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Harry Potter:"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?"
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TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
We welcome canon and original characters in this (currently) sandbox style roleplay.
Everything was different now since that night. Since her father was taken from her right in front of her eyes. Every time she blinked she could see him crumpled on the floor, gasping for breath, barely able to utter her name because of the spurts of blood that leaked out of his chest with every push of his diaphragm. She was too young to be seeing such things... Most people alive were. And yet she had. Maybe it was a good thing in the sense that seeing something so raw and grotesque would force her to grow up (in some ways) fast. This was something she would need in a place like this: foster care for young magical folk. It was merciless the land of the forgotten. If the situation that landed you there didn't do it the kids without parents who were lashing out certainly did.
Just this morning she had found awful Tommy Springer going through her little chest of clothes at the foot of her bed. He had four years on her and sneered like a gremlin as he held her precious tutu her father had given her up over her head. His snickers had been deafening as he made fun of her: her looks, her size, the fact that she didn't talk... When his arm was twisted by seemingly nothing and broken in two... he didn't have much else to say. In fact he had stayed clear of her the rest of the day.
There were whispers that there would be a visitor at the home today. Some adventurer or Indiana Jones type gentleman who collected artifacts... at least that was Emmy's understanding based on the gossip of other kids. He was going to speak to everyone and while all the other kids attended, hanging on his ever word, Emmy stayed in the other public room playing in the corner with a stuffed kneazle, a stuffed bunny, and an advanced block set. And by playing she had arranged them around her as if she was holding court... except she never said a word but she appeared to listen, even in the silence. Everyone once in a while her blue eyes would wander to the dusty old grand piano in the corner before picking up the stuffed cat and walking over to it.
Standing in front of the massive thing she reached out, tiny finger hovering over a key. It had been so long... and it would continue to be. Retracting her hand she sighed and pouted looking at the floor that is until she felt a presence behind her and gasped, spinning around to face Augustin, clutching the stuffed cat to her chest.
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Dec 6, 2022 16:38:01 GMT
A little huff left his lips as he arrived at a familiar spot. It was a place he wasn't very fond of. There had never been any good memories he had here. The only memories of those are getting in fights and trying to survive each day, hoping someone would come to take them home.
Why he said yes to doing a speaking event about careers blogged his mind. Agustin should have said no, and it would have been simple enough. In the back of his mind, the guilt took over when they asked him to think it over. 'You be a real inspiration to the children.' The line had stuck with him as he lay in bed that night. The next day Agustin called to say he would do it.
"Mr. Trujillo, welcome!" The woman said that worked there. She was not a familiar face, but he was used to it. Most of these workers had also come in and out of these kids' life just like his. Only a few stayed due to the nature of the business. How anyone could work in a depressing workspace, mind his mind wondered if they were a masochist. Taking care of orphans was not for the fate of the heart.
Augustin nodded his head to the woman, who seemed thrilled for him to be there. "You don't know how excited the children are to have you here. Come this way." She waved him in to follow her to the children. "Oh, that's nice." A hint of fear in his voice. Children excited to hear from him? Now he had to live up to the hype. What did the grown-ups tell these kids? He wasn't Indiana Jones, after all. No, Agustin was just another boring adult telling them that things get better when they get out of here, if that was true. Was life better? After all, he had no family. No wife, no kids to call his own all his life had no family. Best keep it that way. It protected him from hurt, after all.
"Hello, children." The woman said to the packed room of kids. Agustin froze in the doorway, peeking in. "Good morning." The room filled with their tiny voices. It made him flash back to the days he was like one of these kids.
"This is Mr. Trujillo, and he used to live here like you children." She turned to him and waved him in. He looked at the room and slowly and awkwardly walked in with the bag he had with him. "Umm.." he cleared his voice with an awkward tone. "Hello," he waved. "Some would say he is a treasure hunter." The woman spoke, and the room filled with ohs and ahs. "No, no, not a treasure hunter" He shook his hand. "Just a curious person is trying to find new things." Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought. "Ha, ok, then Mr. Trujillo owns a shop called Hidebehind Oddities where he displays and sells the things he finds in his adventures, and he brought some for you to look at today. I think I'll let Mr. Trujillo take over from here." The woman steps aside, leaving him to the mercy of the room. For a moment, he stared and then snapped out of it. "Um, yes, fun things to show you." He placed his bag down opening and started his talk.
While he went on and had the kids glued, he noticed one little blonde girl in the back. She seemed not so interested but looked curious about something else. The little girl reminded him of when he was a boy.
When the lecture was over, the kids got up and dispersed in groups to discuss how they wanted to be an adventure. While they did that, he walked to the next room peeking in, watching the little girl at a piano, and she looked so sad.
Augustin walked into the room wondering if she was going to play, but instead, she turned around, startled to see him. I mean, he couldn't blame her for being surprised. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you and your cat." Agustin pointed at her stuffy and then too the piano she was just standing over at. "Does the cat play?" Of course, he played around, knowing how bad a joke that was. Why say that to her? It sounds a bit dumb, but maybe it would cheer her up. After all, being in this place brought no happiness.
At his apology, she followed his pointing hand looking down at her stuffed cat hugging it closer and taking a step back away from him putting more distance between them. Just to be safe. She was a bit wary around all adults nowadays but who could blame her after what she had been through? After what she had seen?
Did her cat play? She looked back at the piano and then at the man then back to the piano. Emmy played. Beautiful. Better than lots of adults. She was a prodigy. And yet, since her father was murdered, she hadn't touched the keys since. She didn't believe that she deserved to. No. The cat doesn't play dum-dum. It's a stuffee. But instead, she shyly shook her head no, rebuffing the question and proceeded to take another step backwards away from him toward the corner of the room. She would remain facing him though, as skeptical as she was she still knew not to turn her back on anyone. When you did that, bad things could happen.
Her ice-blue eyes moved to his bag on the floor behind him then back up at the (to her) very big man. Then back on the bag. What's in there? Going by what Miss Austin had said earlier in the day, of his adventures and what he did for a living, it must be something neat. Wrinkling her brow as she briefly wrestled with what it could be she then looked up at the man, surprisingly bold for how shy she had been moments earlier, and pointed at the bag, tilting her head. What's in the bag, Mister? She pointed again, trying to emphasize her point so that he would understand. What's in the bag?
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Dec 6, 2022 22:04:17 GMT
The girl seemed scared. How could Agustin blame her? After all, he was a strange adult, and it was clever of her to stay away from him. With that, he didn't want to scare her off. The cat comment may have helped. Right? Ease the tension in the room. He noticed her head shake in a no matter. Perhaps she was too shy to talk?
"Oh, too bad." Agustin placed his hands on his hips in a disappointing playful matter. "That be something new to see. A cat is playing the piano." The thought of it amused Agustin, but the kid, not so much. Too cheesy? Probably Agustin. Always making a fool out of yourself.
Clearing, he throat nervously. Augustin noticed that she started to take an interest in the bag he had brought along. She kept pointing at it and tilting her head. Turning to look at it and look back at the girl, he pointed over it. "That old thing." He moved his hand in a brush motion. "Nothing too interesting in there." Augustin tried to act as if it wasn't important, and he thought being playful would help ease the pressure in the room.
"But if you insisted." He grabbed it and brought it over to her getting down to her eye level. He opened the bag and pulled at the jar that contained a pair of glowing wings. "This is something I found on one of my adventures. I placed them in my jar here. You want to hold them?" He asked, holding the jar out in front of her.
He was smiling but not laughing. So he wasn't a bully making fun of her and bad guys, to her knowledge, didn't smile at her. Sure his approach was a bit awkward but lots of people were not great with kids she had noticed. Still, this man was trying and he was actually kind of funny being so burly but approaching her like she was a venomous snake. Wait... Was he scared of her? He had no reason to be (yet) but maybe she had the upper hand here? She relaxed the tiniest a bit but still seemed skeptical once again eying him from his head to his boots.
Finally, his attention turned to the bag and she nodded confirming that he was on the right track. Subconsciously her fingers moved to her mouth where they pulled down at her lip as she listened to him speak but she managed to refrain sticking them in. Even though Emmy was seven she still sucked her thumb at times post her father's murder as a coping mechanism. Another thing the children here taunted her about.
Nothing too interesting? But I'm interested. Me! Me! Eyes widening she pointed at the bag again insistently so he couldn't avoid her 'question'. He dug his hands into the bag and then approached her. At first she took a step back, intimidated by his height but the wall behind her left her very little space to go. Even though her little heart picked up its rhythm she didn't run away and she didn't hide. She wanted to see what was in the sack, dangit!
He knelt down the height problem was remedied. Most adults didn't get on her level and instead hovered - which made them a threat. She found that this man wasn't like most adults in fact the way that he approached her reminded of someone (somewhat) that she had recently just lost. Lowering her fingers from her mouth with dropped in amazement at the pretty glowing wings in the jar. Her little hand reached out, like any kid's did when they saw something shiny, but she didn't dare touch the jar (mainly because the big man was holding it and also because she had more composure than some of the animals around here). When she caught him looking, she quickly put her hand down and tucked it behind her back. Just look. Don't touch. Like the museum father would take you to.
But wait... I can touch? Sort of! She blinked finding it hard to contain her excitement so she didn't. Bouncing in her old white sneakers she all too eagerly held out both hands for the jar. Was he new at this? She was a kid - *OF COURSE* she wanted to hold the beautiful glowy things!
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Dec 7, 2022 16:56:34 GMT
Seeing the excitement for a jar of glowing wings brought a small smile to his face. Guess carrying a jar of unknown nymph wings came in handy, and it was a different look from the wary girl he had just met.
Her movements reminded him of the days of his childhood. Quite the quiet child he was. Well, he was primarily quiet to blend in and not cause trouble; his trouble years would come later.
Agustin placed the jar in her hand. "Just be careful, and it's very rare and fragile." He had found them with a friend searching for a rare sighting of a mythical beast, but instead, they stumbled upon these glowing wings that had never been seen before. It was a significant risk letting anyone hold them, especially a child. Something Agustin would never do was let people hold the things he would find. They need a proper place to be protected. This, however, was an exception. Cheer for a child was a better choice than an object.
"I found this Theodore Roosevelt National Park while exploring with a friend." Why not fill the empty room with some talk? "He was looking for a mythical beast that had been spotted - he is a Magizoologist." Agustin wondered if she even knew what that was, but he kept talking. "Anyway, instead, we found these glowing wings. He said he thought they were nymph wings, but they were unknown. A mystery to just all." A huff of disappointment at not knowing what they have discovered. He then turned his attention to the little girl in front of him after getting lost in his story. "Pretty cool, huh?" Agustin gestured his hands at the wings.
Taking a look back at the piano, he wondered something. "So, since the cat doesn't play, do you know someone that does?" he wasn't sure how much he could show her, let alone let her hold. After all, what could top glowing wings for a kid? "I've been dying to hear some music today." He smiled at the unknown girl.
The big man was smiling. She noticed that there was even a small glint in his eyes. Not a scary one either. He seemed excited, yet happy, and just as nervous as she was (though probably hiding it a bit better because adults were good at those sort of things). Maybe he really was a nice man? At the very least he was a man with very pretty glowy wings.
At his instructions Emmy nodded, though her eyes were glued on the jar the entire time as her tiny hands clasped the cool glass carefully. Unlike most other children her age, Emmy was a bit mature. She could take direction and understood the importance of protecting things, especially ones that couldn't look out for themselves. She was gentle and very aware. She would protect these nymph wings with her life - even if she only held them for thirty seconds and they stayed in the jar.
Big blue eyes looked up at Agustin as he told her the story of how he had come to find them. She hung on every single word her little lips that usually pouted opening in a silent gasp. Even though she was a very smart little girl some words she didn't understand but she managed to fake it anyhow, not even blinking when she didn't get something. Lots of time with adults who said big words while she toured the world playing piano having primed her for this very moment.
Pretty cool? She huffed with a frown. No way! This is WAY cool! A grin replaced the frown as Emmy peered into the glass as she lifted the jar to get a better look, but not high enough to accidentally drop it. Her smile grew. How neat it must be to have wings. Why couldn't little girls have them? And not cheap plastic ones either with lace and glitter but real ones? It wasn't fair! Then again, neither was life which had already taken so many wonderful things from her. Speaking of...
At Agustin's gentle prying about the piano she once stole a glimpse of the keys before quickly looking away and to the floor. He wanted to hear some music and he had been very nice but... she wasn't ready to play just yet. It made her sad and made her miss her father. She looked at the jar of wings, to Augustin's boots, then to the piano, to her cat, then back to the jar, to Agustin's knees, her cat, the piano, Augustin, then shyly to the jar before shoving it hurriedly back into his hands and hurrying away to the far aside of the room where she promptly crawled beneath the table with her stuffed kneazle to hide.
"Ah. I see you've met miss Emmy Aubrey." Came a woman's voice who helped run the place. "Terrible story that." She said quietly so that only Agustin could hear, stepping alongside him. "It was all over the Prophet. Some of the tabloids too." She tisked, crossing her arms over her emerald dress-clad chest. "Single father. Killed right in front of the poor dearie. Has not spoken since." She sighed shaking her head once more. "And we've tried. Poor thing."
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Dec 13, 2022 21:26:47 GMT
To see her face light up and change as he told her his story of the nymph weeks had given him a feeling of joy. It felt like he had done something good. It was too easy to relate to the children here, and Agustin thought he needed to give them hope when surrounded by darkness. Some kids got lucky and adopted out, while others like him were not so lucky. They lived through the system and were sump by it when they hit eighteen.
With only a few happy moments, it seemed like Agustin had ruined it by bringing up the piano. A surprised look came upon his face as she shoved the wings she appeared so excited about back into his hands and ran off from him. He took a look over at the piano and then at her. What did he say so wrong to upset her?
Agustin got up from the floor, walking a bit over to her and tapping on the glass he held. What could he say? Before he could even think of it, a grown-up voice took over, making his head turn sharply.
"Oh." He said in shock. Augustin had remembered reading about that in the paper. Horrible stuff, and even worse that she witnessed her father's death. No wonder why she did not talk to him. At least Augustin was born an orphan and never got to know his parents. The shock and pain she must have been dealing with were unimaginable to him.
Nodding his head, he took it as a sign to leave the room. After all, he wanted to be respectful of her. Emmy. "We should go out to the other room now. I have to head back to the shop soon." Augustin bent over to look at her. "It was nice meeting you..Emmy." He waved at her and then straightened himself out, taking his bag.
Walking behind the woman that ran the place, he stopped in the doorway. Slipping one glowing wing on the table next to the door for Emmy to keep.
Agustin then came closer to the woman. "So what do you think is the likely hood of Miss Aubrey getting adopted out?" He was curious. "Also, is she any danger?" He asked, tucking his bag closer to him.
The wispy haired, bleach blonde girl peered back at him from behind splayed fingers on her face. It was like she was creating a wall out of her tiny hands that if she couldn't see him he couldn't see her. At his words, and in hearing the shifting sounds as he rose to stand up, she widened the spaces between her tiny fingers to sneakily steal a better look of the man as he left the room. He was leaving? Where was he going? Did the wings go too?
"Yes. It really is incredibly sad." The woman who ran the orphanage nodded her head tisking quietly. "Very mysterious. They never found the assailants." She went on, guiding Agustin to the door. Apparently she had the read the memo just because a child couldn't talk didn't mean that she couldn't hear. Emmy, in an act of defense for her own sanity, cupped her ears with her hands trying to block out the words while also remaining quiet. "Nobody even knows what they were after or if they even knew that the poor dearie was in the house. Can you imagine that?" She led their visitor toward her office by the front entrance.
When the muffled voices of the lady and the man grew farther and farther away she slowly crawled out from under the table wiping off any dust on her skirt. Hands on her hips she surveyed the room. Something felt off. That's when she saw it. The wing! Big piercing blue eyes widening at the site she scampered over to the table leering at them over the edge of the table (which was taller than her). He had left it here? On purpose? For her? With a silent gasp she looked to the now empty door, then back to the wing, before carefully scooping it into her cupped palms then hurrying after the duo.
"Truthfully? Very unlikely which, she is already in a field of unlikely, so almost improbable. It's sad to say but a lot of these children will grow up here. We do our best of course but it isn't ideal." The madame of the orphanage stepped to the other side of her desk where files of different children were littered, organizing them even as she answered Agustin's question. "She certainly isn't helping her case by not saying anything... aloud anyways. It's a shame. Many who come here look for precocious ones just her age. The last adoption event we had here this weekend she was close...but then she bit the woman." It was then that she glanced up noticing something on the table by the door behind Agustin. Cocking her head slightly and raising her brow she then smiled a bit nodding to direct his attention that way. "Seems that someone thinks that you've forgotten something."
There, on the small end table, was the wing he had left behind. In the hallway, not so stealthily hiding behind a coat rack, was little Emmy keeping an eye on him clutching the material of a coat sleeve between her two hands in anticipation. The Madame turned her attention back on Agustin doing her best to quell her smile. "It seems you have a fan." Now this was interesting, very interesting. Maybe, just maybe... the woman thought. And it was game on.
"Should I instruct her of a muggle PO box in which to write?"Take the bait, take the bait. C'mon... She was determined to plant the seed in the adventurer's head.
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Dec 31, 2022 18:11:49 GMT
"Oh yes..." He and the little girl had more in common and terrible beginnings. Well, at least his wasn't as bad. He just never got to know his family, but she had hers ripped from underneath her. Augustine could understand if she never wanted to talk again. "I hope she gets closer when they find them." He grabbed his hand tight on his case, feeling awkward about the whole subject.
Augustine turned his head down and looked at the beat-up floor. "No, I couldn't imagine that, and no little kid should have to see something like that." A terrible story it was and even worse still. This kid needed a break.
His eyes widened slightly when he was told she wouldn't be adoptable. It brought him back to his childhood days when no family wanted him because he was different. All those families were coming in and out and seeing friends and enemies getting taken out made him feel unloveable. To think she would have the same fate as he made his heartache.
Augustine let out a little laugh when she told him she had bitten someone. Something he could have seen himself doing. Heck, sometimes Augustine thought about doing that, especially to Jensen. Before he could go on, the Madame had mentioned someone leaving something for him.
Turning to look back, he saw the wing he had left her. Augustine walked over to the small table picking up the wing. "Ah, usual, I don't get many fans." He smiled, looking back at the Madame close his hand softly over the wing.
When she had mentioned a PO Box to write him, he shook his head. "No, I don't have one of those." Augustine was nervous. Part of him didn't want to get this little girl's hopes up, and he disappointed her just like he did with everyone in his life. He took a pause the said. "But she more than to send them to the shop." Was this a good idea? He had no idea but he would see.
"I think that we all do. It's a traumatic enough thing to see as a young child but to think that the criminals are still out there... It must be doubly horrifying for her." The woman who ran the orphanage nodded, tisking slightly with her tongue as she watched Emmy peek out shyly not at her but the burly man. Interesting. She did her best to hide her excitement about the little girl gravitating toward someone. "Someone tried to take her in immediately after, a nice little family from my understanding, but there was a problem with the paperwork. So I was told." The woman's frown grew. "We didn't have the heart to tell her. Don't want to cause any more harm and that no doubtedly would... She liked that family. She kept writing that she wants to see them. Just stopped last week. I think that she has... given up, unfortunately." This hurt to say. A young child should be filled with hope not despair.
She noticed that Agustin was frowning, looking Emmy's way. Interesting again. "The two of you are very much cut from the same cloth, no?" Reaching out the woman grazed his arm with her fingertips to bring his attention back. Daringly she gave him a hint of a smile. "Oh yes I remember you Auggie Trujillo." She had been younger then, but older than him. Old enough to care for him and countless others. She was still doing it. "And not from your adventures either. A sweet but misunderstood child who was always getting into something. Captive to his own curiosity. Quiet, methodical, but bright. Extremely bright. Young but protective. Always looking out for those who needed it." She smiled at the memory and pulled her hand away from him then. "Perhaps you seem so distracted because old habits do not die-hard like they say. They simply rest until the situation arises to awaken them." She made that up but hey... it worked! "Or perhaps it's being back in the familiar location." She gave a small shrug so to soften the blow of the realization.
"I'll have her write the shop then. If that's of interest to her?" The woman leaned stealing a peek of the blonde haired child who, upon being caught, gasped and hid behind a coat rack (very poorly). Smiling the woman looked back to Agustin. "Though that is an awful lot of postage..." Here it was. Now or nothing. "Do you live above your shop? Roomy is it? Two bedroom? Must be lonely..."
The sound of a scuffle had the adults' attention turning to the coatrack where two bigger boys were trying to pull Emmy out from behind it. She clearly was not in on the joke and dug her heels into the floorboards grunting, face turning red trying her best not to be budged but she wasn't the strongest. "Oh dear."
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on May 7, 2023 0:21:46 GMT
Time felt still in this lonely orphanage, and nothing seemed to have changed since he was a lonely boy there. An appropriate amount of paperwork was reasonable after all, it was essential to know who the child was going to be taken with, but it always had seemed a ridiculous amount, almost like they wanted your O.W.L.S from your second grade for review. If the girl was writing them a letter, why not place her with them? Why hurt her more than she had already been?
"Well, I hope they catch them soon to give her some ease." He placed his hand on his hip, thinking how scared she must have been. Agustin wondered how frightened she was if she even understood what had happened. For one thing, he was sure a place like this wouldn't put her at ease.
"That's a shame for her shake. I hope they write her back soon. A shame the paperwork didn't work out. But I know how the system is. "Turning his head to face the peeking Emmie at the door, seeing a make younger self in her.
Feeling a brush of fingertips on his arm, he turned his head around back to the Madam. "Uh, ya, I suppose we are...." Sure, they both were orphans, but she seemed to have a sadder story than him.
His eyes were surprised when she told him she remembered him. After all, it was long ago, and he was sure she had many other children she had met for more interesting than Augstin. But her calling him by his nickname had surprised him even more, and he had not heard that nickname in quite a long time.
A wave of memories flowed through his head as she talked about a young Auggie. It was almost painful to hear her talk about it. But this was part of his past, his life. Seeing sad little Auggie fighting to survive in a world that did not want him made it more painful than the Madme was right. Agustin placed his hand where the Madme had removed her arm. He felt uneasy inside. "Very poetic." A gentle smile on his face.
He turned his head back to Emmie, who was still peeking at the door at the Madems question, and then returned to the Madem. "Whatever she comfortable with." He shrugged his shoulders.
His eyes widened when the Madam started to go on about a lot of postage and started to ask him about his home life. " Wait, wait, wait!" He placed his hand up. " What are you getting on about, Madam? " He knew what she was getting at. " If a family couldn't take her in, how would a single man that travels all the time? And If I could, Do you think I would be the best fit for her? I can barely take care of myself. How could I take care?" He swang around in frustration, tapping his foot on the ground, his hat in his other hand.
Hearing the Scuffle in the hallway, his attention turned toward the door. "Hey!" He yelled at the two boys walking towards them, shooing them off her. Agustin got to her leave. "You ok, Kid?" he asked, ensuring she was ok. Agustin huffed, rubbed his forehead, and turned back to look at the Madem. Uh, was he going to do what he would do?
Agustin took her hand, walked her into the room, and looked at her, huffing again. " Ok, what do I need to do?"
"All of us do." The older woman agreed, nodding her head with a heavy sigh. Children going through traumatic experiences was sort of the normal for the orphanage and though she had been at it for multiple decades, it wasn't something that got any easier. "We used to get updates nearly every day about the status but those days are getting further and further in between." No one's fault really (other than the murderers). If things didn't come together in the first forty-eight hours it became increasingly likely that the perpetrators would never be found. Again, the world just wasn't fair.
"The system, as you know, is complicated. If I didn't know any better I would say it's on purpose." Another sigh from the older woman still she smiled at him. It was good to see him after all of these years. Nothing brought her more joy and a sense of purpose than seeing former 'lost children' find their way and Agustin had seemed to have done just that... almost. But she could help with that.
"I think that you know, Auggie..." She noted lightly enjoying his prickliness at the vague mention of her plan. "Come now, you sell yourself short. You're a treasure hunter, you're sure to have some fans out there and if you should run into anyone that gives you any guff with any paperwork your connections at The Ministry can assist. Surely the likes of you has some friends." She chuckled softly, crossing her arms over her robe. "You seem to have done an alright job. And you know what they say? Those running ragged trying to take care of themselves often excel at taking care of others." She didn't know where she had heard it. She probably had just made it up.
"Now, I think-" The caretaker didn't get to finish her sentence as Agustin was soon off to tend to the mild scuffle in the hall.
Emmy, glaring after the boys, clearly a bit upset looked up at Agustin cheeks puffed out and red in the face. Sometimes she felt so many big emotions at once it was difficult to process them all. Luckily Agustin had intervened when he had, or else one of the children might have exploded or caught on fire. Just a typical Tuesday really. Nodding a little she looked to his offered hand, thinking for a long few moments of the pros and cons, before taking his hand and allowing him to lead her back into the Madame's office.
"Ah. Now that hesitancy was short-lived I see." She noted with a knowing smile at Agustin then looking down at the small blonde who swayed back and forth on her toes, pulling herself up with Agustin's strong arm. The little girl smiled a tiny smile up at her. The Madame couldn't help but admire her handiwork. "What a lovely sight. What a pair the two of you make." This made Emmy smile a bit bigger, quite liking the compliment, before pulling at Agustin's arm again and lifting her legs off the ground like one might on the playground with pull-ups. The previous scuffle forgotten she grinned mischievously up at the oddities hunter and lightly nudged him with the toes of her shoe.
"Perhaps a good first step would be asking her?" Madame looked at Agustin with a small smirk. Boys would be boys. Even when they were men they could still do with a bit of guidance. The guidance that she would always give.
Post by AGUSTIN TRUJILLO on Mar 17, 2024 18:23:40 GMT
The women in front of him thought too highly of him. The man was not the safest to be with and was all closed off to most people. Letting anyone in as well hard. "You think too highly of me Madam. I'm just some guy nothing more." Auggie looked down and wiped his forehead trying to ease himself.
"Well that's the problem but the ministry isn't the biggest fan of mine either. Most people aren't." After all his biggest rival was the MACUSA and the Head of Unidentifiable Magical Objects had it out for him. If they had heard of this he knew they try to use it against him or block him. Why try? Well, Auggie did like a good challenge, and something deep inside of him told him he needed to do this.
After the scuffle in the hallway, he knew he had to get Emmy out of there. This wasn't a home for her. But was her place really with him? Who knew emotions had for once taken over Agustin? "I say more of an odd sight but not that odd is bad after all I make a living off of odd things." This was Agustin's life one big odd world.
"Oh guess I haven't thought of that." When the woman had mentioned asking Emmy if she wanted to go with him. Kneeling on one knee he looked Emmy in the eye. "Would you like to go home with me? It's not the best place but..you might find it interesting. Better than this old run-down place?" He gently smiled as he asked her.
The large man kneeled down in front of her so that they were eye to eye. Emmy held her cat stuffie with big beady eyes to her chest. One of the communal toys at the orphanage that she liked to pretend was all hers when someone else wasn't fighting for it and snatching it from her.
Reaching out her little fingers played with Agustin's collar. Pulling it up then pushing it down as if examining the fabric and the make. She settled for the left side of the collar of his shirt up and the right down. She then moved to lightly poke at his mustache. Facial hair was interesting. Her dad didn't have any but some men did. Emmy used her hand holding the stuffie to poke her own face. Nope. Girls didn't get it. Not by her understanding which was a bummer because a handlebar mustache would be a lot of fun.
She tilted her head at him curiously but then he asked a question. She blinked. Had she misheard? Apparently not because he was still talking about it. Biting hard on her bottom lip and pulling it inward she looked around the room as if the answer laid somewhere else before turning her attention back on him.
"Would you like to go home with me? It's not the best place but..you might find it interesting. Better than this old run-down place?" He gently smiled as he asked her. Reaching out with her free hand she gave a thumbs up and made her cat toy do the same. They were both in agreement. Looking at him seriously as though making a business deal she then offered her small hand for a handshake as if that would solidify the verbal contract they were making.
"It looks as though we have an agreement." The woman noted with a hint of a smile. Another day's work well done. "I'll fetch you the pamphlet. Dos, don'ts, if you have any questions - and you will." As she walked off Emmy tugged at Agustin's sleeve. When he was looking her way again Emmy offered her hand. Handholding was ok when you lived with someone, right?
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2024 19:10:00 GMT by EMMY AUBREY
