1995-02-10: Schism

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Scene Title Schism
Synopsis Jack finds his sister after her run-in with Holly, and Siobhan is, understandably, upset.
Location Hogwarts
Date Feb 10, 1995
Watch For Siobhan's profuse swearing.
Logger Holly

LANGUAGE WARNING


Two days. It's been two days since that…whatever it was down in Hogsmeade. If she sat down and thought about it, Siobhan might be able to figure out just where the hell things went south, but she doesn't think about it. In all honesty, it's the not thinking that's let her get through the past few days of classes and pain and work and searching. Thank the skies it's Friday.

Friday finds her in the abandoned loo on the Transfiguration floor. It's the place least likely to have 'interruptions' and - since she's hoping Lupin didn't rat her out - Sio isn't exactly trying to attract attention. The skirt that left her vulnerable has been tossed aside for a pair of uniform slacks, and even those have been tossed aside now, leaving her in shirtsleeves and a pair of plain black knickers. Balancing herself on the uninjured leg, the offending limb is propped up against a sink to ease the unrolling of bandages that are bloody. Again. Her face is pale, not even the layers of makeup and charms can hide that, but despite the ugliness of the long, shallow wounds, she seems calm. Eerily so.

—-

Jack traipses up the stairs, following an extremely familiar sight. Junior leads big brother into the bathroom, and Jack quirks his brow as he realizes where this is. He creaks the door open slowly, and glances around, hoping Junior hasn't steered him wrong. He waits at the door, frowning.

"Rosie?" He eventually calls quietly into the bathroom. "Are you in here? Junior says…" He steps fully into the room and spots her. "Bloody Hell, Rosie!"

—-

"I'll thank you to keep your voice down, Jack." Siobhan's voice is airy and quiet. And Calm. "And please shut the door." The soiled bandages are tossed to one side, leaving a messy smear of blood new and dried on her leg. She can't get in here to change them as often as they probably should be. Cool water is run over her leg, her fingers working as gently as they possibly can on the crusted places, getting it clean. "Harry's missing, you know." Her words are so quiet, so careful. She's lost her endearing chavvish drawl and now speaks…well, a bit like their father's ancient Aunt. "I didn't recognize the voices of the people who took him, but if I heard them again, I'd know." As she moves her hand over the limb, the smears gradually disappear, leaving four angry red lines that curve from the back of her knee down to just above her anklebone on the outside. There is a much shorter mark a bit higher up - about where a thumb would rest, to be precise - but it's scabbing over, which is more than can be said for the others. "Have you heard from Tonks at all about that? Or Alistaire, perhaps?"

—-

Jack shakes his head. "Hadn't heard a damn thing." He steps closer, and asks a question he knows the answer to, but needs to ask anyway. "Have you seen someone for those?" He gestures down to the leg. "You said you were fine." Hence the reason he went to see Holly first. That, and she was on his mind. However, he doesn't voice these thoughts. "What happened?" He crouches down, much like he's done many times before in her lifetime. He's now below eye level, but that's not important now.

—-

"You will look into it, won't you? There's only so much I can do from here, and I'm really rather worried." Although really, you wouldn't know it to hear her speak, but that's rather a bit of an understatement. "No, I haven't. Magic won't heal them, so I didn't see the point." Her voice is tighter there, but as Jack kneels down and asks the same question in the same pose that has been her cue that everything will be alright her entire life… She has to turn her face away and close her eyes to try and keep herself together. "You know very well what happened, Jack." She can't help snapping. It's been a hellish few days. "I sent you Ed two days ago and you only show up now." She turns back to her leg, scrubbing more fiercely than is strictly necessary. The pain does help ground her, though; give her something else to focus on. This physical hurt she can manage, she thinks. The other hurts she'll just ignore until they go away. "I'm sure you've heard the entire story by now."

—-

"There are Muggle ways to deal with them, Rosie…" Jack begins, but the rest of her words cut him off. "Right." He runs a hand through his hair and looks up at her. "I heard she scratched you after you…" He pauses, choosing his words very carefully. "It sounded like you got rather mad at her on my account." He is stuck in the middle here. "I only heard the basics." He shakes his head.

Her concerns over Harry Potter seem to confuse him somewhat. "Does Sirius know?" He figures he does, since he was headed this way. "I will see what I can do, Rosie." He wonders why this worries her more than her leg bleeding profusely.

—-

"Yes, Jack. There are Muggle ways to deal with them." Thus, you know, the bandages and soapy water. "Clean those would you?" She gestures towards the bandages. His using his wand would be so much easier than her doing them by hand. She falls silent then; listening, waiting. It's almost as if the air has stopped, time poised on a precipice. Jack's words bring everything crashing down. "So you did go and see her first." Siobhan sounds choked, as if the words are hard to force out of her own throat. For a moment, her eyes squeeze shut and she bends over her raised leg as if in a spasm, but before he can touch her, she's lifted her face again and blinks back tears. It really was stupid of her, but hearing that he'd seen to someone else first rather than just having been stuck on the job somewhere he couldn't get away from… It hurts. Inhaling through her nose, she nods and reaches for a towel to dry her leg with. "Yes, Mister Black knows. Now go, Jack." She winces at the sting of terrycloth against open scratches, but manages not to cry out or hiss. "Just go."

—-

Jack cleans the bandages easily with a scourgify, and then, when she orders him away, he blinks. "Siobhan. Rosie." He is getting an inkling of what he might have done to deserve that reaction, and once again, the words he has aren't the right ones. So, like other times recently, he says nothing. He stands, stretching his leg muscles, and sighs heavily, then makes up his mind. "No. If we have to go somewhere else to have this discussion… somewhere less acoustically resonant, then, let's go there. Because, I'm not about to leave when things are like this. Yes, I went to see her. I got Ed, you said you were fine. I'm sorry for believing that." As he feared, his proximity to his sister is allowing the anger he's been squashing to show it's ugly head. Just a little. His voice, in respect of her wishes earlier, is kept low, but he's visibly upset. "Tell me why this bothers you that I believed what you said. That I waited until you were finished with classes for the weekend?"

—-

She can't exactly just come right out and say that she's come to depend on his overprotective nature even as much as she rails against it. That just sounds…pathetic. So instead, Siobhan latches on to the other thing that bothers her about this. "Because you went to make sure that…madwoman was alright before you came to see your own thrice-damned sister." The words are spat out like venom. She's not able to be calm much more. The wound is clean now, and dry, but she keeps pressing the rough cloth against her hurts. "You know I've never said a bad word about your…lovers, Jack." After all, she can't just put one gender to them, now can she? Or even one species, really. She bites down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Oh joy, more. "But then again, none of your others threatened to bite me." Under other circumstances, that statement could be a joke, but Sio is far from laughing. She's hissing now, keeping her voice as low as she can with the range of emotion pushing at her seams. She chokes back a sob as she catches the towel on the edge of one of the cuts, pulling it a little farther open. That's her cue to grab the bandages - now clean - and start to wrap upwards from the ankle. "It bothers me that this…woman shows up and you get more and more and more distant from me. You didn't even come home for Christmas, Jack! I suppose you spent that with her, didn't you? Didn't you? The next time I see you, you won't really smile and you won't tell me what's wrong. I can't get ahold of your mirror and you wait TWO DAYS to come and see me when I sent you Ed, but you went to her first." Concerned by her mistress' palpable distress, a little white nose peeks out of the school-bag next to where Sio's now kneeling to wrap the bandage. "No, Q, I'm fine," she lowers her voice to one less…crazed. "Go back to sleep, dearest." Reluctantly, the white nose disappears back into the darkness of the schoolbag. Siobhan works at wrapping her leg just right - tight enough to stay on for a while, loose enough not to cut off blood - and is silent for a moment. "That, Jack, is why I am bothered."

—-

"Alright. You want to hear it, Rosie? You want to hear what's going on? Why I waited so long? Why I was hard to find, why I didn't have my mirror on me?" Jack starts to pace, which is a bad sign. "Fine. I testified for Sirius at his trial. Because I believed him. Because I was asked to tell the world what I knew about a man I've looked up to since I started Hogwarts. He was one of the people who made me feel welcome." They also added clarity and depth to his animosity with Liam, but that was an unexpected side-effect. "So, after I did that, Umbridge decided to start messing with the family. And definitely for Holly and Sirius. After the incident at the safehouse, I knew it wasn't safe to be in the public eye for a while, so I laid low. I didn't even go home, because I didn't want them to find me there and take it out on Da. So, yes. I stayed with Sirius and Holly at Sirius' old house. I spent Christmas with her, but it was one of the hardest things I have done. I wanted to jump through that floo, but I remembered that there's always someone popping in and out, and some of them aren't the most discreet of characters." Siobhan knows this, but he's in full stride. "Christmas Eve, I transfigured some flowers for Holly, and that was it. We had a small dinner, and opened gifts from our family members. We didn't even really do gifts for each other. We all knew we were stuck. Yeah. I was really enjoying myself." His tone is sarcastic. "Holly and I started talking about things then, but I had a job shortly after Christmas, so I went out of country. When I got back, she and Sirius had argued, and Holly had moved out to stay with Lupin. And that damn werewolf capture auror caught her." He turns to face his sister, frustration and anger evident on his face. "We found out where they were the day of the full moon, and rushed there to get her. I got there shortly after she was bitten, and I took her out of there. Took her to Tonks' mum at Mungo's. She's only been out for a few days." Here he pauses. "I failed to keep her safe. If I'd have been there only a few minutes earlier, she would've been fine, and maybe back on her way to her parents. Now, she feels like she can't go home. Hell, I couldn't leave her for the first couple of days for fear she'd do something drastic to herself." His voice breaks as he realizes how much he's telling his sister. "It's all I've been able to think about for a long time. And, for your information, nothing's really happened between us. I kissed her earlier. That's it." He starts pacing again.

—-

"So instead, she did something drastic to me. Glad to see you've got your priorities in order, Jack." No, it's not logical, but Siobhan sees Jack's anger as being directed at her, rather than it just being released around her. It cuts her deeper than she'd like to admit. This has gone further than Pride of Place. "And I know you. If you had really wanted to spend Christmas with us, you'd have found a way." Low blow, but she's hurt and scared and lost and angry and…oh Lord, she's crying. Stepping into her trousers with a hiss of pain, she fastens them, throws on her robe and scoops up her bag with more care than one would expect from her at this point. "Circe, you don't even care that she mauled me, do you? I can't get the Merlin's cursed things to heal and it hurts. I went over there for answers you weren't givin' me and she attacked. Did you even tell her off? Were you even angry? Even a little?" She stares at him, red-eyed and wet-faced. "You weren't, were you!" That…seems to be the last straw. "Fuck off, Jack. Just…fuck off!" And with that, she's limping to that main door and throwing it wide open to limp on through.

—-

The anger he's been hanging on to since the attack on Holly is fully to the surface now, and this just adds to it. Jack watches his sister go, and then, in an expression of anger, turns and punches the mirror beside him. It cuts his hand to shreds and the sound echoes down the hall, the roar of his yell echoing simultaneously. He draws his fist back and drops to the floor for a long moment, trying to compose himself before heading back out among the students.

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