Back To My Real Home PV L. Fillestar Closed

The girl nodded, "We all managed to get out of there just fine. Just bumps and bruises I guess. They're both still aurors and everything..." she shrugged a bit, "Its just weird, I guess. I don't really know him, I was really small when he was sent away and I just never questioned it until I forgot about it completely. But now that he's back, I don't really know what to do."

Propping her elbow on the window sill, Illowy rested her temped against her palm and chewed her lip a moment, "I don't know if I ought to tell my mom about what happened... she and I don't really talk about much of anything anymore. Plus, she never tells me anything important... I don't know. Its just all just utter maddness."

Illowy wasn't sure why she was placing this whole ordeal on the shoulders of a boy she barely knew, but it just needed to be said out into the air. Talking to Kyle about it made her nervous knowing he'd ever get insanely over protective or he might get angry about it all together given it was his parents her father was trying to kill, "Sorry... I know this is all kind of heavy to hear a stranger rant about..." she spoke sheepishly.

Lamik wasn't entirely sure how to answer. When he had first entered the carriage, the boy hadn't expected to have a conversation of this type. One that was underlined with sadness, or maybe even fear. The boy looked out of the window of the train, wondering if there was anything that he would be able to say to make Illowy feel better. He honestly doubted it- they had only met once before, and that wasn't really enough to understand how someone ticked. The young Gryffindor did like to think that he was pretty good at reading people and talking to them though, so he was definitely determined to try.

After doing his best to find something to say, Lamik spoke: "No, no, it's ok. I dont mind heavy, and even if I did, it's important to be open about issues you have, I guess." Another few seconds and he turned his gaze back to Illowy with a small frown. "And you should definitely tell your mom. She has to know because she probably knows how to handle this better then you- not that you dont, I dont actually know if you do, its just that she is an adult... and I guess better prepared for a situation like this."

Illowy listened to him quietly as he gave his advise. Nodding softly as she let her pale stare draw to the window. Being on the side of the compartment she was, it was like watching everything fall past and getting further away, as opposed to watching their destination rushing closer. The young witch figured he was probably right, that she ought to tell her mother what had been happening since the beginning of the school year. Surely her mother would know the best way to deal with the situation.

Another part wasn't sure though. While Illowy had always held her mother on such a high pedestal as someone to aspire to be like, all of these new discoveries had broken so much of her trust in her mother. Especially with how she'd handled the events of the summer, finding out about what had happened to Kyle, how she'd nearly been killed, if not infected... her mother barely held a conversation with her since beyond what was necessary, "You're probably right..." she admitted aloud.

The girl chewed her cheek as she thought before speaking once more, "I'm just worried. I never questioned about my father growing up. I barely gave him a thought until these letters, and there was so much I had to snoop around for just to find out. But now I know, and I don't want her to take it away again, I guess."