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[sai_delgado]

Susan Delgado's in the bar once more, on the couch by the fireplace again, and with hot chocolate nearby as usual.

Her golden hair is loose and unbraided and mayhap a little windblown-- which might explain why she's currently trying to untangle it, say true.

[Summary: Rent!Angel testifies to Susan and Cuthbert about Roger's good character, really; Tom Riddle comes to apologize for way-back inadvertent breakage and then demonstrates to Susan that a broom really does fly-- eventually convincing her to try it herself.]

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[the_antiangst]

From another fireplace couch, Angel looks up from his notebook and sees the girl untangling her hair. He closes the notebook - his hand was starting to protest all that writing anyway - and says, "Now that's a job I don't envy you."

[sai_delgado]

"'Tis my own fault, sai," she says ruefully. "I know better than to ride without braiding my hair first, do'ee ken?"

[the_antiangst]

"Oh, there are horses here? Didn't know that. I've never been much of one for riding, but I guess that comes of growing up in the city." He grins. "My name's Angel, by the way."

[sai_delgado]

"Aye, there are," she tells him, and oh, her smile is bright. "A stable full, do'ee ken?"

"And we're well-met, sai Angel, I'd hope. I'm Susan Delgado, late of Hambry in Mejis."

[the_antiangst]

"That's not a place name I recognize. I'm from New York, myself..." He trails off as something sinks in.
"Wait, wait, wait. Are you the Susan who was having Phantom problems earlier? I think Faith mentioned you, when she was telling me about that."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is already approaching the couch, having spotted Susan there, when he hears the Phantom mentioned. Brow furrowing, he heads over.

"Evening, Susan, and...sai Angel, isn't it? We met once before."

[sai_delgado]

She looks up, with a bright smile for Cuthbert, and scoots over a little to make it clear that there's room.

"Goodeven, 'Bert."

"And ye say true, sai Angel-- Faith were there when she brought the Phantom out of the rafters." Steadily enough, even if she doesn't particularly like to remember it.

[the_antiangst]

He nods at Cuthbert, and finally gets around to sitting up - this is going to require a bit of an explanation.
"Okay, the thing is? That was one of my friends from back home. And he does not usually do stuff like that. I was surprised when Faith told me he was in the cells for it earlier - he's hardly social enough to strike up a conversation, never mind stalk people. She said there was something going around messing with people's personalities and thinks he was on the receiving end of that."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert's eyebrows go up as Angel speaks, and then he nods.

"Yar, there was a note about that in the security office...some kind of evil fly, apparantly. So...are you saying your friend isn't really the Phantom?"

[the_antiangst]

"No, he's not. The fly thing makes the most sense of anything I've heard so far. And the other night notwithstanding, he can't have been at it the whole time - I asked Faith, and she said the stalker problems started a good two weeks before Roger even got here."

[sai_delgado]

She's not heard anything of flies or security notes; all Susan knows is that the musician she met by the lake had left her two roses and a note, and were tackled from the rafters.

Mayhap it's to be expected she's silent, listening.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is silent for a moment, considering this.

"Well. I'm relieved to know your friend isn't a danger, but I guess this means the real Phantom's still out there."

[the_antiangst]

"There is that, yeah. But... did either of you have problems with him bothering you before? Because if you didn't, then you may not now." He shrugs. "It's hard to say for sure, but that's a possibility."

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom approaches Susan tentatively.*

Miss Delgado, might I interrupt?

[sai_delgado]

"Goodeven, sai," she says, smiling. "Long days and pleasant nights-- and ye're not really interrupting anything, say true."

[young_tmriddle]

Good, good. Er, I wanted to tell you... that is to say, Tonks told me...

I'm fretfully sorry for speaking to the way I did when I first met you. About the, er, fire being pleasant. I had no idea until Tonks told me not a week ago about the, er, unpleasant associations you have with fire.

[sai_delgado]

Her hands stop moving in her hair suddenly, and Susan looks up at him.

"I wouldn't have expected ye to, sai Riddle. How could'ee have?"

Even as she says this she knows the answer -- the books, those damned books -- but she waits to see his response anyway.

[young_tmriddle]

I had no idea or I should never have said such an offputting thing. I hope you can forgive my words, even though they were said long ago and were not meant to remind you of unpleasantries.

[sai_delgado]

"It's all right, sai," she tells him softly. "Ye didn't know -- ye didn't mean it so."

[young_tmriddle]

*He smiles softly.*

I didn't want you to think I'd said so on purpose. I knew people from your world distrusted magic users, and I understand why, now.

[sai_delgado]

She looks at him silently for a moment.

"How much did sai Nymphadora tell ye?"

[young_tmriddle]

Only that you were burnt to your death at the hands of a witch.

[sai_delgado]

"Ye say true," Susan says, and that softly.

[young_tmriddle]

And I... is the phrasing "I cry your pardon"?

[sai_delgado]

"It is, sai." A beat. "And ye have it, as well."