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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

A humble book store that did business within Oliphant Lane, often it stocked up on wizarding authors not entirely for magical means. After all, there were academicals and life experiences that everyone who had been a writer wanted to share. Whether it was the Muggle world or Wizarding world everyone had a bit of something to pass on for others to read. Dylan found this an interesting concept though if he had to be frank, Australia seemed to be much larger in concepts of interest than he was accustomed to experiencing. 

There just seemed to be less things focused on in this part of the world than back home and definitely much more than back at the United Kingdom where blood ties ruled ones every day life and view in their world. As the man allowed for his eyes to gaze at the various selections one caught his eye that caused his eyebrow to curve upwards in curiosity and partial amusement. "What's this. . .?" The tone of voice was low but strong while a hand grasped out to the books binding to examine it closely. "So the little Hufflepuff is actually a novelist. That is. . . Shocking but perhaps expected?" As he pressed the book back into place it seemed several of them had been lined up in a form of series, each one preceded the other in proper order. 

"I am curious. . ." He had watched her time as an investigator and he wondered how much of the behind the scenes did she notice? The things that she romanticized on about her time against criminals? Had she noticed those that still wanted her dead following her? The Dark Avenger that ended their lives just so she could have one aside from the danger she willingly invited? Though that was the major picture for him, none should be forced to deal with danger they never asked or anticipated on getting into but life was hardly ever so kind as to leave a person out from such a life rocking existence. 

The deeper secret was that he admired her for the strength and resolved she had built up. Even after losing most of her family she pushed herself through school and at the loss of her brother and his wife she even managed to take on watching the other child he managed to save. . . Albeit at a stroke of guilt rather than him being a good person. Slowly he started to collect the novels that had 'Sullivan, C.' printed on the edge of the binders that related to the crime novelist as he made his way towards the front of the shop and gently placed them onto the counter. "How much do I owe you?" The accent of his still held a hint of the Irishman that he was but the years and travel had dulled most of it away. 

"Oh! It seems you've been 'Sullivanized!'" The Shop Keeper responded almost as if to nod at the good taste in the choice. Dylan, however, arched his eyebrow once more caught off guard completely by the fan-boy before him. "I. . . Beg your pardon?" The much younger man than himself nodded again as a nearly starry eyed glaze shifted over his pupils. "Oh yeah, man! There's like. . . This massive net cult following of all her stuff. You should see the fan writings based on her work! I uh. . . Do a little myself!" 

What else could the red-haired man do but blink several times in bewilderment? He knew people tended to be a bit. . . Crazy with their fan fictions and their knack for forum roleplay's but to think that one would actually do that about something that had loose real-life encounters? That was probably a bit too much under his own personal opinion. "That's nice. ..? No, I'm not 'Sullivanized'. Just. . . Ah, call it a form of curiosity. I am just wondering what kind of content could have an expanding series." It'd be too weird to say he knew her, perhaps even had been one of the reasons she started to write and get into the field she did, which in this circumstance wasn't something to brag about anyways. The fact he had blood on his hands would never leave his mind and his hands would always feel dirty no amount of 'good tidings' he had given to others in the past years.

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Usually Caitlin would prefer to order any books that she might need, but the woman still wasn't too comfortable with allowing her address and name, not even a PO Box, to be placed together in any spot where they could be spotted. It was a little paranoid, maybe, but after the past decade or so the woman had earned the right to be paranoid about such things. Besides, she hadn't seen a lot of the magical district in Melbourne yet, and had been told it was worth checking out.

With Cassandra doing her thing - either lazying in front of the air conditioner, or hanging out with any friends she might have made so far - the woman was on her own to explore Oliphant Lane, and pay a visit to the book store there. She hadn't initially planned on picking up the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but upon hearing they needed one, well, she'd offered herself up for it.

The sound of the bells chiming as she opened the door to the shop made her smile a little, and the woman strolled along one of the aisles, not really paying attention to others, until she heard the word 'Sullivanized' and near cringed. If she was lucky, maybe the cashier wouldn't recognise her.

The woman found the title she was looking for, as well as a couple of others that would certainly be beneficial, before she made her way to the counter with a polite smile on her lips. Her brow rose, however, when she saw the stack of her novels that were being purchased by someone. Turning her gaze to the man, she blinked, and then frowned a little. There was something awfully familiar... her brows then shot up as she stared, and if they weren't in a store she might have pulled her wand.

As it was, there was something else going on, as the cashier suddenly began to almost squeal.

"Ohmymerlin, ohmymerlin! It's you... her! Look!" The young man was bouncing on his toes as he pointed Caitlin out to the man he was serving, as though the Irishman wouldn't be aware of the woman stood beside him. Caitlin cleared her throat as she pulled her gaze from the taller man and smiled to the excited young man.

"Well, there goes my hope for anonymity, this is certainly some coincidence," The woman glanced at the stack of books being purchased. Why did he want them? She'd have thought that he would know she was an author and already have read them to see how much she gave away.

"Can I have your autograph? Please? I can't believe this!" The cashier was a hopeless case, clearly not having caught on to Cate's hint that she would have rathered some quiet over who she was. But she smiled and offered a nod before finding a pen and half-read book of hers that had been under the desk, suddenly in front of her. Obligingly, she signed inside the cover, before then glancing to the man beside her.

"Did you want one as well, sir?"

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Dylan truly didn't pay much attention to the other customers, it was his first mistake for trying to escape notice or detection. He felt a burrowing stare focused on him but decided to play it off as long as he thought he was 'Gilliam McDougal' he could play off most who would normally recognize him unless perhaps. . . The person who walked in would have ample reason to burn your features into their mind. It wasn't until the clerk drew a large amount of attention towards his side that his mind seized just for a moment. 'It was her? Caitlin. . . Yes, no, that explained the staring.' As he thought these words he knew he looked like a deer caught in headlights with an SUV ready to ram for the venison. 

Life. . . It enjoyed its tricks and misdirection's but this moment was truly another scheme of fate overall. To see and never to be seen was a preferred stance for him yet this was one of the few times he was caught extremely off guard. 


"Coincidence. . . Yes, it seems that way doesn't it?" What else was he supposed to say? 'Oh hey, Sorry I was involved with your families death'? But his mind was well aware that he needed to wise up quickly. "This gentleman was just telling me about how there are large forums about your written work." There was a level of creepy and this was beyond even Dylan's old life in terms of creepy. Actually knowing someone who has a large following enough to play in their designed world - more so - what if he was mentioned? Was he some kind of brooding symbol that people wrote about!? 

But Dylan caught the hint and truthfully he would feel it'd be too insulting to actually have her sign the books. "As interesting as that would be. . . I have to decline that offer. Can't leave too much of a trace if you're seeking anonymity. I am also apparently not. . ." He coughed slightly as he offered slight smile. "Sullivanized enough. I was mostly interested since I've never came across the opportunity of books having a series in stock in completion. It is something hard to pass up." There was a curiosity that perhaps he wanted to know how much she unveiled to the rest of the world. Yet. . .It was something more personal than that, admiration. One who was capable of pushing past the hurt and using it as a stepping stone was not only someone to admire but respect especially in his own position. 

"How improper of me. . . I know of you but I didn't introduce myself. I apologize, Gilliam McDougal." He didn't extend his hand out towards her and not for a lack of manners, no, it was a self-conscious idea blood still physically stained his hand skin deep to his very pores. After he had managed to get the clerk's attention enough to complete his own purchase he held the bag filled with books at his side in his right hand, the dominant hand in which he used his wand. This was at least to show he had no intentions of being a threat. "I do believe the lady would prefer to avoid the attention though, Sir. It'd be impossible to leave through a crowd if too many fans build up, don't you agree?"

A two fold purpose, first and foremost? So that -he- wouldn't be made out by anyone that may have been tailing Caitlin. Second? He just hated crowds and didn't want to wade through them.

It was at this point he was faced with a very difficult position. . . To 'guide' her out and see how she was, as if he didn't know most of it, or to go their separate ways entirely. Regardless, he kept up a friendly express of a smile small though it maybe. "I'll walk you out, Miss. S." He wanted to avoid the full pronunciation of her name from nearby customers. Once again, his ulterior motives kicked in and yet this time it was less about self-preservation as he simply wanted to make sure that none of his old 'Brotherhood' would attempt to take her out while she was out and about. This part had always been him in the shadows, protecting her from their direct interferences. Indirect plans and ploys? He couldn't do much about.

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

The woman was still wrapping her mind around the fact that this man was here, in Australia of all places. Certainly, it was quite far from those who probably wanted to kill him for having failed in his task to kill her years ago, but she didn't believe much in coincidence. The fact that he was not only in the same country, but the same state, and buying her entire series of books... there was something quite unnerving about it all.

Of course, bringing attention to all this was only going to invite further trouble as well, especially if the cashier - an apparent fan of hers - managed to link the man to the mysterious 'watcher' in her stories. She definitely didn't need that.

The woman had to keep herself from cringing at the mention of a fanbase and 'forums'. She'd heard about groups that wrote fanfiction type works in communities of some sort. But she didn't particularly find herself curious enough to look them up. A part of her really didn't want to know how others romanticised some of the things she'd been through.

"Sullivanized... sounds like a cult," Cait managed to joke quietly, but she was still quite unnerved about this man being here of all places, with her books. Her brows rose at his introduction, however. She knew his name, his real name. But she also knew that there were reasons for him to use a fake, and so she offered a simple polite smile, noticing that he had not extended his hand toward her. Was he afraid of something?

Having finished giving the cashier her autograph, Caitlin waited for him to ring up her purchase and paid him while she listened to the man beside her, and paused for a moment at his offer. She wasn't certain she wanted him walking her out, in case he tried something. But it might look suspicious if she turned him down, especially once her purchase was ready to go.

"Certainly," Caitlin offered another polite smile to him and then turned toward the door while the cashier was busy fangirling over his autographed book, perhaps she needed to change her appearance when she went into a book store now.

Allowing the man to escort her out the shop, Caitlin paused a moment once they were outside, stopping as though she was sorting through her bag while she spoke quietly.

"What are you doing here?" The murmur was quiet, but close enough for Dylan to be able to hear her as her gaze lifted toward him briefly, before she placed her books into her handbag. "And purchasing an entire series of my books?"

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

"That is usually how cults emerge. . ." Now that Dylan was giving it some thought they always seemed to doctrine some kind of book or method. Though usually or more so typically it'd be about ideals and a way of life, not. . . A novel. Yet, people seemed to surprise him at how in depth they were about this kind of thing. Almost as if they had chosen to disconnect themselves from life and delve into someone else's work to avoid the pain and trauma of it all. 

Without adversity, without pain and loss then crawling out of the dregs. . . One cannot grow and would forever be stuck in a single place. As much of a bastard as he was, he felt more pity for those like that store clerk. 

Own bags in hand Dylan followed Caitlin out of the store after giving a polite bow towards the bookstore worker, then quickly opened the door for the fiery red-head so that she could exit slightly before himself. He was still a man raised to true a woman with dignity and class after all! Both of them now out in the open air and the sound of streets he could hear her murmur. It was much more than he'd expected for her to give to him. 

A small smile crept on his face to keep up pretenses at least in case any unwanted eyes were watching. Lips parted and spoke back in a hushed tone towards her. "Finishing up what I started, -they're- coming." He spoke emphasis on the word 'They're' to give her an idea of who he meant, but he knew there was no need for it. Only one group alive and active still connects the two. 

"I owe you and yours a blood debt that I shall repay, so I hid myself amongst the people here. By the way you do lovely work as the Professor against that which has done you wrong. " Yes, the ever known 'Watcher', though completely unaware that she may have caught him more than he wanted her to. "I will not say don't worry merely keep alert. I will leave them false breadcrumbs from your job and home." It was the best he could offer, resources? Cut. He had to make due with starting from scratch, no one knew Dylan, but everyone knew 'Gilliam the Assistant Wand Maker'. 

Eyes drifted towards the bag of books as he laughed lightly. "Believe it or not this was on a whim of admiration. I have rarely ever seen a series of book in full collection, while pricey I am curious to see the work you established to push through." His head lifted upwards as it shook subtly. "It wasn't to find out what you wrote about me or what has occurred."

Dylan's own eyes finally fell on Cate as if to gaze upon the sun, it hurt mentally at least with guilt on what he had done. Blood, taking of a life - can never be truly redeemed. "I am here as an ally for you, Caitlin. I moved in the shadows taking out those that targeted you and your niece. That is no longer possible for me here so I move to the light. I made sure all the ones directly responsible were handled." Aside from himself, but guilt ate away at him much more than death could satisfy. 

"But the larger group is still in concert and they do not tend to let such slights and loose ends live. " His mind wandered on what else she would need to know to prepare, telling her certain things wouldn't bring comfort or trust. Forgiveness? That left his mind the moment he was inducted as a Death Eater. Not here to hurt her? She'd have to see it to believe it, he knew that. " Do you have any other questions? Concerns?"

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Caitlin was glad to be out of the bookstore once they'd stepped outside, but at the same time she was now in the company of someone who had been tasked with killing her years ago. Even if he had not done his task, and had thwarted others from performing it, there was still wariness in the woman who had only been in his company a few times, and yet knew somewhere in the back of her mind that he had always remained near.

At the mention of them however, and the fact that they were apparently coming, Cate went still and glanced to the man beside her, studying him a moment with a small frown. She'd left Europe and moved all the way across the world just so that she and Cass might be left alone for at least a small while. It seemed like it had been in vain.

"Why aren't they just leaving us alone? I moved to the other side of the bloody world," Caitlin muttered, mostly to herself as she silently fumed. She had grown long past fear of those who had hunted her family, and only felt anger for the threat that they still provided.

"I'm rather certain you know everything I've done over the years anyway, so I'm not sure why you would want to read a version of it all that's been romanticised for the audience," Caitlin wasn't certain whether to take his words as a compliment, or whether to feel bothered that he wanted to read her books that were loosely based on events that occasionally still woke her at night. She'd already known he'd followed her for years, and he would discover that as he read through the series.

"Be glad I didn't point out who you are to the cashier," The woman then murmured as she looked through her bag distractedly, "Your character has acquired quite the following of his own, as a mysterious anti-hero."She wasn't going to tell him that a lot of her fan base wanted to see a romance blossom between he and the protagonist, it was just weird.

"How exactly am I supposed to feel? What questions should I have 'Gulliam'? I know you've been nearby over the years, and now you've even come to Australia as well. What are you going to do? Just hang around us like we're bait until they show up? Perhaps you should just try living properly for once, instead of acting as some shadow," There was mild irritation in her voice, but Cate also felt she had a point. Whatever debt he thought he owed, living a life where he followed her and Cass around wasn't healthy and felt almost obsessive.

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

Dylan allowed for it to soak in for her before fully continuing on, of course. Though he also knew it was something to be expected. Groups like these aren't okay with letting anything slide whether it be a loose end to tie up or pride that makes it something they have to correct to avoid the stain on their name. Many will want to rectify the losses that have been suffered as well perhaps blaming both of them for such an occurrence. 

One cannot see in the mind of cultist extremists. 

"That I don't know the reason, but limited knowledge tells me it's a mix of pride and not wanting to leave the potential of any of us live for what we know, saw, and contributed towards." He would love to be rid of them himself, but his predicament like many of those who he once called 'Brother and Sister' were coerced by family. That didn't give them an excuse but it limited what their true choices in life could be without risking death. 

He couldn't help but chuckle at that, a genuine laugh from an otherwise grim looking man. "Again, curiosity. I also don't know everything, you do not consume my every waking moment. More importantly I am interested in how you romanticized it." To romanticize ones trials and turmoil's. . . It was a gift and strength not many had especially to the degree that it truly went. 

A soft bow is given as a form of gratitude. "I am glad for that, though doing so would have made both of our situations much more awkward." The two showing up at the same store could be considered more than coincidence, but to actively be 'civil'? That may draw more parallel's of some kind of romance. (Not that he would mind). Her next words caused an arched eyebrow with a clear look in his eyes of 'What?'. "Pardon? I have a following as an -anti-hero-? Bollocks. . . These people. . ." There was a sense of. . . Disgust, maybe in himself or in the fact that anyone would 'okay' his actions or even feel for his story if the truth was even hinted at his own reasons for doing what he did on both spectrums. 

Bait. . . Okay, so she wasn't entirely wrong about that as he had been using their presence to nip at the snakes tail to the head. But even he knew it was much more than that for himself. "I live quite properly, thank you. I have taken up learning a trade and applying it. As for questions. . . I do not know. Using you as bait wasn't the plan but it definitely seems that way I admit. It's very complicated." His hand drifted up to stroke at his beard in mild frustration from trying to explain. 

That he sought death as a redemption? That the reason his hand stayed wasn't because of guilt of murder, no that came much later, but that is purely hormones and it 'hitting too close for home' to push through? Complicated or foolish, it wasn't a line of answers she needed to know yet. 

"You make it seem like I -want- to follow you and keep to the back like some creeper. An honest and simpler life was something I've always desired. But see it from my perspective, the moment of defiance painted a target on your backs even wider. Not say you can't protect yourself, but one always needs an ally especially mutual. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, no?" Cliché, perhaps, but he too held a major point. It didn't matter what his previous actions were, the moment he allowed for them to live they were marked a large threat. It was a mess he escalated that could have been solved by them dying. There was nothing he could do to insure their families life but the bit of life that existed? He could. 

Dylan's lips parted as he exhausted a brief sigh. "I cannot ask for forgiveness or redemption, Cate. We both know that'd be audacious of me, I can only hope you understand my actions prove I have attempted change from back then." No amount of 'Sorry's' or 'My condolences' would ever work. Saying 'I didn't mean to!" or 'I was forced to!' would be him attempting to absolve from the responsibility of his actions. "I do admit being stuck in the shadows is much more nerve wracking than I had given it credit for when I started. Maybe this is improper considering everything. . . But would you be willing to get some coffee?"

An attempt at an olive branch since he didn't want to stay in a combative state with her. No, they had a common issue and gaining true understanding of one another seemed the key to beat it all. 

"I believe growing to truly understand one another could better help us beat back the darkness that threatens to devour."

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121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"Trust me, not much is romanticised and it's only really in the later novels, 'for the audience'. The first few are more gritty. But people like over-arcing story, rather than simple facts all the time," It had been something Caitlin had gone through with her editor, though she was proud that she was able to at least keep mostly to the story and not let the series turn into some kind of soap drama. The day she gave in to really changing her stories around was the day she stopped writing them.

The fact that she and Cassandra were possibly going to be followed here bothered her more than she was willing to show, however, and talking about the books was much better than going into the detail of her past connections with the man she was currently talking to. The move had been so that Cass could live something of a normal life for once. Ever since she was a young child, there'd been danger hanging over them.

Being punished just for being born into their family.

"Don't complain to me, I only write the stories, I don't tell people who to like," The woman sighed and shook her head as Dylan appeared to be disgusted by having a following. Not like it was her fault... well, maybe partly for including a character in the books based off of him. She found it difficult to feel repentant when she was practically bait though.

"It certainly does look like we're being used for such," Cate murmured, and then a brow rose at the man as she watched him skeptically, "Why is it so important for me to know that you've changed? You've lingered in the background for years, and now that I've actually caught you face to face, you..." She gestured down the road with a sigh, "Apparently want to get a coffee or something? Coffee is swill, by the way."

Caitlin appeared almost adamant that she wanted to argue with him, even just about drinks, but she didn't know how to feel about this right now. Sure, she'd always known he was there in the shadows, but it was much different to being face to face with and talking to him.

It wasn't his fault that they'd ended up at the same book store though, at least she wanted to think that it was completely accidental, even if his presence in this country wasn't. After a moment, she huffed as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Look... fine, we probably shouldn't be talking like this out on the street anyway," The woman's voice mumbled as she composed herself and then nodded down the street before she began walking. She didn't know exactly what they would talk about, but she did need a drink, preferably something strong.

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Narragyambie ☆ Assistant Wandmaker✩ Kaitore
40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

The audience. . . Right, at some point her books would have no longer fully been under her control. Not with how publishers and editor's enjoyed the cash flow and 'revamping' the fan base response. Especially when it comes to crime novels that held a revelation of sorts or even characters that they wanted to see 'click' better. It made him really wonder. . . Just how deep the fanfiction rabbit hole REALLY ran? "True. . . As long as it's entertaining most won't care about the truth of the matter. I suppose that's what makes writing from ones life rewarding yet difficult at the same time." 

Something that he couldn't fathom yet he would never write his own experiences in a book. That was a luxury he couldn't afford at the moment and really. . . Writing was not one of his favorite hobbies to embed his mark and guidance into the world. 

Dylan's head shook lightly as his fingers traveled through his beard. "No, no - no complaints. I just find it odd is all. Even with the truth given to them they'd never be able to really see the grotesque nature of it all. " It was the fact they found the acts he had done as a reason to have a following but why was he so shocked to see such depraved thinking people in the world? His parents probably would have enjoyed such a thing with glee on their faces. 

Crooked people. . .

"I do sincerely apologize for it seeming like that." To push any further into the details would only invite tension that had existed. Though it also seemed like Cate was on the offense to make sure it as was awkwardly tense as possible. "Is it -really- caught? It was literal coincidence. Oddly enough hard to pull it off as that. . . But I assure you it is. I also find it important because we will need to trust one another if we want to make it out unscathed." As his eyebrow arched at her barb towards coffee his head shook subtly. Coffee is swill? Was she just being combative because it's him? . . . Well, on second thought, he couldn't entirely blame her now could he?

A soft smile stretches. "I like to stay an enigma. Truth, I've always wanted to just have a sit down and talk. Being on alert all the time is tiring and I'd rather just relax and get to know you." Not what he gleamed from watching or stumbled across. The fact was they were not the people they were all those years ago, just as it shaped her it shaped him. 

He followed beside her making sure to keep in her view, best to not lag behind else he'd be accused of trying something sneaky. "Fair enough." He didn't expound on that further, it was obvious for reasons why they shouldn't be chatting up some details so openly. Which lead to him somewhat. . . Casually chatting. "So, aside from writing stories how has it been being a Professor?"

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121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

"Well, to them it's just a fictional work written for their entertainment, so can't really blame them for indulging in dark fantasies," That was how Caitlin explained some audiences' strange reactions to her books. Though they were written on her personal experiences, because some of the elements involved, they had to be classed as fictional crime. She honestly didn't mind too much, because she mostly wrote for her own reasons. It was an outlet, one quite needed for someone with her life experience.

A small nod was given to the apology, though Cate still wasn't sure on the man and his intentions in wanting to simply talk to her, apparently wanting to get to know her. It felt strange to her, given the shared history, not to mention the fact that he had basically been her shadow for a number of years now.

"Why?" Came the question, as the woman led the way along the street toward a cafe/bar, a brow raising as she glanced at Dylan. "I mean, why have you wanted to get to know me? I know we went to school together, and that is probably the main reason why you didn't want to kill me, and turned on your fellows, but it doesn't explain what you're saying now about not wanting to sit in the shadows and wanting to know me."

Caitlin herself was having a difficult time just trying to deal with the fact that she was talking with someone who'd been a part of the group that had hunted her family, so casually as though they were just old school chums.

Arriving at the place she'd decided on, Cate stepped inside first, heading toward the bar, where she waited for someone to come along and take her order, while she glanced at Dylan again.

"I don't officially begin teaching until the new school year starts. I suppose I'll just have to see how I go then, but I think I'll be alright. It's not like I don't know what I'm talking about or teaching, after all."

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40 year old Pureblood Human ☆ HE/HIM

"I suppose that's true. One persons nightmare is another persons thrilling adventure is one way to describe it." It was always one thing to be on the outside, always reading a story from cover to cover. But when it was your actual walk it was much harder to only see white pages and the black ink that stained them. 

Dylan's eyebrow arched slightly at her question of challenge. He didn't respond right away as he followed close by and entered the café-bar while holding the door open for her to pass through then his own steps mimicked. Truthfully, the inquiry caught this dear Irishman off guard which meant he was only prepared to answer with honesty. 

"Back then. . . The reason was partially that. The ones I had been sent with I didn't know from a hole in the wall. Their faces were new, fresh - no form of acquaintance until. . . Well, then." It was stated as a matter of fact, a strong sense of detachment lingered in his tone about those who he once had considered a 'Brotherhood' and not by choice. "The awareness of someone you've seen and have passed more than once enough to say 'Hi' once in a while towards. . . Can often trigger something. It was a catalyst that made me realize I was finished with the expectations that came with my name and blood."

That was a trip down memory lane he didn't really want to walk. . . But it was brought up, clarification needed to be given. As his nostrils expanded a sharp presence of air swept through them which caused a refreshed countenance at the center of his chest. "The shadows are anything but relaxing. Even people like myself desire some form of change in life, to not be shackled." Yes, a change - something different than the sleazy haunts he had been through in his life. The kind of people he knew? Kept company with in order to survive afterwards? Were hardly any better. 

"As far wanting to get to know. . . I suppose it's me trying to do something I had wanted to do back in school. Better late than never, it also makes me feel less slimy. The whole watching from far away was making me feel like some form of forlorn lover." He smiled genuinely the words more so a joking jab rather than him being actually serious about that feeling. 

He made his way towards the bar as he listened to her about starting out as a Professor this coming school year. As he leaned against the bar he nodded slowly. "You've seen enough and learned enough from school t o make it stick, I believe." Dylan lifted a hand up as a few fingers stroked at the beard. "I expect that something useful will be damaged in such teachings and demonstrations. Especially with potential accidents - I probably shouldn't because I'll get nagged at, but I'll handle the repairs personally. I'll cut the cost."

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"So if you'd recognised other targets before you all came after me, then you might have changed your mind earlier?" Caitlin's brows rose as she glanced Dylan's way briefly while they stepped into the establishment. She was being demanding with questions that she wanted answers, but a large part of her felt that she deserved such answers, not only because she had personally been chased for years now, and h ad lost so much family, but because it was essentially a part of hers and Cassandra's lives. There was also the psychologist in her that wanted to know what made people tick, which she couldn't deny.

Inside the cafe, Cate looked at the drinks menu before ordering a glass of white wine and then waited for Dylan to make his order, before she led the way to an out of the way table in the corner, where they could speak a little more candidly without too much concern about being listened to. She wasn't certain how she felt about his answers so far.

"It's not like I wasn't approachable in school, except for maybe the last few years, after my family had been killed, and during all the commotion with you-know-who having been revived," Of course, everyone knew about that time of Hogwarts and the wizarding world in general, given Dylan had been a Death Eater, he'd have been close to the happenings himself, even if he had left school before then.

"Why wait for an accidental run-in though? You've had years to be able to just approach me and say something or try to apologise or make up for everything that happened," Caitlin's gaze narrowed at Dylan. If he hated hiding in the shadows so much, why not have the guts to just step out of them and talk to her? She could only think that he was either too ashamed, or too cowardly to face her properly, for maybe a mixture of both. She still wasn't sure though, considering he'd probably had continued to hide out if she hadn't run into him today.

"It's not just the school lessons that leave me prepared, I've had to defend and fight for myself enough times to be quite good with defensive and offensive magic. Not to mention, I did enough extra study after school in a number of things, but still," Cate sighed, and then thanked the waitress who delivered the drinks, before continuing, "Teaching is going to be different. A part of me still wonders if I should just stick to being a counselor."

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That was a good question and one he couldn't answer with certainty. There were, as he would put it, many other extending factors on what halted his hand. It was all entirely selfish - It wasn't for her originally as it was for himself to break free. It wasn't in his heart to kill someone whom he was acquainted with but it went so much deeper. It was someone who he held an attraction towards and that was the major spark in the lighter that was his mind at that age. "I. . . No. Most likely not. In truth, if there had been more targets before you I am shamed to say it may have desensitized me even further. Aside from what I have told you there was one other major reason but it isn't something I think I can admit easily." It wasn't that he lacked the courage to say it, no, he wouldn't hide behind that to shield what he wanted to say. It was because of who it was and the history that made it further difficult. "It was attraction."

His own eyes traced along the various options that he could choose from the menu. At this point now? He could use a harder drink himself than coffee or tea. Unless Long Island was before the word 'Iced Tea'. 

"I was not allowed to, was the biggest issue. At least the impression that I wasn't allowed to. The impression of long standing Pureblood families, as you know, have a certain stigma of expectations behind them. A young age I was taught to believe a certain way, drilled and pushed to only have that view. There could only be one set kind of friends for me and that was dictated for me in life. Not an excuse, but at that time I believed that doing so would push the wrath of dark forces on myself and my family." Young men and women, impressionable when the environment is intended to be a structured camp towards a specific regime or view. "Yes, I know, in that time I had to escape quickly. With -him- active my life would have definitely been over so I headed towards France."

Dylan shook his head lightly because for him? In his own mind? It wasn't that simple. It never was that simple for him in life and it was purely due to his own choices. "To be honest, I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for the accidental run-in. There just a taste of. . . Relief behind it for some reason. And I couldn't apologize, no, I didn't know a word strong enough or a sentiment powerful enough to let you know I regret ever harming you or your niece that way. The only way I knew how was to turn the weapon designed for you against them. Give you and her some sort of reprieve. Is it perfect or even a suitable apology or way to make up for it? No. As time went on it became harder to see a way to apologize, easier to believe my way was the proper way. " It all linked to shame, the difficulty of being able to approach and feeling keeping away was a more solid solution. But it never solved the problem, it never tended the wound that he made - and it never closed up that gap that would have been who they were if not for this very earth-shaking moment. 

"A friend of mines from France once told me. . . It's never too late to apologize unless you or they can never hear it again. While I can't give it to your family I offer it to you and your niece - I am deeply sorry." Regardless, it needed to be sound - now - when it was possible for him under the circumstances. Now, before a possible death loomed over his head. At some point he resolved within himself to no longer run. 

The words marinated within his mind as he listened to her silently. She was right, enough experience aside from school did give her better credentials than most in approach. Though it also seemed like she held a bit of. . . Uncertainty about the possibility of being a teacher. "Isn't it the same?" He'd let the question settle for a moment before he continued on speaking. "You're still a counselor with a much more closer interaction with your clients, the people under your charge. You have the front row seat to reaching out and giving them someone to talk to while also giving two parts of your experience." He nodded slowly as he took the glass before him in hand. "Consider, that they may just need someone who comes from your background. More importantly, someone who can see into the actions of their student and reach out to them before they become unreachable."
 

 

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It was just... a little disconcerting that Dylan perhaps would not have hesitated so if it had been another person from their school that he'd been ordered to attack. Caitlin wasn't even thinking about the 'why' of his decisions, more that he had come so close to becoming the thing that he seemingly hated now. At least until the man decided to tell her why he couldn't attack her, causing the woman to blink a moment, staring at him as a rose hue touched her cheeks.

Cate wondered if she was going to need more to drink after all.

It was purely out of a mixture of politeness and years of psychology that she didn't interrupt him or mention that it was not necessary to go into detail. This was quite obviously something that was both difficult to talk about, as well as apparently years kept bottled up. She tried to push aside the fact that he was talking about her... especially since it was so eerily close to what fans thought about the man in the shadows.

"My niece doesn't even know about you, or that you've basically been watching over us," Caitlin murmured, now seated with her drink, taking a sip from it before going on. "As far as she knows, the 'man in the shadows' in the books is just an added element to give the overall plot a hidden angle. I'm... really not sure what she would think if she found out," Or what she would do. 

"I do believe you are sorry, even if I'm still not sure what to think myself..." Caitlin bit her lip a moment, some thought having popped into her head before she glanced at the man again. "Did you ever even ask or research why it was, exactly, that my family was being hunted?" She wasn't asking for herself. Cate hadresearched, at least as much as she could. But she wondered if the man sat near her had any idea.

"But you are correct, I suppose. I'm more just concerned because I don't want to come across as doom and gloom, perhaps," The woman mused quietly, considering her position as a teacher. "Mostly, I just want them to be well equipped to deal with anything that may come their way."

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Did her cheeks just tinge a color? It was noticeable on her soft skin and it was enough to embarrass him as he turned his gaze away from her. That awkward moment where he realized that he had admitted an attraction. In the moment? It didn't seem that big of a deal to him mentally but thinking back on it now. . . It was probably his first time ever admitting such a fact to anyone. An awkward moment of them both seemingly blushing probably made everything just a bit weirder. 

One thing he has always felt adamant on about himself, however, was that he was far from a 'Good guy'. Perhaps he was more an Anti-Hero as her fans believed him to be?

Unloading on her wasn't something he'd ordinarily do but he felt she was due for some kind of answer. A proper response from him. "It is probably better that way for the time being." As his own drink finally arrived his hand clutched around the glass of bourbon. "But eventually she will need to know. I do not expect to be seen in a rose colored lighting nor do I expect to be forgiven. " It was a pain in a persons life that isn't truly lifted no matter how often they'd tell themselves. "There is no sensible answer I can give her to the questions she is after. I may not have directly done the act but I was apart of it, I could have stopped it. I am just as culpable. I wouldn't blame her if she attacked me - wouldn't even fight it. But I would try to dissuade her from revenge. That path is. . . Much darker than the one I walked." Which was saying a lot since there was a lot in his past that could never have been written in her book, the parts of him that would either taint the image further of what her fans believed him to be. 

"I spent many years still pondering what I think about my own remorse." Dylan didn't feel he deserved to feel remorse, but they deserved for him to have that remorse. "Yes, to the extent allowed of me anyways. Agents are rarely seen together in order to make information slipping in that much more difficult to acquire. There was the group aspect and the personal political aspects of each member that revealed themselves. On one hand, many just really hated your family and wanted them dead. Others saw them as political enemies to making sure that Pureblood's would be on top. They showed no mercy for those that would be pro half-blood or half-breed." As he took a sip from the glass his finger slid along the edge of the glass with introspection. "The idea of it all was despite being a group, the groups ideals were secondary. The only important reasoning was why each family sent their own kin. Aside from it being an initiation there was also the fact they wanted to all say they had a hand in a particular down fall." 

He turned his gaze towards the red-haired woman. "The Connell's? Just really hated your family for the most part. As far as the why well. . . My Parents were always tight-lipped until they needed not to be." The irony, imagine if his parents had found out he was attracted to a Sullivan. That should have been his rebellion. . . But he never regretted sparing their lives. 

"You doom and gloom? Just show them a smile they'll fall in line with your charms." Perhaps he was speaking more of experience in this case. "Being equipped is important and sometimes gloom and doom is necessary depending on the moment. The only way you can ill-prepare them considering it's Defense of the Dark Arts is being too soft about it. Discipline and tenacity is how you resist, not just the battle, but the pull to be apart of those dark arts. "

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Caitlin was more than happy to move head onto the subject of her niece, rather than dwell on what she'd just learned. One would think that she might have figured it out some time before now, she was the telepath, after all. But then, there was the fact that she had not wanted to know what thoughts occupied the mind of a man who had once been a part of those who had killed her family, but had been following her movements over the years.

"Revenge isn't really her thing," Cait murmured softly as she considered Cassandra and just how she would go about explaining this to her. It wasn't going to go down well, but she supposed she had plenty of time to think about how she might break it to the girl that they'd had a watcher all this time. "I raised her to be better than that. She does believe heavily in justice, however, but I suppose she gets that from me as well." For all intents and purposes, Cass was more like her daughter than her niece, Cate had been raising her since she was such a little girl, after all. She was bound to take after her in some areas.

"It wasn't just about blood purity," Caitlin then said softly as she stirred her drink a little with the straw, watching the ice blocks in it bob and swirl around, "There was more to it than just that. But I'm not going to get into stories right now." She would leave it at that for now. So, it seemed that he probably didn't know the exact reasons for her family having been targeted.

Maybe that was for the best? Caitlin was still unsure about this right now.

"And what would you know about my charms?" The woman's brows then rose as she glanced across at the man quizzically. He said it so easily, as though he knew what he was talking about, which unsettled her a little. But perhaps there were examples from her work that she couldn't think of right now. "In any case, I'll at least do the best to my ability."

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In terms of his personal feeling on the. . . Original subject he wasn't sure of himself how to truly feel. At that time it made sense to him, he was young, hormonal - if she blew him a kiss back then he probably would have walked to her every command. He at least knew the attraction towards her was there, after all any red-blooded male could see just how much of a woman she was. His focused had been on the glass of alcohol in front of him but it didn't last there long enough until he turned his gaze back to Cate. 

"That's good. Then she's an extremely intelligent young woman." Justice. . . It was a hilarious concept in many ways. Often meant one would need to face the brunt of their crimes and yet most never truly do. Not in the way of the system, not by the hands of the Auror - no more often than not it is by the hand of those that were wrong that Justice was sought and claimed. Yet, at what point did this become vengeance? Just plain murder? He hummed lightly in thought on the conundrum of the idea. "Justice is often a perplexing thing. " Dylan believed in a brand of justice that wasn't on the popular end of things but maybe that was pure habit or maybe it was just the exception to the rule because he knew the true dangerous nature of those he claimed an enemy. 

"At a certain point the why ceased to matter to me, honestly. Not because it was unimportant but because no amount of knowing would have made it alright, no amount of knowledge would have made me believe any longer that it was 'proper'." There were a lot of things the man didn't regret, becoming a terrorist? Not one of them. He had reasons and motive and those that he had to end deserved about as much as he did anyways. But innocent people had grown to be a line he'd never cross, not again. "Maybe one day after they're dealt with you can fill me in. " Of course he also knew a larger issue would be settled on the day - which would be the choice she would make for his own future. 

Digging up too much information would have alerted them to his presence either way. Survival was paramount in those days. But he also knew in time things from the past would need to settle, he'll eventually be forced to know. "Besides, chances are it will come out regardless. That particular group enjoys cashing in their chickens before the eggs hatch."

Dylan raised an eyebrow at her - he hoped she knew what he meant by charms. Certainly not the magical kind. "You're a naturally charming individual. Extremely gracious." If a bit tense, but maybe it was just because -he- in particular had been in close proximity. "Your students will sense that presence, that part of you. Some may give you difficulty but I believe that aura you have will ultimately poke a chink in their hormonal armor. " Maybe it would be the hormones in her favor too, who knew. 

"If it is any assistance, I believe you will do quite fine. You're not the type of person to do anything less than your best." Watching her and how she managed her life was all the needed knowledge of such a fact. 
 

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"She is intelligent... she's also a little reckless, and deep down very, very angry and scared," Caitlin murmured as she thought about Cassandra. The girl had never known a life where she wasn't in danger of being hunted down or killed, just for being born into their family. Cait at least had memories from her own childhood, when she never had to worry about any of that. Her biggest concern was just trying to make sure she didn't go reading people's minds all the time.

But Cassandra was a different story. Her earliest memory was the murder of her own parents, where she could see. And after that was simply living a life trying to be careful about who they knew, who she made friends with over in the UK. How she'd managed to keep a sense of humour floored Cate sometimes.

"The why mattered to me, it mattered to Cass too. I was a teenager when my parents were killed, and she was only a few years old when hers were, and then we were hunted on top of that. We had to know why, so I researched as much as I could on it," Caitlin said quietly. She could understand why Dylan wouldn't have risked giving away his locations by trying to dig into things, though at least appreciated that he understood that what had happened was wrong, that his family had donea great injustice, and still hadn't stopped trying to finish the job.

Caitlin's brows rose a little as she listened to Dylan describe her, finding it strange to be hearing it from him of all people. But then, he had been watching her all these years, he probably knew her better than most of her friends back home. What made it really awkward was the fact that she barely knew him. She remembered he was a couple of years above her in school. And that he stuck with his group of friends, and didn't speak a lot to others outside of those.

"Thank you... I suppose," Cate murmured softly, a small frown on her lips now that she'd deduced what it was that bothered her the most about this, and why she felt so awkward. He was able to talk as though he'd known her for years, because he did in a way. But she didn't know him, "Forgive me, this is really awkward for me. I barely know a thing about you, except that you went to Hogwarts, were in a bad group after that, and have been watching over me. And that you're apparently skilled in wand making..."

There was of course more to him than that, but he had to admit that they were on severely uneven footing.

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That was something to be expected. Her family was ripped away from her simply for being who they are and she had to pay the penalty, a penalty that no child should have to pay. A deathly silence swept him as he glanced his eyes over towards the glass that nestled into his hands. It was that nagging guilt that ate him up every single day of his life, the innocents that were harmed from his own stupidity and weakness. 

"It is a question that always will exist for those that were harmed by the action. Especially if the people still have an agenda against you. It means knowing exactly what you did in their eyes to warrant such hostility." As he gripped tightly around the glass of bourbon he brought it up to his lips and tipped a much larger sip than before. Self medication perhaps. "Doesn't necessarily add to a justification of it but everyone likes to know why someone hates them enough to want them dead." He's been on the end many times in his life, not wanting to know why someone wanted him dead but rather that he was the message sent to do so. 

It wasn't validation of her need for the truth but rather an understanding that she deserved it. 

This was true, Dylan was a complete enigma to her aside from the small facts. That wasn't her fault by any means but it did hinge on his own issues. Things that he had learned to keep himself safe or an expert in his field made certain habits harder to drop or even to lessen. It's what kept him alive and in favor with many people over the years. "This is true, you know little to nothing about me. The wand part was a skill I picked up later in life, my wand often had issues and with certain lifestyles it was better to learn how to fix, maintain, and empower ones wand when necessary." 

A sigh escaped from his lips as he could remember the first time he had to perform emergency maintenance while 'in the field.' "Well, what do you want to know? I know it will be a lot more information than a short sit down could offer but I'm willing to talk about whatever you want to discover." 

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"There is no justification for what we've been put through. Maybe... some day I'll tell you," Caitlin wasn't certain still how much she could trust him with information about her family. He may have been looking out for herself and Cassandra all these years, but she still didn't know him. He didn't know the truth about her heritage. And it wasn't uncommon for people to be put off by those who had hints of other species than human in their blood. She couldn't be sure of his reaction.

Besides, it wasn't exactly something that was safely discussed in wizard areas, even here in Australia there were those who were against halfbreeds.

"That must have taken a lot of trial and error to learn, often wands aren't reusable after they're broken, because it's so difficult to repair them back to exactly as they were, and the smallest difference can change a wielder's control completely," Cate knew a little about wands, she remembered getting her first one from the wand shop in Diagon Alley, the questions of the curious eleven year old as they went through a few wands to see which one chose her.

The question of what she wanted to know stumped the woman, however. Where did one even start when it came to a mysterious person who had been meant to kill you but decided not to and to instead watch over you? She played with her straw in the drink for a few moments as she thought, but her mind was mostly coming up blank.

"I'm not sure where to begin. If you were a patient, I'd say just to start with the beginning and tell me about the significant things in your life and how they affected you, but... well, you're not a patient. And I'm not sure I want to know all your history yet," Cate paused her her lips pursed a little, thinking for a moment still, "Perhaps it would be easier just to learn from our interaction, rather than be told a story."

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Dylan nodded towards her. "Time is still required." For a dark and brooding man he had been quite understanding though it was also due to many of the occurrences that have been brought forth before him in the past. Rushing anything often only hastened issues and misunderstandings, a person needed to arrive at if they could feel comfortable only with time and presence. 

Either way this was a poor area to get into anything in depth as far as the true reason of why. It was too opened, too many possible ears that could use whatever it was against her. Which by extension also could be used against him since he wouldn't allow for anything to occur to her or her niece on his watch. 

"A lot of errors. Waster materials, cores destroyed from being damaged beyond use, all occurred through various times back when I was in France. They have good craftsmen out there but they're so expensive and posh I just rather not deal with them so in my spare time I took up as much literature as I could. Always good to have as many skills as possible as you never know when they'll be called upon." This was a diligent attitude that had always stuck with him as he learned various trades and talents solely for the sake that it could benefit survival and protection, it was never just for the fun of it as many people seemed to have. "Besides, I needed a new wand eventually anyways. One that tastes. . . Certain kinds of magic never truly recover from it." Curses, they tainted the core and make it so eager to please those dark desires that redemption is often difficult unless one takes a new path, a new wand. 

"I do have enough issues in my head to warrant a counselor." The truth often was would anybody truly be strong enough to wield the weight of what he had walked through in life. Therapists were always there for others but because of the close proximity most tended to find themselves more wounded about the persons past than the actual individual. "But you're right, you don't want to know it all yet. Maybe not even at all in truth. 'Pretty' wouldn't be how I would ever describe it." 

She held a heavy point, however, that it would probably be best through interaction rather than a long detailed story. "I can agree with that. Things will flow out in due time in that way I believe. A highway where trust and resilience needs to be built on one end, while the other needs a bit of courage and willingness to speak on those many things that will come. I apologize if the question I asked about what you wanted to learn that was actually pretty unfair of me. A lot more depth to everything than a simple twenty questions list. 

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"Well, I imagine those materials are expensive on their own, and crafting a wand is a difficult skill to learn, so I imagine that's why they tend to be a bit costly," Cate's brow rose as her lips tugged into a brief amused smirk before she nodded gently, "But that does make sense. It's wise to have a few things that one is good at. I never really thought about it, personally, everything I chose I was more or less led to because of life experiences. It had all just... fit together neatly. And my skills helped other people, so I couldn't just sit back and do nothing."

Though there had been times when it had felt like too much. When Caitlin couldn't stand to touch another object and learn the grisly history it held, or see into another's mind only to be overwhelmed by images and thoughts that would break most people. Some thought her strong, but she believed she was just desensitised for the most part. And if she didn't do it, then who would?

"You made your new wand then?" Cate had to give it to him, crafting a new wand that was designed to not be tainted with curses, and which he could wield to defend, was something that impressed her. Most people had trouble parting with their wand, but she also knew that once a wand and it's wizard no longer agreed with one another, then the wand was practically useless.

"I could probably recommend a few counselors, if you would like one. Or, perhaps in time I can offer to listen. I'm not sure if it's entirely professional, considering how closely related I am to some of your history, but I also know it can be difficult to talk about certain things with people without being judged. And besides... maybe it would be beneficial for us both," Perhaps some understanding about what his life was like may help to understand the man a little more, but she wasn't ready for that yet.

"There's no need to apologise, I can tell that you're simply trying to be transparent with me," And to be honest, Caitlin appreciated it. She wasn't certain what would come of their interactions, but at the least now that the wall of non-communication had been taken down, perhaps they could lay to rest some ghosts of old.

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"In most cases they are and were. But after leaving the UK and heading towards France I feel into another unsavory crowd. " Sometimes in your youth you don't learn, most times it was because you're still trying to find yourself. "I was a bit lost and at a loss. Wanted to do more but knew that my being around wouldn't help nor would it have been well received at the time." He nodded gently though didn't get into too much detail on what he did after leaving Hogwarts. "It is, because of the different things I was made to do in another country certain skills needed to be developed to be effective and to keep my neck. But it was also due to those skills I was able to protect the few people that had managed to become important to me." 

There weren't many that fit that bill and from back that he could only think of one that he had connected well with simply because they were similar in so many ways. Like two siblings from another parent all together. 

Dylan nodded towards her in confirmation. "I made it a few years after. It still saw more than its fair share but only of criminals, never again on innocents. But as I started to grow older it and myself started to fall out of sync entirely. Rather than allow for it to fall in another's hands to be led down a dark path I broke it myself to the point of making the core useless then began the process of building a new wand. A Blackthorn made variety that grew loyal to defending another as a warrior should." That was one thing about him that he couldn't escape that he was destined to be on some kind of battlefield one way or another but he had to decide at a certain point what kind of fight he actually wanted to lend his cause. 

"Then maybe it should be you. There are things that no other will hear but you may have a better chance considering the uneven footing in knowledge of one another." That seemed a reasonable stance for him personally. "Professional may not be the best way to be anyways, as you said one would find it hard not to judge. There is only so much you can excuse as simple human error."

A firm laughter escaped from him as he nodded towards her. "I am. It's difficult to be transparent when most of my life has been about being as hard to read as possible. But they often say to get something new in life one must change themselves first."

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Tally Staff ☆ Counselor, Profiler, Author, Psychologist★ LilyCat
121 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

Caitlin listened quietly as Dylan spoke about moving to France, and having to live off his wits by the sound of it. It didn't surprise her, she'd seen plenty of Europe in her travels for work, and the kinds of people who lived all over the place. Her brows rose as he mentioned protecting other people important to him, and a part of her almost went to ask right away, but she realised that she was listening almost as a counselor and didn't want her questions to lead in the direction of feeling as though she were psycho-analyzing him or something.

A small nod was given as the man spoke about his new wand, a small tug at her lips as he seemed to be rather attached to the new one, and what it appeared to represent for him. She still felt awkward about this impromptu meeting, but Cate at least was seeing something a little more in-depth than the man who simply watched over her and Cass from the shadows.

"At least you seem to have half-created a new life for yourself," Caitlin said softly, it was something that she would never be able to do. Everything she did held a connection to her entire life, it was something that would stay with her always. "All that you need is to be able to let go of the half that still burdens you, at least the negative part of that life," Which she knew from experience was far more easily said than done. It at least sounded like he wanted to be able to live a different life, but no doubt there were still things he had to do before that could occur.

"I... maybe I will be able to be the one who can listen one day," The woman wasn't certain if or when that day might be, but if it came along, a time where she felt she could put aside her own past that involved him, then she would listen. She'd never assumed to know what kind of childhood he'd had, or what it might have been like to have the pressure of family who wanted you to do something. In the end, he had rebelled against them, and followed his own path.

Caitlin had to admit, even when she'd been still angry, that it had been something admirable.

"Oddly enough, life is a lot easier when one is transparent. Less stress, less worrying about what people believe or don't believe, honesty has a way of freeing one's mind and soul," Cate offered a gentle nod then, before taking another sip of her drink and checking the time. She hoped that Cass wasn't getting herself into any trouble.

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