Unexpected Visit (Jack)

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Pale blue eyes looked out into the darkened world below. She couldn't believe the world she had gotten herself into now. Would everything be the same? Maybe if she hadn't gone to Knockturn Alley, just maybe that everything would be different. Her eyes now moved down to look at a picture of a handsome young man, only about in his early-or mid-twenties. He had dark hair, a bit messy, but clean cut; pale skin like her own; and dark hazel eyes that looked back at her. He smiled up at her from the frame, and she couldn't help but smile back. T.J. Vega was the only person who could make her truly smile in the entire world. Now that he was gone, she didn't really have a reason to smile anymore. She smiled, but it wasn't that a thousand watt smile that always happened when he was around.

Magdalene Brightman stood up straight, and held the picture in both hands, still looking at it as she headed back over to the fire mantle in the living room. She set the picture along a line of various others and the smile seemed to fade as she looked at all of them. All moving, all smiling with the innocence of adolesence. Her, Marni, T.J., and Paolo… best friends forever, until it became so much more between to pairs, and then everything ended. Mag was then left alone in the world, the only thing she had was her sight--a painful reminder of her losses. T.J. was dead; Marni had succumbed to her disease, and Paolo never left the side of her bed. Mag hadn't gone to see her in months. She didn't have time, and she just couldn't face her best friend dying slowly in a hospital. Healers could do nothing, Muggles also. Her father had been researching for years on how to cure blood/immunity diseases, but there was yet to be one.

She sat back down on the couch and curled up underneath a rather large blanket. It had been cold for a summer night. Strange she thought. It was hardly like this, but things were changing and they were changing fast. She heard the shuffles of the Reaper bodyguards outside her door, making sure that she, the Voice of ReaperCorps was safe. Mr. Vega did not want anything happening to her, and now where ever she went, she had to have her companion with her at all times too. She suddenly conjured a whole bottle of firewhiskey from the kitchen cupboard and she held it tightly in her hand. Opening it, the smell entered her throat and it slightly burned.

She looked to the pictures, sorrowfully, and she opened the bottle with her wand, the cork popping out instantly. She really hadn't planned for this, and it was her first time drinking so heavily. She put the bottle to her lips and down a few gulps. Burning trickled down her throat and she still felt it in her stomach. Then a few more, and another few. It was a rather uneasy feeling, and it only added to the uneasiness she had already been feeling. "Poor little Maggie…" she said, to herself, looking at the reflection in the bottle. Despite being high quality technology, Mag's eyes were becoming blurry from the alcohol consumption. "Poor… little…" she didn't even finish the sentence. Nope, the bottle went straight back to her mouth and the burning came back.

Her vision was slowly becoming more distorted and she laid back against the seat and hugged her blanket closer. Waving her wand, the picture she had before levitated a bit shakily over to her, and fell in her lap. She hugged it close to her and her eyes clicked shut. Little did she know, someone was outside her door, a visitor that she would've never have expected. She was humming a song to herself, and to the picture. "It's all my fault… I'm sorry, T.J., I'm so sorry…" she murmured.

There was a knock, and then a click and the sound of the door opening. Mag didn't care. She just sat there, holding onto her picture and her bottle. Her dark hair seemed to be a curly mess, and her pale cheeks were flushed from the firewhiskey. The pale blue eyes though blury and half-closed now, opened up revealing the projectors. Instantly, T.J.'s face was right in front of her, faltering every now and then from the movement of her eyeslids. Whoever was there would have to wait until she was drowned enough in her sorrows

[jack]

Jack hadn't seen Magdalene in a while, and she had missed alot. He wasn't exactly thrilled about it, but he had let it go for a while. After a certain point he had decided that it had been to long, and he decided to go find her. He knew that the reapers Headqurters would not be easily penetrated, by just one person so he decided that he wouldn't go alone. He stopped by Azkaban on his way to the tower, and got the dementors to come with him. He arrived out front of the tower looking at the reaper guard, and grined. He turned to look at the 6 dozen dementors behind him. "Now this will be easy." He said in a cold voice.

The dementors swooped down on the guards at the front door. He walked through the door after them, and he went straight to the stairs. As he walked he passed many reapers that just sat on the floor with blank looks having had lost their souls. He smirked at how fast the dementors worked. By the time he reached his destination all the reapers in building would be soulless and useless. He continued up the stairs until he reached the top. He found two guards sitting outside of Magdalenes room already soulles, and their were now to dementors standing guard outside of her room instead.

He had turned the reaper headquarters into the dementors headquarters in just ten minutes. Surely they were no where near as powerful as they had thought they were. He was quite sure that he had not gotten all of the reapers that there was a good number outside of the building, but he was happy just crippling their headquarters, and making them panic temporarily. He walked up to her door, and he knocked. He waited for a minute not hearing anything. He pointed his wand at the door and it unlocked with an audible click.

He opened the door and walked in not bothering to close the door there was no point. The entire building was already cold thanks to the dementors presenece there, and there was no one that would be interupting them. The dementors did not care what Jack did where as they saw him as their ticket to true freedom. He turned and scanned the room finaly spotting her on the floor with a bottle of whiskey in her hands. He shook his head at this. Yes he had a problem with smoking, and drinking, but he never let himself get to the point that she was at.

He walked over to her, and he took the bottle out of her grasp. With a wave of his wand it floated over to the counter in a rather large kitchen. He picked her up in his arms and he carried her over to the couch. He laid her down on it, and moved to sit at the end of the couch. He lifted her head as he sat down then put her head down in his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair gently. He leaned down and kissed her softly. He then sat back up straight just gazing down at her. "Magdalene are you with me?"

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Life was a spiraling black hole, so it seemed to her. She got up off the couch and sat on the floor, leaving the blanket off, only having her dressing gown and nightgown--which looked like lingerie more than anything--on. Her hair seemed darker and was messily designed. She looked like a modern day pinup girl. Her lips touched the bottle once more and she downed the rest of it. She wanted more, but she was too, well, intoxicated to get back up

She spent too many nights thinking about the past. She wasn't one to let go of it too easily. Her mind always strayed to something about it, whether it was her parents, her friends, her love. Though she couldn't see them, there were still recollections and pictures that gave her all the memories she needed of them. But as for her first love, pictures seemingly weren't enough. Those were the only images of him, pictures. She had never got to see him after she woke up, and she hardly bothered to go to the funeral to see him as a corpse. She didn't want that as her first memory of him.

Mag had her eyes closed, the projection gone by the time that her door was actually open and who ever was inside. She was on the floor still, and didn't even bother to get up and make herself look presentable. She didn't care, and plus she was almost passed out from being drunk off her ass. It was even hard for her to get up, if she had wanted to. But she then she felt the bottle leave her hand and her fingers instinctively moved into a fist. She felt herself being lifted moments later. She didn't know who it was, but she knew it was a guy.

She then felt herself back on the couch, lying on it. Her head then felt light as it too was lifted, then placed in an upright position on someone's legs. She seemed to be stirring, but she wasn't. Just trying to get a bit more comfortable. When she felt the kiss on her lips, her eyes opened, half-closed though, and she smiled as she looked back up at the face. She was seemingly confused. They told her he was dead, but here he was. Had they lied to her? Did they not want the pair to fall in love…? But Mag was happy to see him, and she nestled her head into his stomach, still looking at him with a dreamy quality. "T.J. … they told me you were dead…" she said, a bit sorrowfully.

"But you're not…" she added. She was so happy to see him, though she didn't know it was Jack. They did look similar the small sober part of her mind thought, but through drunken eyes--no matter how advanced they were. She let her hand delicately touch a diamond engagement ring around her necklace, afriad that it would break or fall off or something if she touched it too hard. "I kept the ring…" she said finally, closing her eyes again with a smile on her face, a true smile.

[jack]

Jack was unsurprised by her words. Alcohol had a way of messing things up. He wasn't to fond of the drink anymore seeing what it had done to Magdalene. He would have to sober her up. Though he thought it may be a bit of a shock for her to come out of her alternate reality so abruptly. "Magdalene it's me, Jack. You're drunk." Of course the presence of the dementors would have brought back bad memory's. He pulled his wand out, and pointed it at the door. The door shut, and a silver cobra shot out of the end of the wand, and it sat near the door. The room instantly became warm removing all traces of the effect the dementors caused.

He turned his wand to the woman in his lap. "I am going to sober you up. You may be a bit disoriented for a moment. Enervate." Few knew that the encantation to bring a stunned person back would also wipe away the effects of alcohol, and drugs. He only knew it from when his father had used it on him one night when he was really high. He put his arm over Magdalene pulling her close to him. "I am sorry it did not occur to me that the dementors would effect you as such. I needed to see you it's been a while since you last came to the house."

Jack turned to look at the door. He wondered how she would take to his domination of the reapers headquarters. She had been against him attacking them from the start. Jack had told her that he would not refrain from killing all of them, but to be fair he hadn't physically harmed anyone tonight. He had just caused many people to lose their souls. This was something that would not be overlooked. He was sure that reapercorp would retaliate for this though it would be a very stupid thing for them to do. Jack was building up his own forces to help his mother in changing the wizarding world, but he would use them to his own needs as well.

Jack waved his wand, and a lit cigarette appeared in his mouth. He took a drag of it as he turned and looked back down at the woman he had fallen for. "Please don't be mad, but I kind of took over the tower." He gave her a weary smile waiting to see if she would be mad at him. He doubted that she would be very happy about it. This was the beggining of what would be a bloody road. They had asked for it though. Jack had sent them a very clear warning that if they didn't leave town he would strike, and he would strike hard. No doubt that this was the reason for the extra security that had been put in place. Not that their extra security had done them any good.

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

"Magdalene, it's me Jack. You're drunk." Mag just giggled slightly, though she honestly didn't mean to. "No, I'm not…" she said, the giggle fading, and she brought her hand up to his face gently. It was the fire whiskey talking and denying. She looked to the open door, seeing the dementors though it really didn't comprehend in her mind what they were. She then watched the silver cobra come out, and her eyes widened like a child in fascination of a shiny thing. Wow. The sober part of her mind, growing smaller and smaller, hadn't meant for this to happen at all. It was her first time drinking, of course the alcohol was going to take over a little differently.

She closed her eyes as she felt the tip of his wand on her forehead. She scrunched up her face like a little kid, and then it relaxed after he said the incantation. It was a few seconds before she opened her eyes, slightly confused. Her face seemed surprised and she sat up. As she did so, her head felt light-headed, and a little dizzy. It also hurt like hell. "Ow…." she muttered. Then she looked back to Jack. "What happened?" she asked, afraid of something she might have done "Dementors? What are you--?" Her eyes then looked back to the doorway and she stood up and off the couch. She felt like screaming but she was too afraid to do it. She looked to him, scared and angry. "You… you could've just Apparated in… without those… those things!" she hissed.

This had to mean something, but due to her fear, and now her hangover like pain, she couldn't comprehend what. Yeah, he needed to see her because she hadn't been to see him, but did he really have to bring a whole 'army' with him? She figured he might've wanted to show off for her, but Mag hated dementors. She then realized what she was wearing, and she tightened up her dressing gown. Her wand was in her pocket, and she dug her hand in to grab it. Wordlessly, a silver mink came out and draped itself around her neck.

"You--did--what?" she said breathlessly. That's why he was here with them. She rolled her eyes and gripped her wand tighter. The mink hissed slightly. Mag should've known this would happen. "Great. You've turned my home into a fortress…" Well, it was partially that already, but it was more a home and a workplace than it was a fortress. "She looked to see the guards on the floor outside the room, and she looked pretty pissed off. "I guess it doesn't concern you that the hospital/operating floor has innocent civilians on it. But I'm guessing their soulless by now, as well as my security, assistants, and others of the personal staff." She was just glad Marni was moved to a Corporation Hospital up in Glasgow. She didn't know what she would do if the dementors had taken her and Paolo away from her.

[jack]

Even Jack who was normally so composed could not hide the hurt he felt at Magdalenes words. He turned away from her, and walked to the window. He was unsure of what to do or what to say. He was not used to the way he felt at that moment. She was obviously furious with him, and he didn't see a way to fix it. He hoped that he hadn't ruined everything between the two of them. "You're wrong. The dementors have only dispatched the reapers. Anyone in this building that is not a reaper is till intact. Also you can blame them for not listening to my warning." He didn't look back at her for fear of how she would react.

He walked over to the door, and began making the rasping rattling sounds the dementors made. It was obviouse that he was talking with them, and the conversation took a little bit. Then when he turned away from the door the dementors went down the hall way, and disapeared. "They have assured me that no innocents were harmed, and I sent them away so that you will be more comfortable." He still avoided her eyes not sure if she still wanted him around any more. He lingered near the door still unsure of what to do or say. It took all of his self control to keep from hitting something with how angry he was at himself.

His eyes kept flickering to the door as he wondered whether or not he should just leave. He couldn't understand how caring for one person could change absolutely everything. He worried about things when he had never been worried before. He second guessed himself when he was always so sure of himself, and his actions. He knew that as long as he cared about her that everything would be different, but it didn't matter hje stiill wanted to be with her. "I'm not any good at this you know. I've never cared about someone before, and I don't know how to acr. I am sorry if I have upset you, and if you want I will go."

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Images replayed inside her head--the night her mother died, the feelings she had felt as the life was taken from her. Mag closed her eyes trying to forget every single bit of it. Her hands came up to her ears trying to stop the screaming. The mink around her shoulders nuzzled against her, and Mag raced to a drawer by the piano, grabbing some chocolate. She nibbled at it quickly, and everything went away quickly. She turned back to Jack. He told them to do this, but he also told them to leave the others alone. She felt a pang of relief inside of her stomach as she looked up to the ceiling. She was speechless, but she also needed to warn others who were not here.

She would've reached for the cell phone on the counter, but she became preoccupied as Jack began talking with them. The images came back as the creatures were near her door, and she ate a larger piece of chocolate. Her eyes flashed as the memory recorded, and watched them leave. Instantly, a warming sensation even more than the chocolate rushed over her. The patronus disappeared, but was replaced by a real mink, pure white, gleaming in in the now dim light as the electricity had come back. She walked over, taking small steps. "Thank--" but she stopped. She didn't know if that was the word to be said. After all he had brought them here, and they still could be outside. That deeply worried her. "I need to make a phone call, then we can talk…"

She picked up the cell phone, and opened it, punching in a number. She held it up to her ear, as her pet nuzzled against her opposite cheek. Voicemail. Damn, but he would check it later, so she left a message. "Paolo. Hey, è Magdalene. Qualunque fate, non venire a casa. Spiegherò tutto quando denominate indietro. Denominare Sebastian ed avvertirlo anche. Amarli e verrò chiamata soon…" she said in Italian. It was easier for her best friend to understand, plus she wanted to keep this conversation private. Hanging up the phone she placed it in her pocket.

She saw that he kept glancing to the door. Her being angry with him made him want to leave and Mag's stomach turned. She didn't mean to, but everything that she had grown up with told that this was all wrong. She held her left wrist tightly and walked over to him, her mink getting off her shoulder and staying at her leg. "No… you don't have to go. I'm sorry, it's just the memories… half of them, they aren't mine and they come up whenever I get close to something that's like them. And this is my home… I feel kind of threatened when things like this happen…" She came closer and closer. "I'm sorry if I came off as unpleasing…"

((Italian translation roughly:: "Paolo. Hey, it's Magdalene. Whatever you do, don't come home. I'll explain everything when you call back. Call Sebastian and warn him too. Love you, and I'll come visit soon."))

[jack]

Jack heard her phone call, and he was not happy that she tried to keep it from him by speaking in another language. "Non hai per mettere in guardia gli amici." He said in italin not looking at her, but looking out the window. "The dementors will not attack anyone else without my say so." He spoke again this time in english. He wasn't sure how to react. Normaly in such an attempt to hide things from him he would have flipped out, but he cared about her. He continued to look out the window just thinking about the things that she may have seen.

For him the dementors brought back only one memory, and it was one he had learned to take. His thoughts went to that memory of sixteen years earlier. The day he looked into the brown eyes of his daughter. A child concieved from a drunken night. The child born of him, and his one true enemy. He wasn't to sure as to where she was now. All he knew was that she was in an orphanage somewhere in America. She would probably be going to the salem institute in the fall. He hadn't seen her except for the one time when she had been six months old. He had felt for her, and because of that he had decided that he could never see her again.

Her mother had given her up only because she could not take care of a child when she was always going off to fight wrong doers. He tore his mind away from the thoughts of his daughter knowing that the sadness he felt would be shown on his face. "They bring back bad memories for me to, but I have learned to deal with it." He continued to stare out the window afraid that his face may still betray his emotions. "I have to. The dementors are a very valuable asset that I need. Things would be alot more complicated for me with out them." He finaly turned from the window to look at Magdalene. His face still showing the sorrow he felt.

He walked over to the couch and sat down. He patted the spot next to him for her to come, and sit with him. "You need to understand I am not used to feeling anything for someone. It is something that I have tried very hard to avoid for many years. Reapercorp is my enemy. They have been since they started their organization. They have also been afraid of me since the beggining. They knew they had nothing over me. They also believe that I am the only one who can take them down. If they were to find out about us they would use you against me no matter how important you are to them. They would rather give up their greatest asset than risk being destroyed in whole."

Jack again looked to the window though not really seeing it. "Had I just apparated here, and they came in, and saw me with you it would become very dangerous for you. The only way I could see you without them finding out was to completely take over the building. They will only see this as me sending them a message to let them know that my threat was not an empty one. When I leave I will take the dementors with me, and they can have the building back. I just won't risk putting you in harms way. If anything were to happen to you I would lose it."

((Italian translation: "You do not have to warn your friends."))

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Mag only looked shocked and surprised as he spoke the language. She only knew of four people that spoke it. Her eyes narrowed though as she looked at him. Couldn't she get any ounce of privacy? As she wondered this to herself, she seemed to adjust her dressing gowned. "Well, what happens when it's my best friend, who happens to be head of the Repossession Division… and the boss who happens to be like a father to the both us…?" she asked. The Repossession Division were the main Reapers. Everyone just called every employee Reapers, though they really weren't. But Mag couldn't help but think that their jobs had a factor in everything. "What will you do to my family…?" she said finally.

She watched him looking at the window. Something her father used to do all the time when he was thinking himself. The image before her changed into the man, smiling back at her, and Mag's face seemed to turn to instant depression and sorrow. She was adopted, given up at birth, because she was blind. All because there was some small thing broken within her. It hadn't changed Mag at all. She grew up pretty normal--for one with problems like her. Sure there was an over-protectiveness there, but it only made her feel loved more. Mag held the animal in her arms and stroked it. Clicking her eyes, Jack reappeared in front of her. "I can't deal with my memories, because they aren't mine…" she said quietly. She nodded, though not understanding where he came from. She just wanted him to feel better.

She followed him to the couch and sat next to him. "Well, it's hard for me too. Being blind doesn't exactly garner a lot of attention from the boys at school…" she said, blushing. "It's been a while since I've actually felt anything for anyone…" she added. Mag listened intently though. He was right, they'd give her up rather than protecting her. She was a small employee, a simple singer, yet a great asset to the Company--she was their face, their voice--now if she actually had married into the Vega family, then it would be a different story. But she wouldn't be in this situation right now if that happened. "If they are your enemy, and I'm their employee… doesn't that make me your enemy Jack?" she asked, an acted puzzled look coming onto her face.

"No one would've found out. No one is allowed in this room unless I say so… Everything would be fine. I'm perfectly capable of handling the dangers myself…" she said. "I'm a big girl. I tie my own shoes and everything. I wouldn't have chosen this life if I thought I couldn't handle it. I know you care, and you don't want anything to happen, but I can handle it…"

[jack]

Jack shook his head at Magdalene. "I understand where you are coming from I do. I wish things could be different, but they aren't. I could very well whipe out all of reapercorp tonight, but I won't this is my final warning though. If Reaper corp isn't disbanded, and it's members seperated in a week I will be forced to act again. They will never know how lucky they are. If it wasn't for you I would have seen to it that they all died slow painful deaths." Jack turned away from her looking towards the window again.

For some reason he did not like talking about his past with other people, and he had a time looking at people when he did. "Look being blind is not something you should be ashamed of. I avoid any kind of relationship with people, but I had one person that I would actually call a friend. We went to the salem academy together. Her name was Charlene Rice, and she was blind. I noticed that she wasn't like other people she was always honest, and she was never afraid to tell someone what she thought. That is the way I believe people should be, and she never let being blind get in her way."

Jack turned back to Magdalene. "Don't look at things as if they are a curse look at it like it's a challenge. Thats what I have done all my life, and look where I am at now. I am probably the wealthiest person in great britain. That is because I never let anything stand in my way and you shouldn't either." He wasn't all together sure how she would take to his advice, but he hoped that she would listen."I know you are afraid of what will happen when reaper corp is gone, but trust me I can take care of you. I want to take care of you."

[magdalene]

X.x..x..x..x.X.
Let your life be your dream.
Integrity. Honesty.
It's too late for me.
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the Morning…

Mag gulped. She wasn't frightened of him, or for herself. Just only for the people she loved deeply. Deep down inside, she didn't care if the whole thing had collapsed, just so long as the three she most cared for were out of the building. "I will give the order. They are all away, and so it is me in charge, with no heirs to take over… This corporation and it's business will fall…" she said. It felt so strange to say it though. But she knew it was something that had to be done in order to save the company from being destroyed in full. If something did happen and everything went back to normal, she knew that it would be rebuilt. But no more operas, no more singing. She fell paralyzed as she thought of it. No more cures, and with the blood-works in development, she feared with the disbanding, Marni would never get her cure… "If you didn't know me… would I have died?" she asked, again, curiously.

She stayed silent, feeling a bit numb as he spoke. She didn't know why, but she did. They grew up in very different worlds, had very different lifestyles, had very different parents, and very different families. She thought this over and over. Mag was never ashamed, she was hateful. Because of how she was born, she never had any friends, save a few people who actually wanted to be friends with her. "I wasn't ashamed. I was angry. I was angry that something valuable, essential, to living was taken from me before I even reached this world. People made fun of me for it, my own mother abandoned me, she never even gave me the chance. I turned out alright, I went through school blind, I made NEWT standards. I'm a pretty damn good witch, and she'll never know it!" She was basically yelling at the top of her lungs, letting every emotion that had been pent up for the last twenty-one years come out. She wasn't meaning to take her frustration out on him, but it certainly helped her cool down about everything that was happening at the moment.

Mag sighed silently, wiping her nose. "My whole life has been a challenge. The only time I ever thought my life was a curse was when I had this surgery. Two people were taken from me because of it. Everything turned into self-loathing. But… when I look at you. Everything goes away. I see you and I want to be like my old self again… I want to be happy," She said, sniffing. Her nose was pink now, as well as her cheeks. When he said that she wanted to take care of her though, her face turned to shock and fear. Again not because of him, but now because of her. She was afraid that she would loose someone close to her again… She leaned her black-haired head on him, clicking her eyes. "Don't say that… please…"

[jack]

Jack pulled her close to him, and he ran his fingers through her hair. He looked down at her with sad eyes. "No you wouldn't have because no one under contract with reaper corp will be harmed. I feel bad for those who were sucked into this mess over needing an organ. The reapers are scum, and they will pay for what they've done, but lets not worry about that now." Jack leaned forward , and gave Magdalene a long passionate kiss. He wanted so badly to take her away from all her problems.

He pulled back from their kiss, and looked her directly in the eyes. "Don't you worry about your friend. Tomorow she will be moved to the top magical care facility in the world. It is in spain so she won't be to far. I will make sure they do whatever is neccissary to cure her. Money is no problem for me. I have far more than my share. Plus I know that seeing your friend get better will make you happy. As for her boyfriend he can stay in my summer mansion in Madrid it is not far from the hospital."

Jack again turned his attention to the window. He thought about Magdalenes words. She obviously cared about him, but she was worried that she would lose him. "Don't you worry about me. The wizarding world will find that I am alot harder to kill than my father was. I do want to take care of you, and it does not mean you won't get to sing anymore. I will pay to put up an opera house if I have to. I will always do whatever it takes to see you happy. Though I would preffer not to live in a mansion here. I preffer staying in my fathers house. It helps me to think."

[magdalene]

X.x..x.X.
Nothing ever looks the same in the light
Nothing ever seems to quite turn out right
When you realize that you have been loved
Than you will never be alone
I'm going where the wind blows
Going where the lost ones go

Magdalene could only smile as she was pulled close. Her eyes closed as she rested against him, but looked up at him, the smile still on her face. She wrapped her arms around him, and tossed back her hair from her face that had gotten in the way after she moved. "I'm… not worried about anything…" she said quietly. As his lips touched hers, sparks seemed to fly all over her body and she could feel the whirring in her head, another memory recorded.

"S-Spain…? M-Madrid…?" she stammered out. Even if Spain was close, it was still to far. Glasgow was on the same island, and Mag still felt that it was too far. She never visited though, but still she felt like a piece of her was missing always. "No, she has to come back here, she needs to be home with me… He can find the cure here as well. Paolo is the best doctor in the world, he's just been distraught. If they come back here, everything will be alright." Part of these words were because it was true, this building had both Muggle and magical medical facilities, and her best friend was the best. He just needed time, focus, and persuasion. The other half was a desperation to not be alone after everyone left. She needed them to be here, with her. She seemed to be in a bit of hysterics, that was only because her friend would be moved so far away, and that he was willing do anything to make her happy.

"I don't deserve any of this, Jack. I don't…" she said, getting up. She felt she wasn't worthy of anything. She hadn't been since that day. She didn't deserve to be happy, no matter how much she wanted to be. "I'm still wondering if I'm ever going to wake up, like it's a dream or a nightmare that I'm never going to get out of."