How have you been?" He addressed this to both of them
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 2, 2015 22:27:24 GMT
"Busy." She's been a little lost at first, when the Web had been taken care of. She hadn't known where to go or what to do.
"Thomas and I, he's a friend, I think I've mentioned," she appeared momentarily distracted, "he's trying to open a shop. I help. You?"
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 2, 2015 22:29:54 GMT
Him?
What could he tell her. He was getting by, but there was less and less purpose these days. He'd actually been grateful for the pre-dawn summons a week ago.
He was a soldier without a war and he was starting to realise it. The future stretched away from him, a greyed out rainbow.
"Much the same," he said gruffly, "Keeping busy."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 2, 2015 22:30:51 GMT
"Been going our gang. It's hard to find a good house anymore, but we've been looking. And the rationing will never be pleasant." She gave Hugo an apologetic smile. "We appreciate the help from England of course. And you know, we can enhance a bit but we can't be too suspicious. Wim's ..." She sought for a word. "We thought it was better if he stayed home now."
The man's traumas had not been improved by their etanglement with the Web.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 2, 2015 22:32:59 GMT
"How's he doing?" Marisa had been a little surprised not to see him sitting there.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 2, 2015 22:34:47 GMT
Allbrass lit another cigarette and waited for Marie's answer. He was as keen to know as Marisa.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 2, 2015 22:40:17 GMT
"The Web made him worse, I think. Wim has been through more than even us and he's not ... He's a finicker, not a fighter." She wasn't sure if that was even a word. "There's plenty to do at our house. Normalness will be good for him."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 2, 2015 22:42:06 GMT
"Good," said Allbrass. "He deserves some peace. We all do, I suppose. Not that we'll all get it."
Thank God, he thought.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 2, 2015 22:43:42 GMT
"It makes me nervous."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 2, 2015 22:46:12 GMT
As horrible as it sounded, working in a shop was not for her. She'd found herself longing for action several times in the past few months.
Her primary emotion on recieving Hugo's note had been relief.
"I hope it helps him."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 3, 2015 7:17:23 GMT
Allbrass nodded. Wim was a good friend, he deserved his peace if that was what he wanted.
He waited till the women had finished up their drinks.
"Let's make a move," he suggested, "go meet our contact."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 3, 2015 8:20:32 GMT
She put down some money for all of them (magically duplicated, though no muggle would likely know the difference) and stood to leave with them.
She checked something in her pocket and nodded to herself, satisfied with what she found.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 3, 2015 8:27:02 GMT
"Thanks," Marisa had been reaching for her own bag to do the same.
The trio left the cafe, walking alongside the water. "Don't you worry about falling into these things?" She glanced over the railing.
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