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Oh, do you really, now? [blinks]

[He nods slowly, watching the man] I see everything.

Everything? [blinks. yes, again.] Has anyone ever told you it's rude to spy upon people, young man? [trying to sound authoritative; instead sounds shaky]

I'm not spying. [He shakes his head] I'm just... here. [He appears wherever he wants to be. It's not something he can always help] I've been dead for seven years.

Oh yes? [and now he grimaces, sympathetic like...] I'm sorry to hear that...

I mean, I had a sister-- I suppose she's been dead for close to that long, herself... Do you happen to know if she may still be around, as well? She was far too young to die, obviously, and thus -- maybe she held onto this world, same as you...? [he can only hope, at any rate; though really, the more he considers it, the less he really likes the idea of his kid sister being a shade on this earth, rather than in Heaven, where she deserved to be...]

It's alright. It's not that bad. [He even smiles]

[Noah tilts his head, thinking] I don't know. Did she die on a ley line? I only know about ley lines. What's her name?

... do you mean to say, you insinuated that you know everything that I've done over the past seven years, and yet-- you do not know my sister's name? [when Matthew was, after all, the one who killed her... which is what he's so damned terrified of word getting out about!] She was Mary Selwyn, naturellement... May still go by that name in Death, even though i know she always hated being associated with our "swotty" family... [and here, he smiles briefly, too --
very briefly!]

Oh no, no. I don't know what you've done for seven years. I've been dead for seven years, but I'm not keeping track of everyone's lives. I've been busy, you see.

But I can find out. I can try. [He's always helpful, if not anything else. He can tell, though, what this man had been up to]

Why?

[Stocke pauses, sloooowly closing the White Chronicle on its blank pages. Heiss is no longer a threat, but that doesn't mean letting knowledge of time travel out willy nilly is a good idea. On the other hand... whoever this is, unless they can also time travel, they shouldn't be able to realize what he's doing just by seeing the book.]

...what have I been doing? [He doesn't sound confused - he's testing.]

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Er-- I'm sorry? Why-- what, exactly?

Why did you do it?

Do -- it? [blinks] Oh dear God, you mean -- you do know, then?

I know things about the people around me. [He wont tell though, he has no reason to. Most people don't even see him, anyway] I'm just curious.

In-indeed...! Well... I thought that she was going to expose me as a ruddy Death Eater, and thus -- I had to silence her...

Of course, i regret it to this day... Because I miss her so bloody much that I would much rather have gone to Azkaban -- the wizarding prison, you see -- as a mere Death Eater, rather than a sororicide!

Sometimes people make mistakes like that. Accidents. [Noah tells himself that his murder was an accident too. His friend didn't really mean to do it. He just had to at the time]

Are you a wizard?

In-indeed, well-- I wouldn't call it an "accident" really, for I had meant to silence her for forever, of course-- but -- I had not meant the crime to be as brutal as it was! I mean, I'd missed her heart and her lungs at the first two stabs, because I kept ramming against her ribcage -- but then, I angled the blade, and I... [he shakes his head, quietly wiping a few tears from the corners of his eyes, trying not to sniffle like a baby!]

[And so: instead he leaps on the new subject at hand.] Why, yes, indeed, I am...! [SCREW the Statute of Secrecy, after all! Isn't that the very law that got wizards into so much bloody trouble: what with all the resentment building over having to keep their powers secret, and thus being unable to live ostentatiously with magic?]

Why do you ask? Are you, as well...? Orr -- perhaps I really ought to ask, were you a wizard, in life, that is!

... I guess I should just put an obligatory 'I'm sorry' in here then.

Are you really sorry though?

[Noah visibly winces at the whole bludgeoning explanation. He's not one for violence, especially of that nature. It hits too close to home] That's not right. She probably loved you.

[He shakes his head, but he can't take his eyes off the man] I'm just a boy. Though I guess I'm magical in a way.

I'm pretty sorry about a lot of things, yeah.

[Noah eyes the man, shifting from one leg to another] Do you wanna tell me about your day?

Not much to say, I've just been riding today. It's been quiet.

[And it's not dusk yet]

I like quiet. Things haven't been all that quiet lately, though. People seem antsy and stressed.

Do you take people's souls?

... That's not me. Just... a part of me.

[He's only slightly worried this man wants to take his. He knows he's been around a lot longer than he should have been, in this half corporeal state] Do you not want it to be part of you?

[Depends on how much of a sinner you are, friend]

I didn't ask for this curse. I got it because I was stupid, but it wasn't what I wanted.

[About the worst thing Noah has ever done was to steal his mother's birthday schnapps. He still feels incredibly guilty about it. He'd replace them every day if he could]

Do you have to do it then, even if you don't want to? Maybe you can just do other stuff instead.

I do. I don't really get a choice in the matter anymore.

What would happen if you tried not to?

It wouldn't matter, he'd just take over anyway. The best I can do is just stay out of everyone's way.

[Noah tilts his head, watching the man intently] Does it hurt?

Like my soul is on fire.

I know some people who feel like that, too.

Are they in Hell?

Oh no, no. One of them is my friend. He's alive. The other one is not my friend.

One of them killed me.

In-indeed, I know that she did in fact, love me... before that bloody night, at any rate...! [Of course, he means both "bloody" as in "damned" and as in "literally, covered in blood", but he does not voice this, feeling his voice disappear as his throat clenches shut. Strangulation: that was what he deserved for what he'd done to his own sister! Nay, not just strangulation, even; that wouldn't be poetic justice, at all. No, there would have to be a knife buried deep inside his own chest, too, only missing his heart, so as to ensure that wretched organ would continue to function, until the strangulation killed him after four or five minutes...]

Do you? And how did you manage that?

[It's idle curiosity more than anything. Eliza hasn't been doing much the past couple days beyond painting and shifting to her true form, a phoenix, and flying high in the air. She doesn't feel particularly threatened by anyone because of what she is.]