No Rest for the Righteous (D'rorah)

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

Cavan had finished his homework not long ago and was now pouring over a large book full of strange languages. Since his last meeting he hadn't let up on his studies either for school or his languages. He was getting a lot more sleep now that D'rorah was back in school, obviously alive. He had gone through three more languages since he'd last seen her in the Room of Requirement and was now working on a fourth. He'd started wearing brightly colored outfits again as well, taking the time and effort to change out of his uniform as soon as classes were over, instead of living in the almost 24/7.

Currently, he was reading the large book, scribbling furiously on a previously blank page in a notebook quiet larger than one normally sees them. With each language he learned, the easier and quicker he could learn the next. He'd been so busy trying to occupy his mind as to not worry about D'rorah that before today he hadn't noticed it. He'd only just started with this new language and already the characters and symbols were looking familiar and he could almost hear the language spoken in his mind as he read each on, sounding it out and immediately understanding the basic meanings alone.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah walked up behind Cavan in the library. A small smile came to her face as she watched him work furiously away at his translations. Almost immediately, her irritating encounter with Paris on the way here had been forgotten. She was glad to see he had started without her, though slightly irritated with her own tardiness. It was quite unlike D'rorah to be late... she kept to her schedule quite rigidly. But, she supposed there was little point in pondering the matter any longer. Walking up silently behind him, she leaned over his shoulder and offered a light, sisterly kiss to his cheek.

"It has been far too long, Mister Weiss," she murmured quietly. "Owing to my previous condition, our last meeting feels almost as though it never occurred." Straightening, she made her way to the other side of the table and took a seat across from him. It was clear that changes had occurred in her since they had last spoken... her eyes were back to their usual icy grey, rather than the torturous black depths they had been before; her skin was still as pale as it had always been, but no longer tinged with grey; and her hair... though the wide streaks of grey had remained, the streaks of black which had previously accompanied them had all disappeared. The grey, she assumed, was from stress... and it would likely be there for the rest of her life.

Taking the seat directly in front of Cavan, she looked over at his work. "You have progressed so quickly. Your mind is truly remarkable," she complimented. "Now tell me, how might I assist you in furthering your goals?" Her eyes were on Cavan now... this time was his, and his alone. All other distractions for the day were pushed aside as she set in to help the little brother she had never had.

[Cavan Mikal Weiss]

Cavan looked up and grinned when he sensed familiar movement behind him, and then was kissed on the cheek. He beamed, finishing what he was writing, he then set the quill aside. "It was like talking to someone only half awake... I missed you D'rorah." He smiled brightly and followed her subject change to where it should be, his learning of languages. He looked much more rested, more alert, happier, than he had been at their last meeting. It was amazing the difference that seeing a friend and knowing they're at least partially safe, can do.

He found himself blushing slightly at the comment of his mind being remarkable, "It's weird, the more I learn, the easier it is to understand the new languages and fix my own mistakes from past ones. But that's not the way it should work, is it? I mean, especially when they have nothing in common... at least they don't seem to have anything in common." He sighed, he'd thought if he said it out loud, to D'rorah, that maybe he would feel better, but he suddenly felt worse. He felt some kind of foreboding rush across him, hanging over him like a Dementor waiting for it's chance. He shook his head, brushing off the feeling and contemplating her question, "I don't really know. I know I want to study with your friend over the summer. But more than anything, I want to help you with whatever you might need help with." He bit his lip, wondering if there was anything he could really help with. After all, even if he was absorbing languages like a sponge adsorbs water, it didn't change the fact that he was a hyperactive wizard of only twelve years.

[D'rorah Philosophy]

D'rorah was pleased to see that Cavan had improved since their last visit. His eyes seemed brighter and happier, he no longer looked as though he might collapse from exhaustion. Knowing that her return was what had wrought the positive change, she felt a pang of guilt that her absence had apparently caused him such torment. Of course, she knew there was nothing she could have done about it... her abduction had taken even her by surprise. And, though she had put up a valiant struggle against the Unspeakables, they had managed to take her anyway in the end.

She saw his cheeks color slightly with her praise and smiled a bit. True to his studious nature, however, he quickly answered her question with his concern about the languages he was learning. She listened to him speak quietly, not interrupting. She lowered her voice and shifted slightly forward in her seat. Even as she did so, her hand was grasping at the wand in her sleeve pocket, murmuring a quick muffliato to dim their conversation to any ears that might be nearby.

"Mister Weiss... Cavan," she corrected herself, "you will be helping by learning these languages in ways you cannot yet possibly understand." She paused, considering how to continue. "In every generation, there are born a select few with an innate ability to learn and retain languages. No one yet has figured out the why or the how of it... but the Order of Light seeks those people out and recruits them as scribes. Scribes are responsible for learning of and protecting countless volumes... well, you will see the library when you are in China this summer. I may even chance to visit myself," she added.

"And for now, acting as a scribe is the safest part of this conflict I can place you in. I would repay your mother's trust poorly indeed if some ill were to befall you. I could not bear the thought that you were in any more danger than you are already in... so I do hope you will be content with the help you are able to offer and not wish to involve yourself any more than I already have." Internally, D'rorah almost wished she'd never met the younger Hufflepuff, not because of any part of him that she disagreed with, but simply because she knew he was in greater danger now for having associated with her. But then, if it hadn't been she who had inititated him into learning of the Order, it would have been some scout... some person less concerned for Cavan's safety. And so, at least, she was thankful that she could hopefully smooth his transition into this conflict, when any other likely would not.

"Tell me what it is you wish you could do, Cavan, and I shall do my utmost to help you realize that goal."