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Aug. 3rd, 2011 11:41 amWe're at the rendezvous point outside Moddey Dhoo, but Arabella isn’t letting us in. In fact, she came outside and gave us a piece of her mind. She wants more assurances that our unexpected guest is who she says she is before letting her into the sanctuary.
Personally, my gut's telling me to believe the woman. Her full name is Mellisandra Ollivander Peaby, but she's been going by her married name. Her husband was a muggleborn, James Peaby, and when the troubles started, the two of them saw the way things were going and tried to slip out of the country, illegally, but they were caught. They were separated after the arrest, and she later heard he died. As Sirius said, her cousin then turned against her, testifying to denounce her for betraying her pureblood ancestry. And furthermore, once she was sent to the camps, she suspects he pulled strings to make sure that she got the worst possible assignments. Sheer spite. Guess he really doesn’t approve of mixed marriages.
She was moved around a lot, but she ended up at Lincoln five years ago. It's clear she's had a very hard time of it. She’s thirty-five, but she looks maybe ten to fifteen years older, with greying hair, careworn hands and calloused feet (no shoes). I've learned not to make sudden moves around her, because she's been flinching every time I got near her. If she's been working under Carrow for the past month or two, no wonder. And I'm sure Frank's aggression yesterday didn't help.
Arthur, why don't you check the records to verify the details. She was married on March 13, 1979 to James Peaby in Laughton, West Lindsey. He died sometime in the early months of 1993. She's assigned out of Lincoln, and I assume her records will show information about her arrest and her previous camp assignments.
She says she does want to work on making wands. She had a mess of stuff tucked into a tissue in the pocket of her tunic when she arrived, the threads she'd plucked from the tapestry. Unicorn hairs, she hopes. Otherwise, she was carrying nothing.
Arabella pointed out that even if we believe her, maybe the best place for her is Sherwood after all. We have to be dead certain about anyone we let into our innermost sanctuary, and I think the fact that she has a family member who's a deatheater worries her.
I did ask Melli why she thought we should trust her. 'They killed my Jimmy,' she said in a flat, dead voice. 'They stole ten years of my life. And I'll do anything, anything to help kick those bastards out of power.'
Personally, my gut's telling me to believe the woman. Her full name is Mellisandra Ollivander Peaby, but she's been going by her married name. Her husband was a muggleborn, James Peaby, and when the troubles started, the two of them saw the way things were going and tried to slip out of the country, illegally, but they were caught. They were separated after the arrest, and she later heard he died. As Sirius said, her cousin then turned against her, testifying to denounce her for betraying her pureblood ancestry. And furthermore, once she was sent to the camps, she suspects he pulled strings to make sure that she got the worst possible assignments. Sheer spite. Guess he really doesn’t approve of mixed marriages.
She was moved around a lot, but she ended up at Lincoln five years ago. It's clear she's had a very hard time of it. She’s thirty-five, but she looks maybe ten to fifteen years older, with greying hair, careworn hands and calloused feet (no shoes). I've learned not to make sudden moves around her, because she's been flinching every time I got near her. If she's been working under Carrow for the past month or two, no wonder. And I'm sure Frank's aggression yesterday didn't help.
Arthur, why don't you check the records to verify the details. She was married on March 13, 1979 to James Peaby in Laughton, West Lindsey. He died sometime in the early months of 1993. She's assigned out of Lincoln, and I assume her records will show information about her arrest and her previous camp assignments.
She says she does want to work on making wands. She had a mess of stuff tucked into a tissue in the pocket of her tunic when she arrived, the threads she'd plucked from the tapestry. Unicorn hairs, she hopes. Otherwise, she was carrying nothing.
Arabella pointed out that even if we believe her, maybe the best place for her is Sherwood after all. We have to be dead certain about anyone we let into our innermost sanctuary, and I think the fact that she has a family member who's a deatheater worries her.
I did ask Melli why she thought we should trust her. 'They killed my Jimmy,' she said in a flat, dead voice. 'They stole ten years of my life. And I'll do anything, anything to help kick those bastards out of power.'