She was sitting across from him, with a look that clearly showed that she was thinking about something. Her darkened blue eyes often flitted from his face to his work, letting Tom know that whatever she was thinking about had something to do with him. Interesting.
He looked to her for a moment before continuing his work, much like he had when she had sauntered in earlier and began to stare at him. He had shrugged her off then, but he soon noticed that her staring had something behind it. He didn't know what she was thinking about, but he guessed that was the point. If she wanted him to know she would say something to him.
Though the way she was acting made Tom believe that she had something on her mind, and would say something to him soon anyway. He could wait.
It was maybe another half hour or so of silence between the two, then Tom looked to Kaitlyn again. She had a decisive look in her eyes, and Tom guessed that she had finally finished thinking.
"Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about for so long, or are you just going to make me wonder?" He asked, staring at the girl in front of him.
She smirked and tilted her head to the side, "Yes, actually. Now I'm just wondering how to ask you something."
"Depends on what you wish to ask," he responded easily, now very interested in what she was thinking about.
Her easy smirk disappeared, her face showing a much more serious expression. "I spoke to Abraxas earlier. He had looked for you, and found me in the library. I had told him where you were, but before he left, I asked him a few questions, mostly because I decided it would be much easier to get out of him than you." She nodded towards Tom then continued.
"I asked him about the so-called death eaters, about why you had such a group, and why it was so important to you that I meet them. I asked about 'Lord Voldemort'. I asked about many things, and his answers interested me, and I of course came for more information. I want you to tell me something Tom, and I want you as truthful as you can be."
She clasped her hands together, resting her chin on top of them, and leaned forward. Her darkened blue eyes showed her seriousness, her voice coming out eerily flat, "I want you to tell me about this war you supposedly started."
And Tom was surprised.
It was a few days later, and Kaitlyn was well. . . Satisfied. Tom had answered her questions, and she sincerely hoped truthfully. She actually agreed with a few of his ideals, though a few she could throw out herself, but she decided to speak with him about it later.
Tom and the "Death Eaters" had left a few hours earlier, him saying something to her about a raid. He had also told her to be careful and stay in the home, telling her he didn't want her found by the people she had said were chasing her. To which she had smirked and told him, "Stay safe, and have a nice time at work, dear." She had been joking, and the face he had made when he left had been priceless.
She laughed lightly, forgetting her book, while thinking about him. Tom. She liked him. She would admit it when he wasn't there. She wasn't sure how much she liked him yet, she just knew she, well, liked him. He gave her a place to live, showed her the magic world did indeed exist, and was kind to her, in his own way.
She smiled, and decided to go back to her reading. As she read, she began to hum. It was a song that was familiar to her, and basically the only thing she remembered of her family. It was a lullaby, from her mother. Well, from what she remembered it was a song in the family, that only loved ones could be told. She wasn't sure why that was one of the few things she remembered, but she cherished it anyway. As anyone would.
"Love me softly. . ." She sang out the last lyric quietly to herself, considering there was no one in the building anyway. She was alone, and though she was a little happy for that fact, she kind of wished that Tom were there. It was a little too quiet for her.
That was until about an hour later a loud cracking sound, much like lightning she decided, came from downstairs. There was sounds of running feet and yelling, and then one distinct voice called, "Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn where are you?" It sounded like Abraxas, and all Kaitlyn did was stare at the open door of the library in confusion, wondering what Abraxas. Then she heard the "Check in the Library," and stood, finally going towards the door.
Stepping out into the hall, she saw the small blond boy running towards her with tears on his face and what looked to be blood on his cheek. Seeing the boy she immediately kneeled and held her hands out towards him in comfort. The boy continued to run to her then gripped her arms like they were the only thing keeping him there.
"Shhh, shhh, sweetheart. Come on, tell me what's wrong." She continued to stare at the boy, wondering what would cause a child to react that way, and have blood on his cheek. Though it didn't help that she thought only Abraxas was allowed in Tom's home, but after a moment of thought she guessed that the invitation must go to the Malfoy family, seeing as the boy had to be Abraxas' son.
The boy hiccupped and tried to calm himself down so he could speak, "L-lady Kaitlyn, the L-lord was hurt and D-daddy needs your help to fix him." He hiccupped again, and watched in slight fear as Kaitlyn's eyes darkened almost immediately.
There were two things she had a problem with. First, she was horribly angered at the fact that Tom made a child, a child, call him Lord. Secondly, the fool had gone out and gotten himself hurt. She wondered how Abraxas was expecting her to help. There wasn't much she could do in the whole healing area.
Taking one last look at the small boy who was still clinging to her, she stood. "Why don't you go in the library for a bit, and I'll come check on you after I help them, ok?" She watched the boy nod and slowly release her to step into the library. After watching him settle in one of the chairs, she rushed downstairs to see what Tom had gotten himself into.
What she saw wasn't what she had expected. What she had expected were a few scrapes and scratches and a little amount of blood.
But, no. There was blood everywhere. On the floor and the walls. Covering both Tom and Abraxas. Kaitlyn wondered how the boy had gotten out of there with just a bit on his cheek.
"Abraxas, what happened?" She yelled, looking between him and the unconscious Tom that was lying on the floor, in a puddle of his own blood.
"Later. The Lord said something to me about you and him having similar magic. If you attempt to push some of your magic into him, we might be able to keep him alive long enough for me to heal him a bit. Do you think you can?" Abraxas looked at her, a noticable fear in his eyes.
All Kaitlyn could do was walk towards Tom, kneel next to him, and take his hand. She looked at the unconscious pained face, then to Abraxas. She almost snarled at the man, but kept herself calm. "I can do more than that." Abraxas blinked at her in surprise as she closed her eyes in concentration.
Abraxas felt it. A large burst of magic that basically sung to him. It was the most beautiful magic he had ever felt besides his Lord's. He knew now what his lord was speaking about with this magic. The only difference was Kaitlyn's felt softer than the Lord's. That was until the magic turned into ice. threatening and almost terrifying, it would be the most horrific feeling in the world, if it were actually pointed at him.
He took a moment to stop thinking about the magic to see Kaitlyn work. Though nothing could contain his surprise when he say all the wounds on his Lord healing easily. The paleness of the man also began to disappear, his color returning to him even though he had lost so much blood. Looking back to Kaitlyn, he really wanted to make the girl stop, but there was really nothing he could do.
The girl had gone deathly pale, and her nose started to bleed. Sweat was starting to roll down her face as she concentrated. Her breathing started getting quicker as if it were getting harder for her to breathe, and she almost looked pained.
Seeing most of the injuries healed, he gently grabbed Kaitlyn's arm and shook her. "Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn, can you hear me? He's ok now. He'll live. You can stop now. Kaitlyn, stop, before you hurt yourself. The Lord wouldn't like it if you got yourself harmed healing him when he would be perfectly fine."
Kaitlyn's eyes finally opened, but she didn't release Tom's hand. She wouldn't, not yet. She had to make sure he was actually ok first. She could feel the blood, her blood, dripping down off of her chin, but she didn't make any move to do anything about it. She just wanted Tom to be ok, before she even thought of taking care of herself.