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Regan Black Ravenclaw Alumna
-Owner of Different Strokes and Spy for The Black Parade
– 16:00, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

"Not released," she said, pulling away. She didn't want to... but the food had been served up and she wanted to eat before they had to leave. "Dad's told Rose how to take me to his parents old... place. Said it'll be the safest place for me."

Hope Black Hufflepuff Alumna - Head Healer at St. Mungo's
-"My family is my strength and my weakness."
– 16:00, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

She nodded. "Okay." She noticed why Regan was pulling away and immediately let her go. "You eat. How long before you go? Do you need anything?"

Rose Grace Black - WizCo Coder
Send Me an Owl! - 16:02, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

"I'm packing up now and once Regan is done we'll go...if you want to talk to her for a few minutes you can though." She'd leave the kitchen to go get some other things packed.

Regan Black Ravenclaw Alumna
-Owner of Different Strokes and Spy for The Black Parade
– 16:06, June 25, 2019 (UTC)~

She and Mum had talked for the better part of a half hour. Regan squeezed her Mama tightly. "I'm safe now," she said. "And you know where I'll be."

Hope Black Hufflepuff Alumna - Head Healer at St. Mungo's
-"My family is my strength and my weakness."
– 16:06, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

She nodded. "We'll do what we can in the next few days to get stuff from your apartment-- more clothes. But we won't be able to go there right away without it looking suspect."

Regan Black Ravenclaw Alumna
-Owner of Different Strokes and Spy for The Black Parade
– 16:06, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

She nodded. "It's fine. I have my wand-- I can always alter stuff if I need to."

Rose Grace Black - WizCo Coder
Send Me an Owl! - 16:08, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

She'd packed a couple bags of food, and one with old clothes of hers and Regan's for Regan to wear along with toiletries and sleeping stuff. "You'll have to help me carry everything Regan...are you ready to go?"

Regan Black Ravenclaw Alumna
-Owner of Different Strokes and Spy for The Black Parade
– 16:09, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

She nodded, reaching down to grab two duffles. "Yeah."

Rose Grace Black - WizCo Coder
Send Me an Owl! - 16:11, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

She'd nod and take Regan's hand and they'd disappear.

Hope Black Hufflepuff Alumna - Head Healer at St. Mungo's
-"My family is my strength and my weakness."
– 16:12, June 25, 2019 (UTC)

Once the girls were gone, she let out a long breath. Tears threatened again, but she pulled out her wand and sent Ferlen a Patronus, asking if he'd want to come home tonight.

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+{{Regan|Regan= "Not released," she said, pulling away. She didn't want to... but the food had been served up and she wanted to eat before they had to leave. "Dad's told Rose how to take me to his parents old... place. Said it'll be the safest place for me."|time=16:00, June 25, 2019 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=12:25, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=They'd finished dinner and the dishes, and Ferlen was sitting in the living room reading a book.  He'd set it down and look at Hope.  "So...I had a thought for the summer..."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She looked up and smiled. "Yes?"|time=13:18, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
+{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She nodded. "Okay." She noticed why Regan was pulling away and immediately let her go. "You eat. How long before you go? Do you need anything?"|time=16:00, June 25, 2019 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=13:20, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd nod.  "Well...how much were you raised as part of the pure-blood society?"}}
+{{Bond_em7|time=16:02, June 25, 2019 (UTC)|Rose="I'm packing up now and once Regan is done we'll go...if you want to talk to her for a few minutes you can though."  She'd leave the kitchen to go get some other things packed.}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= "I wasn't," she said. "My grandfather raised me... pretty far away from everything. And he didn't believe in blood supremacy, why?"|time=13:27, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=13:31, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd nod...that's about what he'd suspected.  "Well my parents were in the thick of it, and I was raised as a proper pure-blooded gentleman." He'd scoff.  "Anyway, even before I went to Hogwarts I had a through education of high societal skills.  I know you and I have chosen to live here and ignore that society...but the girls may want to see some of it someday, so I thought maybe over the summer it would be helpful to try teaching them some of those things."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= "They may want to see some of what?" She asked, clarifying. "And... what sort of things?"|time=13:50, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=13:56, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen="They may want to be part of high society.  I thought we'd start simple with some things they might enjoy that I could teach them and go from there." He'd smile.  "...and it would also give me some time with each one individually after work too."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She considered that. "I suppose that Rose might like that. I don't know about Regan as much. What are the things you'd be teaching them?"|time=14:32, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:35, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen="I thought Rose might like to learn to dance.  For Regan, I felt fencing might be more appropriate.  I think they might both enjoy horseback riding.  I figured we could start there and see how interested they might be."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She nodded. "Sure, I don't see anything wrong with that."|time=14:37, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:39, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd nod.  "I think I'll probably just tell them I have things to teach them, then see how they react when they figure out what it is." He'd pause.  "So...is there anything you'd like to teach them or work with them on over the summer?"}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She furrowed her brow. "I guess... I don't really have anything, no. I've already been working with both of them on how to cook."|time=14:42, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:43, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd nod.  "You could always teach them some basic medicine stuff...parts of the body, bones, basic healing spells...that sort of thing."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She shrugged. "They've never shown any interest. I'd rather they want to learn something like that, then make them feel like they have to, just because I do."|time=15:01, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:04, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd nod, thinking.  "Well...we should try to have ''something'' for them over the summer.  We don't want them to just...sit around."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= "I'm sure they won't. They'll play outside or... Rose will work on her music and Regan will paint, and it sounds like they'll have all kinds of activities with you as well..."|time=15:10, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:18, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd nod.  "I just want to make sure they're not rotting their brains all summer.  I know when I was in school I went back to Hogwarts knowing most of the stuff they would teach the next year...but neither Rose nor Regan really seems like much of a studier."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She shrugged. "I agree, Ferlen, that they shouldn't be lazy over the summer. But I don't think they need to go back ahead of their grade level... do you?"|time=15:20, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:26, March 23, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd shake his head.  "No...it was just an example of what I did.  I don't expect that from them...I just want to make sure they're still learning and not getting into trouble, especially while we're at work."}}
-{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She nodded. "Of course."|time=15:29, March 23, 2017 (UTC)}}
-===Ferlen and Regan===
-{{Bond_em7|time=16:35, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd be looking for Regan, finding her in the living room.  "So...how's summer treating you so far?"}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She glanced over at her Dad. She was sitting on the couch with her sketchpad, and some charcoal pieces next to her. "Fine."|time=16:39, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=16:40, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd nod.  "I thought maybe you and I could spend some time together this summer."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She looked at him suspiciously. "Why?"|time=16:41, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=16:45, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd raise an eyebrow.  "Does a Father need an excuse to want to spend time with his daughter?"}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "When it comes out of nowhere? And you've never asked before?" She shrugged. "Just seems a little weird."|time=16:47, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=16:48, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd shrug, sitting on the couch.  "You're getting older and...I want to make sure I know the person that you're turning into since people change as they get older."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= The suspicion intensified. "I'm not going ''bad''."|time=16:50, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=16:52, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd shake his head.  "I didn't mean to imply that you were.  You're just...turning into a teenager and becoming a woman and I don't want to stop knowing who you are along the way.  I'd be very sad if I didn't spend any time with you, then looked up and you were seventeen and getting ready to move away."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She squirmed uncomfortably. "Ew, Dad... c'mon."|time=16:55, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=16:56, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd chuckle.  "Besides...I had an idea for what we could do with the time together if you liked it."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= The suspicion returned. "What is it?"|time=16:58, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=18:16, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd smile.  "A surprise.  Go change into something that you won't mind getting dirty, and meet me back behind the house."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She frowned. "What are we doing?"|time=18:26, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=18:29, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd smile and head outside.  "It's a surprise."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "Then why would I go? I want you to tell me, so I can decide if I want to do it or not."|time=18:31, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=18:34, March 27, 2017 (UTC)|Ferlen=He'd pause at the door.  "...and I want you to decide based on the fact that I want you to do it, and that I think you'll enjoy it.  I'll be waiting outside." With that he'd step through the door with it closing behind him.}} {{Regan|Regan= She shrugged. She wanted to know... he wasn't telling her, so she wasn't going to go. She grabbed a piece of charcoal to start on her etching.|time=18:35, March 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-===Regan and Rose===
-{{Regan|Regan= She was laying down on the couch in the living room, legs draped over the armrest. She was holding up a small canvas that she'd outlined, but not painted, straight up over her head as she tried to determine what was ''wrong'' with it.|time=14:10, June 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:11, June 27, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd come in and stare at Regan with a confused look on her face for a few moments.  "...if you paint like that you'll get it all over yourself and the couch."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She put it down and gave her sister a bemused look. "I'm not going to ''paint'' it like this."|time=14:13, June 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:15, June 27, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd smile.  "You have to admit it wouldn't be the weirdest thing you'd done for art."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with it, and I thought a different angle might help."|time=14:18, June 27, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:19, June 27, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd move over so she could see it better.  "What do you mean?  It's...mostly blank.  What could be wrong with it?"}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She passed it over to Rose so Rose could see the faint pencil lines. It was clearly a man, but not one Rose had ever seen... but he looked a bit like Regan.|time=14:20, June 27, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:22, June 27, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd stare at the faint lines.  "Is this...your dad?"}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She sighed. "Or what I imagine he might've looked like."|time=14:23, June 27, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:26, June 27, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd nod slowly.  She had an old picture of her Mom that her Dad had given her.  "You know since he painted I'm sort of surprised he never painted a picture of himself...or that there's no pictures anywhere.  You'd think there would at least be pictures of when he married your Mom."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "I wouldn't be surprised if Mum destroyed everything associated with him," she said, furrowing her brow. "And I certainly wouldn't blame her..."|time=14:28, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=14:30, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd shrug.  "You could ask if you wanted to..."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "But we did ask... and..." she frowned. "And I didn't even get the whole story."|time=14:31, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:07, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose="Maybe now that we're older it's time to push again.  Or...maybe someone else who knew your dad would have one.  We could ask about friends they had that might have known him and go talk to them."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "I... kind of did ask someone else," she said. "I ran into Aunt Bronwen in Hogsmeade right at the end of term. That's how I ''know'' I didn't get the whole story."|time=15:08, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:10, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd frown slightly.  "You...have an aunt?"
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+{{Regan|Regan= She and Mum had talked for the better part of a half hour. Regan squeezed her Mama tightly. "I'm safe now," she said. "And you know where I'll be."|time=16:06, June 25, 2019 (UTC)~}}
-OOC:I don't think Rose was old enough to remember last time she was here.}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She nodded. "My Godmother, Bronwen. She was my Mum's best friend, and she's ''awesome''," she said with a grin. "But she moved to America when we were little. She used to write to me all the time... and now she's thinking about moving back!"|time=15:11, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}
+{{Hope Shaw|Hope= She nodded. "We'll do what we can in the next few days to get stuff from your apartment-- more clothes. But we won't be able to go there right away without it looking suspect."|time=16:06, June 25, 2019 (UTC)}}
+{{Regan|Regan= She nodded. "It's fine. I have my wand-- I can always alter stuff if I need to."|time=16:06, June 25, 2019 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:13, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd look surprised.  "Oh.  Does Mom and Dad know you've been writing her...or that she might be coming back?"}}
+{{Bond_em7|time=16:08, June 25, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She'd packed a couple bags of food, and one with old clothes of hers and Regan's for Regan to wear along with toiletries and sleeping stuff.  "You'll have to help me carry everything Regan...are you ready to go?"}} {{Regan|Regan= She nodded, reaching down to grab two duffles. "Yeah."|time=16:09, June 25, 2019 (UTC)}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "I assume that Mum probably wrote her occasionally, but I don't know," she said with a shrug. "It's not like I interrogate her about the owls she gets."|time=15:14, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}
+{{Bond_em7|time=16:11, June 25, 2019 (UTC)|Rose=She'd nod and take Regan's hand and they'd [[Black Manor|disappear]].}} {{Hope Shaw|Hope= Once the girls were gone, she let out a long breath. Tears threatened again, but she pulled out her wand and sent Ferlen a Patronus, asking if he'd want to come home tonight.|time=16:12, June 25, 2019 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:15, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She felt like something underhanded was going on...but knew not to give Regan that impression.  "So...what did she say about your Dad?"}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "That he left my Mum twice," she said with a scowl. "Mum didn't tell me that."|time=15:16, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:17, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose="It probably hurt her too much...besides why would that matter?  He left...isn't that enough to know?"}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "Because it makes him even more of a scoundrel then he was," she said shortly. "I have no desire to meet him anymore... unless it would be to tell him off and let him know what an..." she stopped just shy of using a word she knew Rose wouldn't like. "Jerk he is."|time=15:19, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:21, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd purse her lips.  "...not even to give him a ''chance'' to try to explain?"  They'd had this conversation a couple times before...and Rose knew where Regan stood...but she kept asking the question anyway since she thought everyone deserved a second chance.}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "Explain what?!" she said, kicking her legs so that she was sitting straight up as she threw her hands in the air. "He left my Mum when she was ''pregnant'' with me, and then he came ''back'' and she took him back and he ''left her again''. This isn't a good person, Rose."|time=15:22, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:23, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=Again an old argument, but still one worth mentioning.  "...and what if he had good reasons...or was trying to protect you two?"}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "Get your stupid head out of the clouds, Rose. The man had commitment issues and ran because he was a low-life who didn't know how good he had it."|time=15:25, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:26, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=Her voice would be her quiet calm norm.  "My head may be in the clouds...but at least I'm not immediately judgmental of things when I don't have all the facts or without giving someone a chance to explain."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "I wasn't! ''Before''. When he only left ''once.'' He had a second chance and he blew it, Rose." She fixed a look on her sister. "Why do you even care, anyway? He's not ''your'' bio Dad."|time=15:28, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:29, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She'd shrug.  "...because if there's a chance for you to have a solid relationship with him...something that would improve your life I don't want you to throw it away without thought."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "I thought about it before. And then I got more info. He's an ass, Rose," she said, throwing the word out there, hoping Rose would see how serious she was. "He won't add anything to my life. He's not my Dad."|time=15:31, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:32, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=The chide was almost routine now.  "Language." She'd pause.  "No...he's not your Dad...but that doesn't mean you couldn't learn some things about yourself that you got from him."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= "He's a pig. Who cares what I could learn from him." She snatched her canvas back. She knew what it was missing now.|time=15:36, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:39, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose="...what about medical things?  Like...if you could catch Dragonpox or something?  Your Mom might not know."}}
-{{Regan|Regan= She was done listening to Rose, and started to work on the canvas again-- sketching in more outlines around his features-- making them harder, more angular and generally more angry looking, at least on one half of his face.|time=15:42, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}
-{{Bond_em7|time=15:44, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Rose=She hated it when Regan just...ignored her.  It made her feel...small and unimportant.  Still...she knew she wasn't likely to get anything else from Regan while she was drawing.  She'd sigh then stand, moving towards the stairs and their room.}} {{Regan|Regan= She was utterly focused on her work now... the other half of his face she was working carefully on his eye-- making it look sad... ashamed.|time=15:49, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}
-===Regan and Bronwen===
-{{Regan|Regan= She was bouncing around, waiting for Bronwen to come over. Rose and Mum had gone out on some... mother-daughter thing, and Dad was at work-- it was the perfect scenario for Bronwen to come over to dye her hair.|time=14:52, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=15:22, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=She'd knock on the door, a bag full of dyes slung over her shoulder and her own bright hair pulled up into two cute little bunches.}} {{Regan|Regan= She opened the door and grinned widely. "You're here! Come in, come in!" she said, moving so her aunt could come inside.|time=15:25, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=15:27, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen="Hiii," she sings, swooping down to hug her goddaughter with a big, glowing grin as she walks into the warmth of the house. "Nobody else at home?"}} {{Regan|Regan= She shook her head. "It's just us two, so that no one can stop us!"|time=15:28, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=15:31, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen="Perfect." With a wink of mischief, she sets her bag down on the table and waves her wand around to brighten the already-lit lights and focus them to a particular spot in the room. "Right. I wasn't sure what colour we were going for, so I brought them all." She reaches into her bag and pulls out an array of bottles, the colours ranging from the dustiest pastels to just as neon as hers. "We can mix and experiment and play around until we find something we like."}} {{Regan|Regan= She grinned at all the colors. "Oooh, I like that dark purple-- ooh! The turquoise and... lime green would be fun too!"|time=15:32, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}} {{Regan|Regan= "Excellent! Let's go with that, then!"|time=15:37, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=15:40, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=She'd grin, and with a wave of her wand, a cloth would roll itself out on the carpet and one of the dining room chairs would pull out and place itself square in the centre of it. "I'd recommend putting some old clothes on - dye gets ''everywhere''."}} {{Regan|Regan= She nodded. "I'll be right back," she said, heading up to her room. She came back down dressed in clothes that clearly were meant for painting-- jeans lined with many different streaks of paint, and an old tshirt that looked similar.|time=15:42, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=15:45, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=The image of Regan in paint-covered clothes makes her stop for a second - she looks so much like Rex, it's almost haunting. "Right, then, m'lady," she smiles, whipping a barber's gown out from her bag and shaking it open. "What style are we going for? All of it purple, just highlights here and there, bits of it hidden?"}} {{Regan|Regan= She considered-- it was tempting to say all of it. "Let's go highlights for now... if my parents don't ground me or something maybe we can do more next time."|time=15:49, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=15:53, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=She chuckles, nodding as she quickly mixes a bleach solution in a metal bowl. "Okay, honey, take a seat and we'll get started. I'm just warning you, since we're doing this the Muggle way, it's gonna take ''ages''."}} {{Regan|Regan= She nodded. "That's fine. We can chat while you work!"|time=15:56, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=16:00, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=She slings the barber's gown around Regan's shoulders and buttons it, before pulling on a pair of gloves and walking round to the front, lip curled in concentration. "Hmm... right, let's do purple highlights, thicker at the front then fading as they go down. How bright do we want them?"}} {{Regan|Regan= "Enough to see it, but not enough to be obnoxious?"|time=16:08, June 28, 2017 (UTC)~}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=16:12, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen="Nothing wild like this, then?" she smirks, gesturing towards her own hair as she produces a series of foils and begins to separate Regan's hair. "Hehe, it's been too long since I've dyed someone else's hair. My friends over in the States often - this might sting a little, darling, it's nothing to worry about - they often came to me because I was better than the local hairdresser. We've a family full of artists!"}} {{Regan|Regan= She winced a bit, but trusted Bronwen. "I love art," she said with a grin before wrinkling her nose. "That... probably came from Rex, didn't it?"|time=16:14, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=16:17, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=She wouldn't still but would slow down a little as she slotted foils between the strips of hair. "You were more than likely influenced, yes," she nods. "Art was his whole life, and he taught you all your numbers and your alphabet through it."}} {{Regan|Regan= She wasn't sure what to do with that... and got a bit quiet.|time=16:17, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=16:19, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=Feeling a little guilty in the silence, she says, voice a little quieter: "It's a beautiful gift, Regan. You should do as much as you can with it."}} {{Regan|Regan= She almost shook her head, and then thought better of that. "No... that's... I love painting and art. That's... not what's weird."|time=16:21, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=16:29, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen="Then what is?" she asks, though she feels that she already knows the answer.}} {{Regan|Regan= "I don't know..." she said, wrinkling her nose a bit. "I don't like the idea that I... learned from him, I guess. It... it just gives Rose a good point that I don't want her to have."|time=16:39, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=16:45, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen="It's not a bad thing to inherit traits from your parents," she says. "You learnt an amazing skill. It's not related to your dad's personality."}} {{Regan|Regan= "It is when he's useless otherwise."|time=16:46, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=16:51, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen="You ''are'' like your dad, Regan," she says calmly, applying more bleach with careful strokes. "Your dad was incredible with you, and they're the bits that you'll have picked up. His skill and his talent and his humour. Not his bad parts. You never saw them."}} {{Regan|Regan= "No, because the bad part of him is the part where he ''abandoned'' my Mum ''twice'' and me once." She frowned. "If he was so good with me, why did he leave me? Did he not... like me or something? Did I do something awful?"|time=17:17, June 28, 2017 (UTC)}}{{BlueAndGrey|time=17:20, June 28, 2017 (UTC)|Bronwen=She sighs, letting hair slip from her fingers because she'd been expecting this. "Trust me, darling - your dad adored the bones of you. I hate every part of him, but I can't hate how he treated you because he never did anything other than the best. Which is what made everything so confusing. Trust me, your mum thought the same thing about herself for months after he left. He left a note we found, but it was years ago, I can't remember what was on it - and it might have been all rubbish." She bites her lip, thinking her next words through. "You can never know what truly goes on inside somebody else's heart."}}