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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

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[balletrat]

*Meg pales.*

But that doesn't necessarily mean it's going to happen, right?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Not necessarily. But...Meg, you can't tell anybody. Especially Tonks or Bernard, 'cause...well, obviously. But I mean, nobody." Faith is very, very white herself. "I'm going to do everything I can to stop it...but they can't know."

[balletrat]

*Meg nods, once, her face determined and hard.*

'course not. I won't tell a soul.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith nods back. "OK. Good. Thanks." She sighs, running her hand through her hair. "It's so messed up. Charlie having to kill that guy, and Tonks, and all this...I need to sleep. I need to tell Nick nobody's trying to kill him, and then I need to sleep."

[balletrat]

Yes.

On all acounts, *Meg agrees fervently,* yes.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith nods, hesitates, and then hugs Meg tightly. "Forgive me?"

[balletrat]

*Meg is frozen for a long moment.

But finally hugs her back.*

Yes.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith closes her eyes, sensing the hesitation, and releases her. "I will never, ever do anything to your legs," she says, quietly. "I promise."

And off she goes, without another word.