Seilun Yourself Short PV Opeila Closed

How long she had stood there looking over the calmly lapping waters of the lake, Evelynn couldn't know. The sun still hung in the air above the tree-line, thus supper couldn't quite have come yet. A glance down to her wrist watch confirmed as much. It was still early enough that so long as Seilun appeared sooner than later, she'd still be able to grab a plate. When her thoughts were so occupied, the pang of hunger always seemed to prod at her peripherals, as though a gentle reminder not to forget that sustenance would be required to keep her mental capacities functioning at their greatest potential.

Still… It wasn't food that she craved, but rather the conversation that was to come. Given what Flash had said, she'd been quite hopeful at the start of the ball to have finally happened upon those who seemed as keen as she to uncover what was going on. To be able to speak to Seilun about it directly, regardless of the Slytherin's apparent hesitation, it stoked the embers within Evelynn that had grown cold following the chaos of the ball. Rather than a barrier, Evelynn viewed her counterpart's caution as a blessing. Finally here was someone who understood, or so she could only hope, the gravity and potential consequences of the school's precarious situation.

The scuffing of steps on grass drew Evelynn from her reverie. A glance over a shoulder identified the source as the one she'd been waiting for.

"Seilun," she greeted calmly, turning languidly on the spot to face her.

Her gaze flickered briefly to note a coat that seemed just a little too warm for the weather, as well as the presence of a cat that dogged its mistress's heels. She didn't question either observation. They returned to Seilun's face quickly enough, after quickly panning to ensure there was noone else within earshot. Even still, the volume of her voice was kept to the minimum level necessary to reach Seilun. An offered smile hoped to ease any of the tension suspected to exist given the tone of the letter.

"I was glad for the suggestion to talk in person. I don't disagree with hesitating to say too much in a letter. Someone else brought the concern of intercepted mail up not too long ago, and even though I've taken to passing notes by hand, I'm not particularly fond of the idea of someone poking their nose where it ought not to be and finding information they ought not to know. Or that we don't want them to know that we know. Better to err on the safe side."

"And.. Sorry about D'Spacito.." she continued, lips crimping as her gaze lidded to depict a clearly unimpressed expression. Her right arm raised to fold across her abdomen and anchor the elbow of her left while the same hand raised to toy absently with the seam of her garment at the shoulder. "I was.. Less than impressed with his recklessness. You weren't the only one who had attended with plans of interrogation. But.. Anyway.."

With an inclination of her chin, she cast Seilun an expression of concern. "Are you alright?" Even before she'd finished the question, she shrugged her brow and immediately dove into the qualifier, "Well, I mean, none of us are really alright, but.." The concern returned, eyes shifting around Seilun's face to read whatever truth might be revealed within the minutiae of the girl's countenance. "What you said in the letter… It's almost as though you think everything that's happened to Slytherin is your fault… That must be a heavy burden.. What.. Happened?"

[font=century gothic]INTERACTING WITH @Opeila Seilun[/font]

Despite everything that she had faced this year, and the trials that had preceded it, few were the things that could shake Evelynn's resolve. Once she had dedicated her mind to something, she saw it through. There was always a reason. A motivation of some sort that would drive her actions with a strength greater than any whim or fantastical desire she might have. This urge to uncover the truth, to investigate the happenings about the school, it could hardly be described as a passing fancy. Curious she might have been, but there were lives quite literally at stake.

It was no wonder, then, that her brows rose in surprise with what trailed from the other girls lips. Keep her mouth shut? Stay out of it? Advising her as though she were some sort of delinquent who was merely sticking her nose where it didn't belong without any shred of understanding of what was going on? Her own lips pressed together to a thinning line just as her brows furrows to shadow her lidding gaze. Had Seilun not concluded her introductory response with an offer to help each other, the fire of reproach that had been stoked in the pit of Evelynn's stomach might have gone unchecked. Instead, she had let it pass without commentary.

Likely good that she had refrained, as Seilun then launched into a more intriguing response to Evelynn's subsequent questions than she might have hoped for. It even served to curl the corners of her lips, the hint of a smile giving credence to the satisfaction she felt at hearing she wasn't the only one that had thought D'Spacito to be a barbaric buffoon in wizard's robes. It was a fleeting feeling, however, her attention quickly shifting to what came after. Athanatos. So that was his name. He'd been the only one the House Elves had refrained from naming in full as they hadn't been able to pronounce it. Not that it likely mattered, but she stored that away for later nonetheless.

"If anyone were to kill you," Evelynn commented quietly, squaring herself more fully to the girl as mixed concern and uncertainty spread across her features. "They would be little better than Athanatos and the rest. I can't imagine you're the only one he has tricked, either. He was fairly blatantly spreading those dreadfully tainted candies at Valentine's, and publicly for a profit. I can't imagine what he's done from the shadows where none are looking.."

Interesting that he had sent her a love letter, though… By the way she had worded it, he'd sought her out. Asked to bring her to the ball. But why? What could he have gained from that? Had he been trying to lure her into a sense of calm? Get into her good graces with flattery and attention to ask her questions, or worse.. Bring her to their side, perhaps? For a moment, Evelynn felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. A worry that perhaps she had made a mistake in inviting Seilun to converse. Given what Flash had said, she had made the assumption that Seilun could be trusted. But was that actually the case?

"What happened, though?" Evelynn asked after only a moment of deliberation. Eyes still on the girl, she relaxed her stance and shifted to take a seat on a neighbouring boulder as though silently inviting Seilun to come and sit with her. "Whatever this mistake is that you made, perhaps there's some way that good could still come of it. You said you were tricked, but maybe we can try to determine the motivation behind it…" Her voice trailed off to the crimping of her lips. It was very evident that whatever had happened, Seilun was, or at least appeared to be, rather stricken by it.

"You know…" She continued empathetically after a moment, "If there is something I'm coming to learn, it's that people tend to find things out. Sooner or later. Secrets don't usually stay secret forever. If it really is something that you're very worried about, it's better to keep control over it. People are going to hear the story, and since they will, it's better that they hear it on your terms before anyone else gets the chance to tamper with the details and paint you to be some sort of villain. Why don't you tell me exactly what happened, and we can sort out how best to do that. I owe you, after all. Let me help?"

[font=century gothic]INTERACTING WITH @Opeila Seilun[/font]