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Post by Becky Stanton on Oct 1, 2006 21:20:10 GMT -5
Becky looked worried. "Greyback is the one who turned him, right? The mean one? I'm glad you're there to help Zander. Do you know... if he's seeing someone? You two aren't... a couple or anything, right?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 1, 2006 22:32:58 GMT -5
Vincent looked at Isabella. "I... I hope we get back together. I sent her away. It was kind of stupid of me, I guess, but I didn't want to burden her with my... condition... in case it doesn't get better. I still haven't felt a thing in my legs. I don't want her stuck caring for me for the rest of her life."
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Post by Chloe Owen on Oct 2, 2006 17:08:50 GMT -5
Chloe nodded. "Yeah that's Greyback, and," Chloe sighed, "he is sort of seeing someone, and no we're not a couple. That's the last thing on my mind."
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Post by Becky Stanton on Oct 2, 2006 21:17:57 GMT -5
Becky nodded. "I mean, it would be OK if you were... but it's just as well you're not," she said. "But you say he is seeing someone?" She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "I shouldn't be upset about it, I know. We've been over for a few months now... and I've pretty much given up any hope that we could get back together. But I do miss him. We had some really good times together before he was turned." Tears started to fill her eyes. "Um, I'll be back, Chloe," she said. "I just have to... get something in the back." She turned and walked quickly into the back, feeling like a pathetic fool.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 2, 2006 22:51:23 GMT -5
"Vincent, that's crazy. Emily loves you. She wouldn't mind helping you, even if she has to do it forever. I'm sure of it. She loves you the way I love Voltaire. If something happened to him and he needed someone to take care of him, I wouldn't leave his side. Do you want me to talk to Emily for you?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 2, 2006 22:52:31 GMT -5
Vincent shook his head. "No, Isabella, you don't have to do that..." He sighed. "Look, I need to do this on my own, OK? I just want to get better and be the man she fell in love with."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 2, 2006 22:56:47 GMT -5
"You mean the one that's not afraid to get help from the person he loves? The one who wouldn't let his pride get in the way of his relationship? Is that the man Emily fell in love with? Honestly, you men and your pride. Don't you know that when a woman loves a man, she'll do anything to help him. Just like you want to protect her, she wants to help you. So let her. I'll talk to her later, OK? Let me find out what she's thinking. You're going to heal faster if you have someone to lean on, Vincent." She finished her plate of pickles. "Oh, these are so good... do you think the waitress would bring me some more?" she asked as she began to eat her sandwich.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 5, 2006 21:36:01 GMT -5
Vincent smothered a laugh. Isabella's hormones were clearly out of control. She was not acting at all like herself. But she had some good points. And she clearly loved her husband. "You're right," he said softly. "Do you mind talking to her?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 21:24:10 GMT -5
"No, I don't mind at all," Isabella said, eating another spoonful of the beef noodle soup. "Oh, this soup is so good, you should try it. Anyway, Vincent, really, you shouldn't be so proud... just let Emily be there for you. You're going to heal from this, you'll get better and you're going to want her by your side when you do."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 21:26:06 GMT -5
Vincent looked at the array of soups in front of her. "Are you going to eat all of those?" he asked. "Mind if I try this one?" He pointed at the chicken and spaetzle soup.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 21:27:29 GMT -5
"Oh, no," she said distractedly, "not at all. Help yourself, really. I just didn't tell Voltaire what kind I wanted, since I hadn't actually looked at a menu. So he got them all for me... isn't he the sweetest?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 21:29:32 GMT -5
Vincent chuckled as he pulled the bowl of soup to the spot in front of him. "Yeah, he's great," he said. he sighed. "I guess you're right about Emily... but... what if I don't get better?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 21:32:35 GMT -5
Isabella shook her head. "Vincent, don't even talk like that," she said. "You're going to get better, I know it. And you know what? Even if you don't, that doesn't mean you're helpless. Lots of people live perfectly full and capable lives after being paralyzed. And you're out of your mind if you think that Emily will love you less just because you can't walk. But Vincent, you will walk again."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 21:43:17 GMT -5
"Thanks, Isabella," Vincent said. "I wish I could be so sure. I don't think this physical therapy thing is working too well. I still haven't felt anything at all in my legs."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 21:44:39 GMT -5
"Just give it time, Vincent. You will. You need to give your body time to heal." She looked at him curiously. "So... that Tai Lee... did she say anything to him? What happened there?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 21:46:20 GMT -5
"Isabella, you don't need to be threatened by her. Voltaire was not happy to see her. He told her to leave and that he was in love with his wife. He loves you, and she was just one of those mistakes we all make in the past."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 21:47:16 GMT -5
"Well, I never made any such mistakes," Isabella said, frowning. "How about you, Vincent? Did you ever go out with someone you considered a mistake?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Oct 9, 2006 21:49:55 GMT -5
"Well, yeah," Vincent said. "There was this girl back in Hogwarts... she didn't have a brain in her head. She just clung to me because I was a Quidditch champion. But if she showed up today and begged me to take her back, I'd throw her out on her ear, which is just what Voltaire was trying to do. That kiss.... she just grabbed him and he never even had a chance to fight back. But he would have. Don't worry, Isabella. Voltaire loves only you."
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Post by Becky Stanton on Oct 9, 2006 21:53:44 GMT -5
Becky walked up just then with Vincent's order. "Here you go," she said cheerfully. "Can I get you anything else?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 9, 2006 21:54:34 GMT -5
"Oh, could you bring me some more pickles?" Isabella said. "These were just what I needed. And maybe a glass of pumpkin juice?"
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