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She's a slight girl. Perhaps no taller than Moon. She has birch coloured hair and bright, bright blue eyes. Sorrow's dressed in a simple sun dress with white sandals on her feet, the laces tied up her calves.

"Yes." And her smile shows that. It's beautiful and inviting, but there's something else there. Something that tugs at something inside. "Moon said she's brought you for a visit."

He just STARES at her. Like he's hypnotized. It isn't an attraction -- or it is, but it's not, it's something like a recognition.

"...Hi," he manages finally. "Um, actually she kidnapped me."

She laughs, coming to stand near him, but not too close.

She'd wait to be invited closer.

"Moon doesn't do that kind of thing," she insists with another small chuckle.

"Um, she did. I'm kidnapped. I can't go home. She dragged me out and put me here. And my bird. I have a bird."

Sorrow looks around and spots Dart, giving the bird a little wave.

"If she did do that, then she must have a very good reason." She turns her eyes back to Miniver. "Are you uncomfortable here?"

"Well... no... but I miss my lover. And I worry about him. He tends to get himself hurt a lot. Or let pretty women do things to his wand."

Pause.

"You know what I mean." Facepalm.

She grins at him.

"I know. Since I was the pretty woman who did things to his wand. Draco will be fine. And so will you."

"I know. But I still worry. Hey. You're not like your dad at all. You're really nice."

"Papa is what he is. I love him regardless. I think we all love our parents no matter what they do to us, don't we, Miniver?" she asks quietly from under her lashes.

He holds her gaze for just a moment then turns his head, hair falling in his face.

"Yes."

"It was better than living with Mama. She wasn't a nice woman, and I disgraced her. Papa was nicer. He would tease and tickle me in his best moments." She tilts her head. "But those moments didn't happen often, as I'm sure you could guess."

He nods.

He... knows. Somehow. He knows.

Sorrow creeps until she can sit on the bed, curling her legs up and making herself look very small.

"But I loved them. Still do."

He closes his eyes for several long moments. When he opens them again, he looks at her with a forced smile.

"Moon said you wre going to show me places."

"I can, if you like."

She's quiet, just like Moon said she would be.

"Do you want to go to the kitchen and see what Skill has made?"

"...Okay. That sounds cool."

Being near her is like brooding. Like memories. Like... being back in Fishkill. But purer. Safer. Steady and sharp.

She unfurls and slips off the bed, offering him her hand.

"What sorts of things do you like to do, Miniver?" she asks. Sorrow isn't used to being around people not her family, so the flush of her cheeks isn't usually there like it is now.

He doesn't take her hand.

He's not sure why. He can't justify it even to himself. But he can't bring himself to touch her.

This is too weird. What she makes him feel is weird. He doesn't want to get nearer.

"I'm a writer. And a drunk. And I love Draco."

She pauses and looks at him.

Really looks at him.

"Those are not things you do. In fact, those are just aspects of your life. Are you afraid of me?"

He blushes deeply. "I don't know. I--you make me feel... strange. Like I did back home. Or maybe it's just being kidnapped. I dunno."

"I'm sure it's me. I do that to people. It's why I stopped going out. Best if I just quietly and distantly fulfill my duty."

She drops her hand and turns toward the door.

"We have too much in common, too, I think. Parents and upbringing."

"If I touch you, will I break?"

She has a feel about her. He's afraid to go nearer. And he is sorry. Because he does want to. He wants friends.

As they walk out of the room, she smiles over her shoulder.

"I'm not sure. Still, even if you never touch me, I'd... I'd like if we talked. I have too few people to talk to."

In fact, Sorrow has no friends. She lives in her room, reading her books or painting her pictures. Her only interaction is with her family, when they come by.

It's not a sad life.

It's her life, and she's content with it.

It's... not dissimilar to Miniver's life. Only he's lonely.

"Okay. I'd like that, too." He follows after her.

Sorrow had been lonely, but she's been alive too long for it to matter much anymore.

She leads him down the stairs, taking her time so he doesn't get winded behind her.

"Skill's a very good cook," she says. "She's... just very good at everything."