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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 20:46:19 GMT -5
Lawyers! Yes, the Montgomery attorneys would get her out of this. Thank Merlin. "I have a lawyer," she said softly. "My friend Samantha can call them."
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Post by Thomas Aaron Graham on Jan 21, 2017 20:52:49 GMT -5
"Samantha." he repeated and the quill wrote the name down, "What is her last name, and how should we reach her? Owl? Patronus? Telephone?"
He asked, eager to get the whole fiasco over with.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 21:09:19 GMT -5
For a moment she considered showing a little modesty but if there was ever a time to flaunt around the name Montgomery this would be it. And as she wasn't sure where her painting was, she hardly felt bad about it as she lifted her chin ever so slightly.
"Samantha Montgomery," she answered. "You can call her or send a patronus, either way I'm not waiting around for a ruddy owl to deliver the message." Lyra gave him the telephone number on which Samantha could be reached and then twisted her fingers in her lap hoping her friend wouldn't be too upset with her.
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Post by Thomas Aaron Graham on Jan 21, 2017 21:25:06 GMT -5
"Samantha Mont-" he paused, the name sounded familiar. He couldn't place it at first, but as the quill continued to write the name, as well as record the number she gave it came to him.
But it couldn't be the same Samantha Montgomery.
"Caleb's sister?" he asked his voice turning hard all of a sudden, "Professor Renneau. From the school." he clarified.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 21:28:34 GMT -5
She looked up from her hands hesitantly. The officer's voice had changed and not in the way she was expecting at the sound of Samantha's name. She blinked at him before slowly saying, "yes."
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Post by Thomas Aaron Graham on Jan 21, 2017 21:37:45 GMT -5
Graham nodded. He knew the Montgomery family had money. He didn't care. "Very well. We'll call her."
There was no point in asking for a statement or any other kind of information. Montgomery money could buy the station and then some. There was no need to take it any further.
"I'll escort you back to the other room to wait."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 21:53:33 GMT -5
"The other room?" Lyra didn't fancy going back into the holding cell with the deranged looking witch that kept shooting daggers from her eyes at everyone in her path. Or the snoring old woman. "Can't I stay in here? I thought you had questions."
She walked with him back to the holding cell and nearly cried as she saw that not only were the two witches still there, but there was also a third witch who'd since been brought in. She looked to be in about her thirties, her arms, chest, and neck covered in tattoos. Her hair was wiring and her teeth, well, the ones she had left were yellowed.
Lyra had seen the wizard's holding cell on her way in, and knew she had the better of the two, but it gave her little consolation as she the door slammed shut behind her and the two witches who were awake turned in her direction. Lyra's dress was torn and her heels were muddy. She had thin cuts up her arms from climbing over the broken glass in the window and her face was stained with tears. But it was still quite evident that Lyra had money and the two mean looking witches did not. Lyra sat nearest the door quietly and prayed Samantha would come soon.
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Post by Thomas Aaron Graham on Jan 21, 2017 21:56:11 GMT -5
"You're waiting for your lawyers." he replied.
He left then, noticing her wounds. He didn't like Samantha's brother, and heaven knew Lyra had caused him enough trouble that night, but he didn't like seeing anyone injured. He returned quickly enough.
"For your injuries." he said handing her the potions and bandages.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 22:09:55 GMT -5
She turned to the door expectantly, hoping that Sam had arrived already. She even stood as she saw the Officer Graham again, thinking he had come to retrieve her. He offered her some first aid items and Lyra's heart sank as she looked down at the potion and bandages. "Thanks," she said softly as she took them and returned to the bench.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 21, 2017 22:39:52 GMT -5
Heads would roll. Or they didn't have to. Instead of a grand march of lawyers and other professionals, Nik walked calmly into the precinct.
He gave his name at the desk and was directed to Lyra.
"You look like sh*t." he deadpanned.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 22:50:51 GMT -5
Lyra's head whipped around to face him and stood quickly. "Nik! Thank Merlin." She rushed to hug him, ignoring his insult in her relief.
It felt like she had been sitting in the holding pen with those women leering at her for several hours, though she knew it hadn't been that long. She was so thankful to see Nicolas that she didn't even question whether or not he had brought a lawyer with him.
"Get me out of here," she pleaded.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 21, 2017 23:06:32 GMT -5
"That's the general idea yes." he said exasperated. He returned her hug, but he was annoyed.
Graham returned with a clipboard and some forms. "Just sign here...and here." he said showing Nik where he needed to mark the document.
Nik signed the forms.
"Alright, that's it. You're free to go Ms. Newbury."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 23:15:23 GMT -5
Lyra was well aware that Nicolas was not pleased with her and she kept her head down as they waited for the paperwork that issued her release. She chewed on her lower lip anxiously as Nicolas signed all of the papers and the officer looked it all over to ensure nothing had been missed. Finally, he said she could go.
"What about my painting?" she asked impatiently. If they had ruined it in any way Lyra wouldn't need Sam's lawyers to make heads roll.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 21, 2017 23:26:18 GMT -5
"It's in the carriage." Nik replied shortly. "Let's get out of here." he said just as terse before guiding Lyra to the exit and with a clever masking charm avoided the press along the way to the carriage which was parked behind the building.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 23:34:56 GMT -5
She kept her head down as they walked and when she climbed into the carriage she scooted across the seat to the corner and looked at her shoes in an attempt to avoid a lecture from Nik. She could sense something coming. Even when he was walking her out of the precinct she could feel it. Lyra had messed up. Again. It might not have been as bad as nearly dying, but it certainly wasn't good.
She wanted to thank him for coming to get her. But she didn't. She wanted to apologize for making a mess of things. But she didn't do that either. She fidgeted with her fingers on her lap and waited for him to speak, or better yet, for them to arrive at the castle where she could escape to the privacy of her room.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 21, 2017 23:41:27 GMT -5
"Breaking and entering?" he asked after a few minutes of angry silence. "What the f*ck, Lyra?" he asked, his tone matching his mood.
The last thing he had expected this morning when he woke up was that he would be bailing Lyra out of jail for trespassing on Julian's property. For damaging a window. Of all things. What the hell was she thinking?
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 21, 2017 23:47:52 GMT -5
"Costa wouldn't let me in," she said in meager defense of her actions. "I tried to be polite and ring the door, but what was I supposed to do when he shut the door in my face?"
She sulked a moment before adding, "I had to take the painting back, Nik. I couldn't stand to keep it but the thought of throwing it away..." Her lip quivered.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 21, 2017 23:53:34 GMT -5
"Well obviously the answer would then be breaking a priceless stained glass window in the chapel and cutting yourself to all hell while trying to shimmy through in a skirt and heels." he retorted hotly, having no sympathy for her actions.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 22, 2017 0:18:50 GMT -5
"I only wanted to take it back!" she yelled at him. "Costa wouldn't let me! The officer wouldn't let me! Julian won't bloody let me! I needed to get rid of it, Nik!"
She hadn't chosen the chapel window on purpose. It was simply the one furthest from the room with the light on where she knew the house elves were. There was a method to her madness, but it was madness all the same.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 22, 2017 0:30:25 GMT -5
The carriage stopped and after giving Lyra a disgusted look, he exited the carriage. They weren't at the Montgomery Estates. Nik had brought her to Julian's.
He was so annoyed with her he didn't even offer her a hand out of the carriage.
"Fine." he said buttoning his designer jacket, "Be quick about it."
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