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"My name is Talia... um... Jones. When I came home and found my house torn up like this"-she gestured towards the now conspicuous holes in the roof and walls, broken windows, and torn up furniture-" I immediately suspected anybody hanging around the property. I didn't really mean to give you a shiner." She said apologetically to Fred. He nodded and gave her a mock hurt look.
"What I want to know is how George got here. Did you show him the same hospitality you showed me?" said Fred with a twinkle in his eye. Talia laughed, and then looked sad and pensive, as if she couldn't allow herself the fineries of life such as laughter.
"No." said George. "I, obviously the less socially challenged of us two," he said, looking at Fred "managed to communicate our innocence somehow to her, even while held at wandpoint the entire time." he said, poking fun.
"I told you, I really am sorry." said Talia in a fake pleading tone of voice.
"Why was the dark mark over your house?" continued Fred eagerly.
"Er... "Talia faltered, pulling her sweater sleeve down to cover her forearm. "I have no idea." she continued somewhat quickly. "My family is pureblood, as am I."
"Then why aren't you at wizarding school?" George said, curious.
Why aren't you? she thought but withheld as she considered it rude. "I was tutored, taught everything I'd need to know by the..." she stopped abruptly, having almost completely let her guard down, "the... nearest priest or um.... scholar around where my parents worked. They took me traveling a lot. Researchers, you know." she said, lies flowing more freely now.
"Where are they now?"
Shit! she thought, her mind racing. "Um... they were killed in a floo powder accident." She said lamely, trying to look innocent and sad while holding her emotions together and searching for acceptance of her story on their faces. "And you're living here.... alone?" said George doubtfully. "I can take care of myself!" she spat out defensively. "Right." murmured Fred to George, so only he could hear. "and finding the dark mark over her house means her life's just normal and peachy keen, right?" George snickered, though a slight uneasiness settled on his mind. Talia looked at the two of them. "This house is not safe past tomorrow morning. Do you have travel plans?" she asked. "Yes, we are going to-" started George, cut off by a kick from Fred. "Why do you ask?" "I need to leave this place, and have no companions to travel with. If you would accompany me, I'd be very much obliged." She looked at them again, with doubtful looks on their faces. "Please could you let me tag along?" she said acting submissive. "Well... "said Fred. I guess that one more in our party couldn't hurt, but I warn you, we're a wild pair." He said, winking. u "Oh, I think I can handle two redheads." She said, her spirits lifting immensely at the twins' compassion. "There's an adjoining bedroom there- she pointed- so you two have the privelege of having two beds." "Oy, Fred-"she heard George say as she left the room for the evening She paused outside the doorway, waiting to hear what they would say. "Yeah?" Fred responded. "Do y'think the girl's trouble?"
Her throat swelled up, and she got a tremendously sick feeling in her stomach. If only they knew.
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