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Arthur & Blake

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 16:51, July 6, 2017 (UTC)~ "You're my baby sister!" He once again emphasises. "I changed your diapers, I would never not answer your messages!"

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 16:51, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Well I know that now," she mutters, sitting back. "I'm not going to hurt myself anymore, if you're wondering. I promised Ansel."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 16:59, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Ansel is dead. He wouldn't be able to stop you if you ever broke that promise. Promise me instead, because I can. Blake. Promise me. Like I promised Maisie and Mum." He reaches for her face, hoping to get her to look at him.

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 18:30, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "He was here," she says, quietly. "I'm - I'm not crazy. He was here, as a ghost, but I - I was his unfinished business," she adds. Blake meets his gaze, without any other option, and he can see just how badly she's doing. Years of pain and self-hatred are bright in her eyes, firm and unwavering. "And yet I'm more liable to trust dead people than I am alive people."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 18:44, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I believe you. I believe he was here. I believe you saw him and spoke to him. But for once, can you trust me? Please?" Finally, with Blake getting a good look at him, the pain is visible in his eyes. "I hate seeing you this way. I'll stay here with you - in England - if that's what you need."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 18:47, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "So you can leave again?" she asks quietly, her face contorting. She wants him to stay. She loves the idea. But it's just... hard to accept. Would he stick around? Would he not abandon her? "I can't afford another loss. I'm - I'm trying to get better. I have to get better. I-I told him I'd find my nieces, get my son back - I'd make sure the Schmidt Empire grew," her voice cracks, and so does her heart. "I can't afford losing someone else."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 18:52, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I'll stay." He confirms. "For as long as you need me and even after that. Okay? Just promise me you won't hurt yourself. I'll promise the same. Ill need you here in England since I'm staying." Arthur pauses a moment. "Wait. Nieces and son? How the f***."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 18:58, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She cracks a watery smile, beginning to believe that maybe he would stay. For once. Maybe she would be okay - she'd have her happy ending. She embraces him again, because Arthur is here and he is alive and he won't let her be alone again. "Yeah," she says. "I- um, I've got a boy. And - and I guess he has girls."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 19:18, July 6, 2017 (UTC) He hugs her back tightly. "How old are they...?" He questions. "Why don't you have your son?"

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 19:40, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I don't know anything about my nieces. He didn't have enough time to tell me anything about them," she sighs. "I-I didn't think I was stable enough to raise him. Grandma agreed. She took him."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 19:53, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Well, I'm here. I can ask that she give him to me and-- I guess we'll raise him together. And our... Nieces? Do we have any clue who or where they are?"

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 19:57, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I-I think I have hazy memories of a kid of his, I just don't know who the mom is, or where she is. I really don't know," she sighs dejectedly. "I'm... not sure that would work, you know how Oma is, especially with me."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 20:01, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Oma loves us. Besides, I'm stable... As I can be." he dryly chuckles. "She has no reason to not give him to me." He adds. "I guess we could ask around. Maybe there's a document somewhere listing them?"

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 20:09, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "In the Ministry, probably," she nods slowly. She shifts a little, trying to gain a sense of comfort in her seat on the couch. She tries not to get hopeful, tries not to get ahead of herself, but it's so hard, because her own son - despite not being born out of love, so much as a show of strength - is the love of her life and she, despite everything, would hate to continue living in a world without him. "Do you really think we can get him back?"

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 20:16, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I'll try my damndest, and then some more." He nods. "Are you staying here tonight? Do you want to stay in your room or... I don't know, mine I guess. I can stay it Mutter's and Vata's... And Tomorrow, I'll send Oma a letter, and I'll go to the Ministry."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 20:24, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I want to go with you, Arthur. That is my son and my nieces," she says immediately, sitting a little straighter despite the ache in her bones.

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 20:28, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Liebling, of course you can come with me." He answers with a smile. "Are you sure you're up for it, though? You need rest and..." he lifted her bony arm. "Food. We can go another day if you want, it doesn't have to be tomorrow..."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 20:30, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She hesitated. "I went to get food yesterday. I'm just not hungry."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 20:38, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Yesterday" he repeated her word. "You're insane. Come on, I'll make your favorite, like Mama used to." He stands up and pulls her up along with her, moving toward the kitchen. "Do you think everything still works?"

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 20:50, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She sighs heavily, because apparently he's not going to be any better than Audi. Being so bony and skinny, him pulling her has a big effect, practically yanking her off the couch entirely. "Hey, hey, be careful," she winces. "Umm... maybe. Not sure. With the humidity..."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 20:57, July 6, 2017 (UTC)~ "Sorry " He grinned sheepishly. "Alright, I guess there's one way to find out. What was your favorite again? Cheesy something."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 21:03, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Pizza," she feels in for him with a small smile. She has to admit, she's overwhelmed with happiness by the fact he really is here. And he's alive. "Ham pizza."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 21:14, July 6, 2017 (UTC) He gave her a look that simply said, seriously "We'll order in then because I suck at making pizza." He answered. "And ill pay."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 21:17, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "You pay? Count me in," she sighs. "I need to get back on track and into the quidditch league. Have to stop living off my inheritance, don't I?"

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 21:22, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "If you want to. Of course, you'll have an in with most teams. But it doesnt have to be Quidditch. You can do whatever you want." He answers, then he holds up a finger, putting his phone to his ear.

Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel - “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” Message Me - 21:32, July 6, 2017 (UTC) Having received a very... troubling owl from Blake, she's hurried back to England and found the Schmidt house as fast as physically possible. She's older now, a little more mature looking, clearly a woman who has found happiness in her independence. A quick Alohomora gets her inside; she flies through the rooms, expecting to find Blake hanging or in the bathtub or on the floor, but when she bursts into the sitting rooms she sees - Blake. Grown up, bony, ill-looking Blake, accompanied by... no way. No way. "Right..." she begins, looking between the two of them wildly, eyes wide and breath heavy. "Both of you - you better start explaining things. Now."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 21:36, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She's scared by the sudden intrusion, and it shows, because again the lets out a small, shrilly scream and jumps away. But it's just Rhian and - "Why does everyone like to scare me?" she asks, weakly. But she glances at Arthur and purses her lips, because should she tell Rhian? As if her appearance doesn't give away how badly she's been doing. "So now is when everyone decides to make a reappearance," she mutters, a little a lot bitterly.

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 21:40, July 6, 2017 (UTC)~ "Hold on a moment. He said into the phone, then he looked over at both of them. "I'm trying to order a pizza don't be rude!" He said, with his signature grin. Then he went back to the phone. "Make that three. What sort of pizza do you want, Rhi?"

Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel - “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” Message Me - 21:44, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She honestly can't comprehend what she's seeing right now. Two ghosts, stood in front of her, acting like the previous years of their lives never even happened. She's even further gobsmacked by Arthur's question; her stare is blank for a few moments, before she says, "I thought you were dead. What is it with this family and rising from the grave?" Her eyes turn to Blake, small and challenging but with some motherly concern in there somewhere. "What the f-ck was with that owl? I thought you'd strung yourself up somewhere."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 21:52, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I would never," she rolls her eyes. "I was going to cut a vein open. But Ansel stopped me," she shrugs, as if that were the easiest explanation to understand - ever. "Made me promise I wouldn't hurt myself."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 21:56, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Cheese. Thanks." He said into the phone, before turning towards both of them. "Yes, the dead Ansel. And something called me back here... and I'm staying." He shrugs. "Rhian, there's really nothing to worry about."

Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel - “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” Message Me - 21:59, July 6, 2017 (UTC) Her gaze falls to one of contempt, inclining her head at Blake. "You don't open a vein, you open an artery. A vein just clogs, you'd be there for hou- what were you thinking?" she sighs. Blake is deathly thin, scarily so, but Arthur looks okay. Just about. "Yeah, well - don't send me a suicide note then tell me everything's fine. You scared the living shit out of me."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 22:07, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "Now you care? Maybe you should ask yourself - what was I thinking when I was alone, depressed, suicidal? Or why I was in that state in the first place? Hm, I don't know - maybe the fact that literally everyone abandoned me? You left, Edmund left, Boyce left, mutter offed herself. Makes you wonder if it's your fault. If they abandoned you because you weren't enough to stay," she laughs, but it's cold, without humor. She sounds as broken as she looks and still feels. "I don't, Rhian. What was I thinking?"

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 22:12, July 6, 2017 (UTC) Arthur was starting to feel already more uncomfortable, useless, angry than he already was, so when Blake went off, he threw his phone at the wall. 'ALRIGHT, you two that is enough!" he yelled, looking at both of them. "Blake, Liebling, you're not alone anymore. Rhian, I'm sorry she scared you. Don't you two dare start arguing right now."

Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel - “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” Message Me - 22:14, July 6, 2017 (UTC) Her younger self would have felt Blake's words as a stab in the gut, a personal attack. Her older self, however, is hardened and gives no shits anymore. "Shut up, Blake. You're not the only one who lost people." She turns back to Arthur with exasperation, holding her hands up in surrender. "Where have you been all this time?"

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 22:20, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She scoffs, shaking her head. Her Rhian... would not have shrugged off her feelings so easily. Discarded her, like she was a piece of crap. Blake's eyes fall shut because she just doesn't want to break down in front of this girl. "I lost my mom, my dad, both my sisters, all my brothers discounting one. I even lost my son, Rhian. I'm sorry - but there's not much to level out whatever pain you felt. You abandoned me, and you don't want to accept the consequences. You were like my sister for the longest time. I looked up to you. Dammit, Rhian, I loved you. And now..." she trails off, shaking her head disappointedly and disappearing into the kitchen. All traces of hunger she might have had - all orgers to get better as soon as she could - we beginning to dwindle, barely there to begin with. Right now, it was just her son that kept her here. Otherwise, she'd long since been gone.

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 22:28, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I was in Germany. I got married to Maisie. That's where I've been. I've been living my life away from England, where all I ever wanted to do was kill myself. Now I'm back, and I'm staying for her." He pointed at Blake. "And if you ruin that, I swear to God, Rhian..."

Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel - “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” Message Me - 22:31, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She sends Arthur an icy stare; one of daggers, one of when have I ever done anything but good for your family, before softening at the words and sight of Blake. God, she looks so... small. "Oh, Blake, I - " she begins, rubbing her hands over her face in evident tiredness: blame the jetlag and the casual emotional exhaustion. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. This isn't the fu-" a competition, she's about to say, but instead bites her tongue and lets herself sigh, before doing what she knows always used to work with Blake. "C'mere." Her arms extend, meeting Blake halfway, requesting a hug that she knows they both desperately need.

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 22:48, July 6, 2017 (UTC) "I'm not a little girl anymore," she whispers, but her voice cracks, and before she knows it, her feet are dragging her towards Rhian, arms slipping around her and her face burying in the crook of her neck. And then she just loses it, sobbing and crying for easily the millionth time this week. Just when she thinks she's cried out all the tears she's got to offer, she surprises herself. "I just miss them all," she cried, clutching onto Rhian for all she had. Emily, Ansel, Derrick, Boyce, Aeron, Lena, Edmund, Sadie - she missed them all. "So, so bad.

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 22:53, July 6, 2017 (UTC) Arthur usually hid his emotions when it came to this - well, not really. He usually punched it out somewhere. Here, he can't. He sees the exchange, and his face softens, his facade almost falls. But instead of saying or doing anything, Arthur just walks over to the couch. he sits down, pulling his feet up, and sat, staring at the hallway that led to his parent's old room. Everyone's old rooms. But he didn't say or really do anything. Arthur would let the two have their moment.

Rhian Josephs - graduated gryffindor student • porcelain, ivory, steel - “We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.” Message Me - 22:55, July 6, 2017 (UTC) She can tell by the way Blake is clinging on for dear life that she's been needing to get this out for a while. Rhian holds her back, kisses the top of her head and tries not to wince as she feels the bones protruding like mountains beneath Blake's skin - she needs to cook her something. "I know, darling. I do too."

Blake Schmidt - Holyhead Harpies' Co-Manager -We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Message Me – 23:07, July 6, 2017 (UTC) It's not long before she comes to her senses and forces to compose herself, because Rhian didn't seem too interested just a bit ago, so it's best she not force matters. Pulling away, Blake wipes her tears away and sits back down, trying not to get too attached. Rhian would likely abandon her again. She was sure of it. "Ummm..."

Arthur Schmidt - Tutshill Tornadoes Manager • A Schmidt Twin - That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Message Me - 23:10, July 6, 2017 (UTC) Arhtur looks up at he hears the sobbing stop. "Rhian... How are things with you?" He said, trying to change the subject. Help Blake.