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[Riley Pearson]

It was almost weird showing up at Arden's house. I rarely ever came here.. I don't really know why, but that's just usually what happend. She usually showed up at my house before I showed up at hers. But I thought that maybe it was time I beat her to the chase. Not to mention I sort of felt... obligated to visit her first? Which was why I was walking up to the front porch and then climbing up the small set of steps to her door.
Honestly, I was really quite confused with what was going on. What were we? We liked eachother.. we kissed... What does that entail exactly? I was not good at these sort of things, but I didn't really want to ask her that.. so I guess I would maybe just wait until she brought it up?
When I got up to her door, I knocked lightly on it and then waited. I was assuming that she was home, but who knows.. maybe she isn't. If she wasn't I might just see if the door was unlocked and let myself in. That's allowed, isn't it? I think it is.

[[ sory it's sucky ... I just have to get offline, so I thought I'd make one real quick ]]

[Logan Andrews]

I'm trying to investigate how I might have turned out if I was a normal person.
So far, it's not going so well.
I've established that wandering around aimlessly is not only risky given my current situation, but also rather tedious and I think I might only do that when being inside too long starts to make me feel panicky again.
I've also discovered that thinking doesn't suit me very well either, because I start to worry myself which leads to feeling panicky and more boring, dangerous walking.
I'm trying my hand at reading at the moment, but that's not going so well either. I don't think I have the patience or the attention span to keep it going.

I don't think I like having to admit that my attention span is unsatisfactory. I associate that sort of thing with hyper or mentally deficient people, and I'm neither of those.
I suppose that's just how it is. I wonder why I'm only learning that sort of thing about myself now, when I'm thirty, or nearly thirty. I don't know if my birthday has come and gone yet.

The knock at the door takes me by surprise. I sort of leap up as if I've been electrocuted - although I was sitting rather tensely on the edge of the chair anyway because I don't want to make myself comfortable or anything. The book I was trying to read and had forgotten was still on my lap thumps to the floor and I straighten up at the sudden noise and have to glance around self-consciously to check that nobody saw that embarrassing, jumpy display.
Of course no one did. I don't think Arden's even here at the moment.

So does that mean that I have to get the door?
What if it's someone that I know? Then what? Someone I know who doesn't 'love me like a brother' and therefore will turn me in.
Then I'll regret opening the door. But if I don't open the door and I just ignore it and hope whoever just goes away, then I'll regret it later when I'm still sitting here alone and growing more bored and worked up with every passing second.

But then when I do get the door, it's someone I don't know after all.
I think I'm safe though, I decide after a quick critical once-over. He's here on his own, doesn't look like an auror, and doesn't have a face I recognise.
We're the same height, or thereabouts, but I think I'm a little broader and that's a good thing, but it is hard to tell. He looks healthier than I do though and that's slightly worrying.
I manage to weight this all up in the same time it takes to demand. "Who the hell are you?"

(thanks for making nina. tis lovely. )

[Riley Pearson]

[[ you're welcome I wish it could've been longer.. lol, but I was drawing a blank ]]

I heard noises coming from inside the house. Which I was glad about because that meant that Arden was here and I didn't have to go back home. Going back to my house.. or technically my parent's house since I haven't been staying in my own, meant that I would have to watch the kids and talk to my parents and well.. I just didn't think I had the mental capability to do that today.

After a few noises coming from inside the house, I heard footsteps and a few moments later the door opened. But I was extremely surprised and confused to see a guy who's basically my height standing infront of me, who seems to apparently not be in the best mood from the sound of him. I made a quick glance at the house number, thinking for a moment that I had the wrong house, but that wasn't the case. This was definately Arden's place. I guess even though I didn't come here often, I still knew how to get here.

But who was this guy? There were only a few other guys I could think of being here and they were Fitzy, Travis, or Ian.. None of which it is. Especially since one of them seems to be missing, one's left and the other's dead.

"I could ask you the same thing.." I said back to him a moment later, still eying him curiously, trying to work out who he could be. It's not like she had some unknown boyfriend or brother I didn't know about? I highly doubted that, that was the case.

"Um.. I'm Arden's.." I paused for a moment, trying to think about that for a second, we were exactly dating, nor had we dicussed anything of the such, so friend works I guess. "friend.. Riley."
I pause for another moment, keeping my eyes on him. "So um.. Who're you then?" I asked after another moment, not being able to figure it out.

[Logan Andrews]

I clock the pause between her name and 'friend' and I don't much like it either.
I feel strangely protective and possessive all of a sudden, very primal as well, sort of like bearing my teeth and telling him to fuck off.
"Riley, huh." I settle on saying, blankly and without infliction.
I don't think I've heard that name before. Not that she'd tell me.
We haven't been on the best of terms for the past...decade or two. It sounds like ages when put like that.

"I don't think she's here." I add after a few seconds, temporarily delaying answering that question.
Well, who am I then?
Oh, I'm Logan. If you're the friend in inverted commas, I'm the brother in inverted commas so this should be fun. I'm also an escaped death eater, just so that we've got all that out in the open.
I toy with saying this for a moment and largely for my own amusement, but decide against it.
There's no use tempting fate.

It seems a little stupid to use my own name as well, but I haven't had time to think up something else, so I just don't say anything and hope that he turns and goes away now.
For some reason, I don't think he's the sort of person that's going to press for an answer...at least not straight away; it's probably in the amount of pauses in his speech and generally bemused expression.

(haha, me too. sorry.)

[Riley Pearson]

[ nah, haha, yours was spifftacular ^-^ ]

I nodded again when he repeated my name after me. "Yeah.. Riley Pearson." I said giving my last name now for some reason. He said that he wasn't sure if she was home and I glanced into the house from around him for a short moment. I mean, really, who was this guy?

"Well, um.. Could you check for me?" I asked him, taking another short glance into the house. The place wasn't that big, he could probably just yell for her and she'd hear them. Then again, if that was the case, she could probably hear me speaking too. But he was making me nervous, and well, I wanted to make sure that if she was here, she was okay. Leaving her house when someone I don't recongise is here makes me strangely worried and I wasn't liking the feeling very much.

The guy didn't tell me who he was and I questioned whether or not I should ask him again. By the way he was looking, my guess was that I probably shouldn't ask him again, at least not right away. "A name might help." I said anyway, going against my better judgement and asking again anyway.

[Logan Andrews]

Riley Pearson isn't ringing any bells either.
I don't recognise the surname, which I thought that maybe I might. Unless he's a muggle, because I don't know who she associates with. Or maybe I never paid enough attention to that sort of wizarding family, the mudbloods and traitors and such.
I'm so relieved by this very familiar type of thought that I almost laugh, but instead manage to maintain the same stony expression.

I glance behind me into the house, as if this constitutes of checking.
If she was here, then I haven't seen her in the time I've been here. And if she was here, then she'd hear this conversation and would probably have answered the door in the first place which would have meant that I didn't have to.
I think it's safe to say that she's not here, so I don't dignify his question with a response.

I arch an eyebrow in something close to surprise as he persists. Maybe my perception skills are a little out of it. There's not much call for it when you're locked up in a cell in Azkaban.
"Logan." I go against my better judgement and am honest about it. "I hope that helps."

I drum my fingers idly, sort of nervously, against the inside of the doorframe for a moment, wondering if he's going to leave now.
He seems pretty set on standing there.
"Can I take a message?" I ask with only the smallest hint of sarcastic affability.

(lol, spifftacular?)

[Riley Pearson]

[ lmao, mhm! tis fun to say, hehe ]

He looks back into the house and says nothing. I guess that that was his way of checking, so I just nodded faintly again. I was pretty positive that she wasn't here now, but I still wasn't too keen on leaving until I knew who this guy was.

He arches an eyebrow toward me as I persisted. He probably didn't think that I would actually ask again. HEll, I wouldn't have though that I would've asked again, so I guess that he was sort of right in being surprised.

He gives me his name and my expression changes slightly. I definately know who this is. I had never met him, but I've heard a few things about him Arden. The most recent thing being that he was dead. So I guess that he wasn't.. obviously, since he was standing here, but if he wasn't dead then why wasn't he in Azkaban? Which means he either got out, or he broke out.

I shook my head a little bit. "She told me you were dead." I said, keeping my eyes on him again. So this was Logan.. Unless there were two Logans and I didn't know it.. but I doubted that.

He drums his fingers on the side of door and I wonder if I should leave a message and just leave or if maybe I should stay and talk to this guy. Even though that my guess is that he doesn't really want me here. "Um.. no.. I'm just here to talk to her really.."

[Logan Andrews]

"Did she?" I say thoughtfully.
So, apparently she told him that, but I never knew he existed. I don't think this puts us on level playing field, and I don't really like that either because now I'm the one at a disadvantage.

So if he knows that I'm apparently dead and now he knows that I'm neither dead nor in Azkaban, I don't think I do want him to leave after all. Apparently I should have used a different name.
I drop my arm from the door frame and step back slightly, leaving the door wide open to show that he can come in. I don't want to invite him in, but now I don't want him to go either because now I'm more than a little concerned about how much he's deduced already.

"So wait for her then." I shrug, but I've already turned my back on him and am heading back to where I was sitting before.
Apparently, he missed the sarcasm in the question, which again is reassuring. I wish I had a little more information to go on, because then I'd know how worried I'm supposed to be.

(lol)

[Riley Pearson]

[[ ^^ lol ]]

"Yeah.. She was pretty torn up about it." I told him, nodding slightly. "Thought it was her fault since she stopped visiting you.." I added, wondering just how much I should be trusting him. Then again, Arden was apparently trusting him to stay in her house, so I guess that I could be able to too. Unless she didn't know he was here?

I slightly wondered if he even remotely knew who I was. Or if he thought I was a muggle? I mean, for all he knows, Arden could've been telling me a ton of things that weren't true to cover up everything. But I was glad that wasn't the case. Not that I would care if I was a muggle, I mean, I basically am one since half my family is, but I'm a pureblood and I went to Hogwarts and I know about Azkaban and everything else.

He drops his arm from the door and I nodded when he said I could wait. "Yeah.. think that I will.." I said nodding faintly and walking in after him, shutting the door behind me as I did.

[Logan Andrews]

I don't answer the first little speech apart from to purse my lips briefly in displeasure before ironing out my expression again, but my face is mostly hidden from him at this point because I'm still walking away.

I'm not sure whether I should go and sit in another room now or upstairs or something as he's apparently following me and I don't want to talk to him.
I feel petulant all of a sudden, bordering on the point of being childishly sulky because I've decided I don't like him...whoever the hell he is.

"Alright then." I answer, because I don't want to completely ignore him and it seems like a satisfactory enough answer.
Now all I can hope is that she gets home soon and then I might disappear and leave them to it...whatever 'it' is. Or I might disappear now, but I don't want to do that either because he's put me on edge with whatever it is he might possibly know. He seems unnecessarily clued in, and I'm quite irritated by that fact, so I just sink awkwardly back onto the very edge of the chair and stare very hard at the wall on the other side of the room.

[Riley Pearson]

I don't think that he liked me much.. Either that, or he wasn't much of a talker. Either way, I was really starting to hope that wherever Arden was, she would get home soon because I wasn't very comfortable staying here with him. Not only did I feel obligated to make conversation, I didn't think that he wanted to make it. On top of that, I hated sitting in silence and I was hoping that I wasn't going to have to.

I walked over to another chair, across the room from him and sit down in it, leaning my elbows on my knees as I looked over to him for another moment.
"So um.. she never mentioned me?" I asked after a moment of silence. Really, I guess I couldn't blame her for not mentioning me if she was talking to him in Azkaban. I don't know, I just feel like I should've been even breifly mentioned during conversation.

[Logan Andrews]

"Not that I recall." I don't look back up at him because now I'm determined not to.
There's something about his face that is irritating me now, well not his face exactly, but his expression. I can't even pinpoint it...but it is terribly, terribly annoying.
I can't really do anything about it though, because then Arden would turn me in.
Maybe it's not his face or his expression at all, maybe it's her and whatever it is he is to her. Friend, whatever. That's probably what's annoying me.

I glance down at my hands now, instead of the wall, concentrating on meticulously clicking each joint of each finger in turn. It makes a very loud, very hollow sort of noise like my bones really are snapping, which is kind of weird but also kind of intriguing.
I don't know, I wasn't really in Azkaban all that long but I spent a lot of the time I was in there lying on the floor in the middle of the cell, getting very cold and being very still, which might have had an adverse effect on my health and I probably shouldn't push it more than I already have.

[Riley Pearson]

"Right..." I said quietly, looking down to the floor now. So she's never mentioned me and it defiantely seems like this guy doesn't like me. He doesn't even relatively know me, so why should he be bothered. I don't really understand it. Maybe I just always come off as annoying on first impressions. At least I came off as that when I first met Arden, but really, I was quite annoying then, so I really have no idea.

He starts cracking his knuckles and I looked over to him, having the ten years of being a healer come out for a moment. "You know, that's really not.. good for your joints.." I said, half way through sort of stopping and catching myself because he probalby doesn't hoenstly care one bit about that. I should really watch what I say considering the facts that I do know about him. Mainly that I was sure he was much more capable of hurting me before I could even think about doing something to him. ".. Sorry, nevermind." I added a moment later.

[Logan Andrews]

"Right." I agree.
His quite tone satisfies me on a very malicious level.
So maybe drawing my wand is a sure fire way to make my way back to my cell. It doesn't mean that I have to be completely saintly and not take savage enjoyment in his discomfort, pain, whatever.

I glance up at him as he says this, now frowning because I think he's trying to give me advice that I didn't ask for.
I stare at him for a moment with the most anti-social, condescending look I can muster - which is quite formidable being as I'm still not warming to him, even in the slightest.
"Hmm, nevermind indeed." I agree under my breath, glancing back down at my hands again.
To his credit, I stop cracking my knuckles though.

[Riley Pearson]

I definately wasn't enjoying the look he gave me and it's really starting to bother me that he doesn't seem to like me at all. I didn't do anything to him, so what's his problem? I'm not used to people not liking me and it's slightly annoying. I really wish that I had something to pre-occupy myself with and I wonder if maybe making tea in my best friend's house is rude. I mean.. I know where everything and it's not like I wouldn't clean after I did.

".. Do you have some kind of problem with me?" I asked after a moment, realising I was a bit braver than usual today... either that or just plain stupid. That was my guess actually.

[Logan Andrews]

"Yes." I answer immediately. "I do."
I don't know what it is though, which I don't want to add because it sounds a little bit weird to admit that yes, I really don't like him but I'm still deciding why.
I'm sure I can find a reason.
It could be that he's probably a mudblood, if he's a wizard at all, or a traitor which is even worse than a mudblood. That could be why.
Or because he knows more than I'd like him to and has probably pieced together that I'm not where I'm supposed to be and therefore immediately has some sort of power hanging over my head, which I resent.
Or it could be, God forbid, that I might actually be a little bit jealous. Somehow, it's not fair that Arden is all that I have anymore and that she has him and he's most likely infinitely superior to me in every single way and I hate it.
So, I've just thought of three problems that I have with him in about a second's worth of thought, so imagine all that I could up with if I needed to.

[Riley Pearson]

He said that, yes, he did have a problem with me and I looked at him, waiting for some kind of explanation. I don't want to sound conceited or anything, but what was there to have a problem with? Then again, he doesn't really know me, so he could be thinking things that aren't true, or just assuming the worse. I'm really not positive. After waiting a short length of time, I realise that he wasn't going to say anything, or tell me the problem or problems he seems to have to me and I consider whether or not to ask him.

I raised an eyebrow slightly to him a bit later after he didn't say anything else. Even though I didn't know what his problem was. I did know one thing and that was that I did not really like him. I gave him a try and well, he didn't come off too well.
"So what is it then?" I asked looking at him. "It's not like I'm planning on turning you in."

[Logan Andrews]

"Well, that's a relief." I reply to the second part of what he's said but not the first.
There's no way I'm explaining any of my thought processes to him, not just him but anyone. It's not personal, well, I suppose it sort of is in this case.
"So why not?" I ask.
I want a reason why he won't turn me in now. I've not exactly been endearing myself to him so far, so it better be a bloody good reason or I'm going to have to hedge my bets somehow and make sure that he doesn't turn me in.
That's my main concern. It's a bigger concern than just not liking him, and feeling weirdly possessive over Arden, and whatever else. None of that matters compared to the threat hanging over my head.

[Riley Pearson]

I nodded slightly, just letting him drop why he didn't like me. Whatever it was, it didn't really matter. I didn't much care at this exact moment. I was still curious, but I didn't have to know. He asked me why I wouldn't a moment later and I looked back over to him. "For one, Arden's my best friend.. if not slightly more than that, and she obviously doesn't want you there if she hasn't turned you in yet." I said, giving him that reason and then pausing for a moment. "And my wife.. ex-wife, is there and after seeing what it's like, I honestly don't think many people deserve to be there." Then again, I don't know what he's done, so maybe he does, but nevertheless, I wasn't going to turn him in unless he did something to deserve it.

[Logan Andrews]

I think about this for a moment, sort of leaning back a little bit as if he's suddenly grown and I have to back up to fit him all into my line of sight.
Reasons like that probably wouldn't stop me from turning in someone I didn't like, but then again, this just supports my theory that I'm inferior and I start to like him less.
Although, at least I feel sort of safe again. Not completely, but more than before.
"What did she do?" I ask after a moment, curiously, out of pure interest. "Your ex-wife."
What's bad enough to wind someone up in Azkaban, but not bad enough for him to think she deserves it?
Apparently my brain is processing what he's said backwards though, because I've only just figured what he started by saying.
If not slightly more than that.
I think I'll just save that bit of information for later.

[Riley Pearson]

For once I heard him speak up and after hearing his question, looked over to him. I guess I could answer him, I was slgihtly more comfortable with talking about this now, even if the only other person I told the reason why she was there to was Arden. "She murdered my sister..." I told him a moment or two later, frowning slightly now. "Then I asked her why and apparently it was just because it was her. But um.. being a death eater didn't help her case much." I said looking over to him. But even though, no matter what she did, I would give anything to get her out of there. It was a terrible place and it was killing her and I still couldn't face our kids and tell them where she was. And defintely not why she was there.

[Logan Andrews]

"She murdered your sister..." I repeat this, rolling the phrase contemplatively around my mouth for a moment, wonderingly.
I'm not even sure why it interests me so much, but now we're on the subject I'm fascinated. It's hard to tell from his tone how he feels about this, but that's not why it interests me.
"A death eater?" I ask, now frowning further.
So maybe I should have heard the name Pearson before. But there's no Mrs Pearson's springing to mind. No death eater I know.
I should just stop taking an interest in it and completely let it drop and stop being curious because I'm not interested in death eaters anymore. It takes me a moment to realise that I'm running my right hand lightly over my left forearm through my sleeve.
"So, your death eater ex-wife is in Azkaban for murdering your sister," I say slowly, now carefully lacing my fingers together in case my hands decide to act of their own accord again, "And you and Arden are 'best friends if not slightly more than that'?"

[Riley Pearson]

He repeated what I said and I nodded for an answer, "Yeah.. She was a muggle, might've had something to do with it.. really she was step-sister, but just as close.." I said, frowning slightly. It was just even worse because my brother was also killed by a death eater and honestly, I was running out of family members. When he asked about her being a death eater, I nodded once again, "Yeah.. You might also know her as Servansikk.. maiden name.. she's switched back to it already." I said clarifying that a bit. I was sort of curious whether he knew her or not.

He repeated what I said agian and I nodded, "Yeah.." I said, then slightly taken aback at how he seemed to have quote what I said earlier. "Yeah, but what does mine and Arden's relationship have to do with anything?" I asked curiously, keeping my eyes on him. I saw him run his hand over his left forearm, knowing what he was tracing over, and deciding to just overlook it.

[Logan Andrews]

"Yeah, that might've had something to do with it." Sarcasm creeps back into my voice at this point. I hate muggles and I don't set much aside for sibling loyalty either, so my sympathy doesn't stretch very far. Or at all actually.
"Oh. Servansikk." I've heard that name before, not very often but I've definitely heard it around.

"I'm curious." I reply tightly.
Curious and rather annoyed, and not wanting to know at the same time. And also not wanting to feel so annoyed about it because that's not really a good sign in the long run, because really, it shouldn't matter to me at all.

[Riley Pearson]

I try to overlook his sarcastic tone and just didn't comment on it. Riyann and her always seemed like they were good friends, so I just didn't understand it, but I guess it's just something that I never would understand.
I nodded faintly when he sounded like he might recognise the name. "Yeah.. first name, Riyann." I said keeping my eyes on the floor now.

He said he was curious and looked back up to him. It really didn't bother me talking about it. "So what're you curious about then?" I asked him, pretty much saying that I would be willing to answer his questions. At least the ones I thought wouldn't bother Arden if I answered them.

[Logan Andrews]

I shrug as he tells me her first name. I don't remember first names unless I'm quite well acquainted with the person in question. Surnames suit better a lot of the time anyway.
Plus I'm not that interested anymore. I think I was right about my attention span when I decided on it earlier, which might not necessarily be a good thing.

And then I shrug again, because I don't really want to know.
I sort of want to tell her that if he lays one finger on her then I'll break his legs or something to that extent, but that's another strange urge that I'm just going to supress and pretend that I don't have.

[Riley Pearson]

I shrugged slightly in return, not really having anything else to add to that topic. What else was there that I could possibly? We've basically covered the main points of it and now that I was thinking about it, I don't think I could even pin point how we started talking about it.

I watched him shrug again and I was slightly wondering what he was thinking. But I was wondering if I was assuming correctly in saying that he didn't want me to even be friends with her, let alone something more than that. But then again, that wasn't really his choice. Then again, it wasn't mine either, it was Arden's. ".. Is that one of your problem's with me then?" I asked after a few moments. "That we might be something more?" I asked again, just clarifying what I meant.

[Logan Andrews]

I shrug again, this time more obviously, smiling almost indulgently as if I'm pleased he's practically hit the nail on the head.
But instead of confirming it, I just say. "You tell me."
He can make up his own mind, because I haven't actually figured it all out yet. Patience is a virtue though, or maybe I'll just try not to think about it anymore and that'll work out fine.

[Riley Pearson]

He smiled and I assumed that I was right in thinking that. Even though he didn't exactly confirm my question and he just told me to tell him. That didn't really help me much. ".. Well, I don't see why it matters... unless you have feelings for her or something." I said looking up to him, curiously.

[Logan Andrews]

"I'm sorry, what?"
For the first time, he's actually taken me by complete and utter surprise. The whole carefully pieced together confident expression just sort of slips for a moment and I think I must look quite like an idiot for a few seconds until I can regain it.
"Feelings like what?"