<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly - Talking with Brutus</em></div><hr/><br/>When he actually agreed that she should run away and that he was considering doing so himself, she was shocked. Lavender was sure she could never do anything like that. What would she do if she left on her own? Where would she go? It wasn't like she was all that equipped to take care of herself. She'd never be able to take care of herself. Or maybe that was just her mother's voice in her head telling her that. Either way, it hit her pretty hard. She could imagine running away all she wanted to, but it was unlikely to ever happen, "...I don't think I could do that..." living in a flat of her own, probably near her parents, but she could never just up and leave the country. Lavender could only imagine how angry her father would be if she left and only wrote once a year. Oh he'd be furious.<br/><br/>"Why would you want to leave anyway?" from the picture, his father seemed like a nice guy. Smiling like that and all. She couldn't understand why he'd want to run away if his dad was a good person, "Is your father not very nice?"<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange - Making nice-nice with Remedy</em></div><hr/><br/>He smirked as she said she was looking for him. While he didn't approve of trying to bring Remedy over to 'their side', if Barty wanted to fool around with her, then he'd certainly help him. It would be nice to see his sister married to a proper pureblood and away from those blood traitors and mudbloods. She really had no clue what went on in Slytherin House. They weren't just some kids that happened to be sorted together. They were a 'family' of sorts. A very dysfunctional one and he'd never turn his back on any of them, but they were a family nonetheless. They were bound by blood. Magic blood. Remedy, no matter what anyone said, was a part of it too. She just seemed to refuse to accept it.<br/><br/>When she tried to push past him, he grabbed her arm and gave her a sympathetic look, "Wait a minute, Remy," he pulled her away from Narcissa's compartment a bit, "Come on. Barty wanted me to talk to you, so lets talk. I'll be nice. I promise. You're still my baby sis, right?" he smiled sweetly as he started to lead her towards an empty coach, "We used to be like twins," they were almost exactly nine months apart in age, "I miss talking with you like we did as kids. I really do," it was a lie, but it was more than he'd give to most people, "What did you want to talk to me about?"