Elza lazily opened up one eye to peer at the kid at his question. Sliding her attention over the floating moon, the gunner huffed softly when it began to slowly loom over Rose.
"It's called an ironmoon," Elza said carelessly. Offering Harry a subtle smirk, she added, "Back in my world these things will attack anyone traveling between towns."
As soon as he gets the name of the ever-grinning creature, he is really amazed. The name does describe what it is about. Rose couldn’t stop looking and squeaking at the IronMoon looming over her.
“Ah, I get it now,” he nods in agreement, “So the IronMoons in your world attack plenty travellers trying to get to their destination? That sounds really scary to think about.”
“There aren’t that many that I can think of immediately, but there are these ragged creatures with boney arms who could suck the happiness and even the lives of people who are unfortunate enough to cross paths with them,” Harry tells the gunner, “For some reason, they were even used as guards for a notorious prison in my world.”
"We have those... They're government officials," Elza said in jest with a subtle chuckle. Or to be more precise the Elders of her Guild at the very least.
Closing her eyes again, she remained relaxed in the grass. "Sounds like a miserable prison to be in though." Not that she'd ever been in one... Well not in the sense that this kid was talking about anyway.
“Yeah, I know how it feels to deal with unpleasant government officials: they can be difficult to deal with,” Harry adds while not trying to shudder in dismay at the thought of Umbridge and Fudge, “Very dreadful place to be in. I once know of someone who was sent to the prison from a crime he wouldn’t ever do. The whole story behind it is pretty messed up.”
The mention of the story being messed up did catch her attention. Raising a slender brow, one eye opened to give Harry her attention. She didn't say anything further though while she waited for the kid to continue.
“This guy that I just mentioned, he’s my godfather and one of my dad’s best friends. He and my Mum thought about making him our Secret Keeper when things started to get tense, but at the last minute, they changed their minds and had someone else in their group to take the role.
Unfortunately, he sold us out to a man wanting to get rid of me and he killed my parents as the result. Furious, my godfather tracked down the guy who betrayed my parents’ trust and confronted him, but since they can change into animals, he trapped him in a corner by turning into a rat and framed him for supposedly killing someone else. I didn’t know about the whole situation until I was 13.”
Elza knew that their definitions of messed up were quite different... But then again given her upbringing there probably weren't many things that would upset her unlike regular people.
She was about to say something but then paused as this kid's story played through her mind again. Messed up or not... As loath as she was to admit it... There was some similarities to her own past.
"Sometimes even angels can be turned into demons," Elza muttered quietly in return. The sound of two guns firing echoed in her mind before she added. "People do what they need to do in life despite consequences... Even if it's to their deficit."
Harry nods in agreement. Who would ever thought that Peter would betray the very friends he had and trusted? Even if he knows what has led him down that path, a part of him feels a little uncertain at times of where the ex-Maurader’s loyalties lie in.
Then again, it is basically human nature at its worst, motivated by self preservation and greed, so Elza does have a point when she gave her thoughts on the matter.
“You’re definitely right on with that. I do know that this can happen a lot: that former friend did betrayed any trust my dad and his other friends had up to that point,” he sadly sighs, “And in the end, his actions did eventually caught up to him and it was just sad, just sad.”
"At times I suppose it could be," Elza said in reply. Did Clive find himself sad after she had died...? Well to be fair she hadn't yet made it that far yet after that bullet had pierced her chest. Watching the clouds rolling over the blue sky though, Elza without a doubt already knew the answer.
"We all make our own choices kid, and there's little use in mourning the dead," She carelessly offered getting back to business. Emotions were things best left at the back door after all. "You've got a good heart, kid."
“Oh, why thanks, I appreciate it,” he isn’t sure what else to say next, but at least there is some good out of it.
There is no point of seeping for the dead for this long: he had wished that he could’ve done more to save his godfather from a cruel death years ago, but it is are out of his control. If only Peter hadn’t betrayed that trust his parents had bestowed upon him or they could’ve just gave Sirius that role instead.
Elza didn't say anything in return to his thanks. The gunner didn't feel the need to. Instead she went back to relaxing in the grass while the IronMoon bopped up and down around Rose and Harry.
Rose gleefully squeaks at the IronMoon with her eyes wide open while Harry goes back to looking at it in pure awe; Hedwig doesn’t seem to be interested in stating at the crescent moon like creature as she is more concerned with resting from flying around the city’s perimeters.
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So sorry for the delay.
"It's called an ironmoon," Elza said carelessly. Offering Harry a subtle smirk, she added, "Back in my world these things will attack anyone traveling between towns."
It was one of many creatures that did.
It’s okay.
“Ah, I get it now,” he nods in agreement, “So the IronMoons in your world attack plenty travellers trying to get to their destination? That sounds really scary to think about.”
Thanks :)
"They're more annoying than anything," Elza offered before she glanced at Harry again. "Your world doesn't have monsters that attack travellers?"
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Closing her eyes again, she remained relaxed in the grass. "Sounds like a miserable prison to be in though." Not that she'd ever been in one... Well not in the sense that this kid was talking about anyway.
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Unfortunately, he sold us out to a man wanting to get rid of me and he killed my parents as the result. Furious, my godfather tracked down the guy who betrayed my parents’ trust and confronted him, but since they can change into animals, he trapped him in a corner by turning into a rat and framed him for supposedly killing someone else. I didn’t know about the whole situation until I was 13.”
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She was about to say something but then paused as this kid's story played through her mind again. Messed up or not... As loath as she was to admit it... There was some similarities to her own past.
"Sometimes even angels can be turned into demons," Elza muttered quietly in return. The sound of two guns firing echoed in her mind before she added. "People do what they need to do in life despite consequences... Even if it's to their deficit."
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Then again, it is basically human nature at its worst, motivated by self preservation and greed, so Elza does have a point when she gave her thoughts on the matter.
“You’re definitely right on with that. I do know that this can happen a lot: that former friend did betrayed any trust my dad and his other friends had up to that point,” he sadly sighs, “And in the end, his actions did eventually caught up to him and it was just sad, just sad.”
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"We all make our own choices kid, and there's little use in mourning the dead," She carelessly offered getting back to business. Emotions were things best left at the back door after all. "You've got a good heart, kid."
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There is no point of seeping for the dead for this long: he had wished that he could’ve done more to save his godfather from a cruel death years ago, but it is are out of his control. If only Peter hadn’t betrayed that trust his parents had bestowed upon him or they could’ve just gave Sirius that role instead.
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