Jack Sparrow: The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that some day.
~Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
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"Sorry about your Grandfather," he says dryly.
"I'm not," she says and then instantly covers her mouth.
Seamus fights back a slight wince and settles on, "well, you should be."
This sort of moral guilt isn't getting to Parvati, and he knows it. She looks away and shrugs, looking unconcerned.
"Are you going to the funeral?" He asks, suddenly.
She meets his eyes and takes a sip of lemonade, "I don't want to, Seamus. I really don't want to. But Father, as much as he hated the jerk insists we all go and give the appearance of a solid front, or whatever you want to call it."
"Hmm," Seamus says thoughtfully, "well, I think you're wrong."
"Dad wants to spread his ashes near the pond near our Manor, I say no. I say we spread them right near Azkaban where the old crackpot belonged. Never got caught, dirty bugger."
"You're quite awful," Seamus says, looking partly amused "You really are."
"Well," she says, "that's how I feel. I'm not like my Father...I can't be kind when I need to be, I don't forgive him, Seamus, and that's the saddest part."
"Did he torture..."
"....yes."
"Did he kill...."
"...yes."
"Did he drink the blood?"
"...yes."
"Did you love him...?"
"...possibly."
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