Thread: Adderstrike(HP)Church/Moon

Blake couldn't believe the fact that Harry had said he was so close of Zach. That he was a close advisor and friend, that he had raised him and saved him from whatever hell-hole he had been in before. If that was true there shouldn't be a way to persuade him that he could be accused of doing what they claimed. A sigh left his lips. This was all just so much to take in at one time. At first the name Grindelwald hadn't seemed familiar to him, though when his first name accompanied a quick glimmer of recognition sparked in his eyes though he tried to make sure it wasn't noticed by the other. He didn't really feel like going through an interrogation by them just yet. If they were saying he had done such bad things why weren't they more wary of him? How did they know that Zach hadn't brainwashed him to follow in his footsteps and complete his mission? He remembered the initials 'GG' somewhere. Where had it been? It was on something in Zach's things and he had asked about it once, Zach saying it was someone from the old days he needed to return a few things to. Surely he would know that he wasn't dead if he spoke about the man that way. Blake kept his questions to himself, thinking that if Adderstrike trained double agents he could do a little of his own spying right under their noses. He would go along with them but he had to prove that Zach hadn't done the things they had claimed, no matter the evidence they said they acquired. Blake nodded at the King I would like to look them over. I knew him well, I like to think I could see something that may have been overlooked he said, smiling sadly. It was a far reach but he still had a glimmer of hope and he would cling to it until it proved itself or he squished it. They were the first to come and the last to go, the King seeming to take interest in all of the children there. They all regarded him highly, that much was clear. It didn't seem as though they took advantage of the position they were in. They may have if Harry hadn't been there watching but somehow he doubted it. He stood and followed him through hallways, glad that they wouldn't be taking another elevator. He didn't think his heart could take having to ride one everyday he was there. Blake glanced down at the key that had been pressed into his hand, it was old and worn as well as small, wondering why they still even used keys. Surely they could just use their magic on the locks. He stuck his head in and looked around the room quickly, taking note of what was in there and where they were placed. For some reason he was surprised at their generosity to a complete stranger. If he hadn't had anything to do with Zach they wouldn't have any reason to speak to him at all, let alone give him a room, food, and clothes. The black boy was fairly large. Magic or not he didn't particularly want to start something with him. Probably why they had him doing it. Blake didn't have a problem with the rules. They were simple enough and wouldn't be hard to follow. He knew how to follow rules from his childhood when he had been punished for no reason, and then Zach who had few rules, similar to Adderstrike, and he wouldn't be happy if Blake even came close to bending one of the rules. He looked back at the King as the man stared at him, not saying anything until the other spoke. Nothing about the green-eyed male stuck out about him. Sure, he looked like others he had met before but all street kids had the same aura about them, they could recognize each other easily, it was a sort of protection instinct they all had somehow learned. Blake had lost the other's words in his own thoughts, not realizing that he had finished speaking until he was walking away wait! Can I ask you something...in private? he asked, biting his lip a little. There was something about this King that made his dominant, arrogant nature to calm, very similar to the way that Zach could handle him. Once the door was closed he looked to the other were you..............romantic.....with him? he asked nervously. He didn't know how much older they were than him, if any. He knew Zach was a few years older than him but he wondered how close their relationship had gotten, if it had progressed in a similar way to Blake's. He didn't know what this information would give him emotionally but he felt inclined to ask. He didn't even know if it was something that he would even care to share with him. And what is your name? Snape didn't know if they had changed Kings or not so he never shared any names he explained. Did they go by their names or did they only respond to 'my lord' as Snape had used. Once Harry was gone Blake paced in the room a little, touching the clothing and the other surfaces. He wasn't anywhere near tired just yet, going into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, exiting and letting his jacket slide off his frame. He examined it to make sure nothing had happened to it, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply to get some of the scent of Zach to calm him down. What would you think if you knew I was here? I didn't come willingly, just so you know, and I'm only staying so that I can prove you didn't kill anyone. God I miss you he whispered and set the jacket on the bed. He put the wand in his back pocket, hiding the knives in various locations, no matter what the rule was about no stealing. Zach's jacket already had a spell on it to burn whoever tried wearing it other than Blake, something he had come up with on his own, very proud of it. Though he didn't know what their rule was about 'lights out' he still decided that he didn't really want anyone knowing where he was going, stepping out of his room, a spell keeping his footsteps silent. He moved quickly through the halls, finding a stairwell and going up, up and up again. He quit when he reached the top, opening the door onto the roof of the building. He went out onto the open area, looking around to see where the building was actually located at. It wasn't far from where he had grown up as a kid, he had actually probably run by this building before, not even realizing that it could have ended his misery. He laid down on the ground, looking up at the stars and thinking about what he was doing. Is this all his life would come to? He closed his eyes and ended up falling asleep there on the roof, not stirring until the morning when the sun came up, rubbing his face and watching the sun rise over the decrepit buildings. He headed back downstairs into the throng, unknowing what would come of him. He wondered to himself if anyone had even noticed his disappearance through the night.