Thread: The Dirty Part of Physics [ClockworkCadence ║ Ryees]

A narrowing in Sherlin's eyes brought his focus away from the story and to Olivia herself. The scrutiny that had faded during her reminiscing had returned, but now it was focused on her eyes. He was searching for something in those pools. A minute passed. Two. Four. He did not speak, but the pressure that seemed to be coming off of him in waves held the silence as if in a steel vice. When he finally spoke, the contrast made his low, quiet words seem booming. Explain to me how you killed him. Despite the heavy atmosphere threatening to crush her lungs, Olivia held his gaze confidently, a calm yet tense demeanor settling on her featuresat least, until his question shocked her into wide-eyed disbelief. What? She responded automatically, caught off guardof all the responses he could have given, she certainly didn't expect him to focus in on that one particular detail. It wasn't quite something you asked someone about. However, she quickly found herself recovering from the initial surprise of his words as her brows furrowed, gaze scrutinizing, probing for answers. Why? Sherlin shrugged, dismissive and off-handed, and leaned back in his chair. I really just want to see if you would, he chirped, bracing his chin on his thumbs again. I have to say, though, it is nice to get through that shell, finally. You are so... He shook his head, searching for a word. ...polite. It's annoying. If I wanted to speak to a robot there are sites for thatby the way can your spells passno never mind you'll find that in the next lessonanyway, I digress. Sherlin leaned forward on his elbows. The glint of challenge sparkled in his slate-green eyes, and he folded his hands down to rest in his elbows. You have now told me why your sister wants you here, and why MaCUSA wants you here. You have neglected to tell me why you want to be here. He tapped his wand on the desk and a group of images floated up from the dust, crystalline sparkles turning to color and forming shapes. A young girl the MaCUSA logo a pair of people shaking hands and a wand, Olivia's wand, all gently rotating around each other. Sherlin's eyes glanced to hers, then to the classroom, and he muttered, Don't worry about them seeing this, they will only see us sitting at a desk speaking. And besides, he added with a derisive, dismissive wave of his hand, most of them would be too dense to read into it anyway. The images cycled around towards Olivia, one by oneand one by one, Sherln's wand slashed through them until only Olivia's wand remained. The particles from the others coalesced on the desk as a pile of books that kept building up higher and higher towards the wand, and a tiny, crystalline Olivia climbed that ever-growing mountain hand-over-hand. Before a liaison, before a sister, before an Auror... you are a witch . His wand tapped the desk the mountain of books fell over, but the tiny Olivia waved her wand, a broom flying in from off-screen and catching under her legs. You have your own ambitions and projects and goals, no doubt. A pair of hippogrifs floated into frame, snapping their beaks at the tiny Olivia who was forced to dodge and roll and duck around them. Eventually, she perched on her feet on her broom, standing on the thin wood shaft as it slowly ascended. Finally, she jumped, her hand clenching around the floating wand in her crystalline sky. Why are you here?