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[personal profile] darkmum 2014-03-28 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[If he had voiced his complaint once more, Merope would have been likely to point out that Muggle is a fitting name since wizards at best regard them akin to something cute, small and furry, not unlike a pet Kneazle. Maybe better he kept his complaints to himself this time.

Growing more comfortable with their conversation and her conversation partner, Merope catches up so she is walking side by side with him.]
I died on December 31st, 1926. But I spent most of my life in the countryside, it might as well have been the late 19th century there for all the modern inventions we had.

[She falls silent, taking her sweet time to look around since that wasn't the only question Harry had asked, but the only one she has no problem with answering. The other ones... She frowns.] You make it sound terrible when you ask if I liked controlling minds. It wasn't like that. I don't think anyone would do it because they like it, you do it because it is necessary. [She throws him a sullen look, feeling and looking like a wrongly chastised child.] Besides, I only did it once. And I stopped. [If he weren't Barty's friend she would have been loathe to admit it, but he is, so he must be of a more tolerant mindset than, say, that other Harry, the Potter one.]
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[personal profile] darkmum 2014-04-07 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Merope nods happily along with Harry's assessment that you sometimes have to seize control, that's exactly how it is. Finally someone who understands.] I know, there are situations when you need to influence others for their own good. [She gazes into the distance, sighing quietly. She keeps wringing her bony hands to work through some of the agitation this conversation is causing.] But it's so hard to explain! You are right, there is no way to make it sound any less than awful and if he doesn't want to listen...

[Oh wonderful, now there are tears prickling in her eyes and she had been so determined not to come across as weepy or weak. She sniffles loudly and shakes her head.] Never mind, Harry, it doesn't matter now. Why don't you tell me about that power of yours. Is the building over there the library?