The Chronicler pulls down a fresh parchment as Layne prepares himself. "This is so exciting," tonks says, "I want to go after him." Remus smiles softly at her and sits down on the bench between Malfoy and Snape. Are you sure you're seguro here, Lupin? Snape thinks to him, and the werewolf glances at them almost shyly. What? Between the two of you? He grins, thinking, well, there's not much either of you can do to me here in the Hall of Chronicles, now, is there? Malfoy sighs, grey eyes twinkling, and leans progressivo, para a frente slightly. He's right, Severus...I don't suppose there's many places here we could, you know, innocently wander off to. Snape looks at them side-long and thinks, I wouldn't be so sure, Lucius. If we want him badly enough, we can always get creative.
"Alright now," Remus says, trying to keep a straight face, "is this even appropriate?" Malfoy chuckles softly and says, "no, not at all. And I think you like it." He pats Remus on the back and gets up, stretches, then walks over to Layne, who has not started his scrivening yet. "Are you alright?" Malfoy asks and Layne fidgets with his fingers. "I don't know. I feel...weird about this now that I think about it." Malfoy nods and tells him, "you don't have to do this, my friend," and Layne nods. "I know," he looks at the White Wizard and smiles an almost nervous little smile. "If I don't though, I think I'll regret it." Malfoy asks him, "do you want my help?" Layne gives Malfoy his hand. "Yes."
Malfoy gently takes Layne's trembling hand and tells him he won't hurt him. There's something mais in his words than just a sentiment of 'this won't hurt a bit'. Layne can feel Malfoy's healing magic before his finger is even pricked, and his finger is healed before he realizes he was bleeding. He hears the hiss of his blood on the parchment, but his eyes don't leave Malfoy's; he truly is afraid of what will be revealed. "I have to look now, don't I?" Malfoy tells him, "no, my friend. You don't have to look, I can do that for you." Layne nods and Malfoy looks down at the parchment.
He dosen't speak. He crouches down and touches the parchment and asks the Chronicler what it means, as the family begins to gather. Snape and Remus see the odd symbols on the parchment at the same time, and Snape thinks to Remus that Layne is going to need help. Remus takes Layne's hand and leads him over to the bench, and Therion meets them half-way. tonks and Elsbet cadastrar-se Snape, Malfoy, the Cronicler, and all the puzzled birds at the parchment, and Elsbet sits down beside Malfoy. The Chronicler glances back at Layne, Remus and Therion, then says softly, "the parchment is uncertain how to translate the information in his blood." They look at him in askance and the Chronicler tells them it means that he isn't fully human. Elsbet shrugs and touches Anubis as the bird climbs up onto her shoe.
"I'm not either," she says softly, and the Chronicler sits down too. "Yes, Lady, this is true, but I sense that the difference for Layne is far greater." Loki and Johnny Rook push their way through to the parchment with Whiskey Jack following behind. They carefully step onto the parchment and closely eye the symbols. After examining the symbols for a segundo or two, Loki and Johnny Rook begin discussing them. It's a private language, one not even Snape understands, but he knows it has something to do with art, because he has heard Loki make the same sounds while creating. That another bird speaks this language thrills him, and fills his coração with wonder. What else can they do?
Johnny Rook taps one of the symbols and makes a crackling sound, to which Loki responds with a trill. He looks back at Whiskey Jack and without hesitation she preens her wings to find a loose feather. She pulls one out and turns it in her beak, then offers it to Loki. He takes it carefully, then rolls it in his bill with his tongue. He holds it still and Johnny Rook carefully pulls some of the feather away from the shaft near the tip, so that it actually begins to resemble a kind of paintbrush. "Ink, Loki?" Snape asks, and the little raven makes a clicking sound. The Chronicler accio's a small bottle of ink and places it near the three birds. As Loki carefully dips the tip of the feather-brush into the ink, Johnny Rook says that Layne should see, it's important.
As Remus and Therion lead Layne back to the parchment, the family, mystified, watches as Snape's boy communicates with the confused parchment. He makes a symbol on the parchment, right above Layne's name. The symbols the parchment had made disappear, and Loki makes another. tonks looks at the parchment, then at Therion. "Those are runes, aren't they?" Therion nods as Loki makes a third, and says softly, "the Elder Futhark, if I am not mistaken." The Chronicler extends a steady hand toward the parchment and says evenly, "Ingwaz, Ehwaz, Algiz." Layne pulls his hair back and ties it up. "What is he saying?" Therion says he's not sure, but Malfoy replies, "Loki says the parchment believed there was a mistake. He is explaining who you are."
The parchment absorbs the runes Loki made, then makes one of its own, as if asking a question. "That's Kenaz," Therion says, turning to Layne. "You do wish to continue, don't you? You do want to know...?" Layne nods, then says, "yes, yes I want to know." Elsbet grins and looks up at him. "Good," she says, "because Kenaz represents visions, revelations and knowledge." Loki paints 'Raidho' above 'Kenaz', which tells the parchment that Layne desires a larger perspective. After he does this, both Kenaz and Raidho disappear. "Does it need mais blood?" Layne asks, then another single rune appears on the parchment above Layne's name. No one speaks, not even the Chronicler, and Loki turns to Elsbet. He gives her the brush, then walks over to Snape. Johnny Rook carefully pushes the ink bottle toward the Chronicler, then settles down with Whiskey Jack between Malfoy and Snape.
The rune displayed is Ansuz. It represents Odin. He does know the meaning of this rune. "A revealing message or insight, communication. Signals, inspiration, enthusiasm, speech, true vision, power of words and naming. Blessings, the taking of advice. Good health, harmony, truth, wisdom." But it means something else as well. As the rune disappears, Elsbet and Malfoy part to make room for him to sit down, and once his shoes touch the parchment, his scrivening begins in earnest. There first appears the name of Layne's mother, Glory Ashbough, and the information for her shows that she died the mês after Layne was attacked por Greyback. Malfoy puts an arm around Layne as his yellow eyes fill with tears, and Glory's line grows upward from her. Once her line reaches the topo, início of the parchment, his father's line begins.
There is a single name. Merrick, and his birthdate is given as 1 November 1844, with no death encontro, data given. Beside his name is a pawprint. Above his name appear those of his parents, Aesa and Vodi. Their birthdates are given as 24 June 1815 and 29 October 1825, respectively, and while Merrick's father Aesa died in 1972, his mother Vodi is still living. Beside their names are pawprints as well. Slowly, Merrick's line expands, as if the parchment must translate the information from another language, but this has a benefit; it gives Layne and his loved ones a little time for it to sink in. Aesa's parents were Sildir and Skara, Vodi's were Heimdir and Geidstar; all four were born within days of each other in May of 1798, and all four have pawprints beside their names. They all died within four years of each other, between 1980 and 1984.
Eight names appear slowly next; Hrosti and Svari, Fjolfreki and Sylling, Grundi and Roki, Helfhild and Angodar. All have pawprints beside them, and all have birth and death dates indicating long lives. On and on it goes, slowly, and Therion muses, "maybe you're the one with Dwarven blood," when he sees the name Hillvidi. Layne shakes his head and says softly, "Dwarves wouldn't have pawprints beside their names." Gradually, they have to rise as the names go farther up the parchment, but Layne doesn't stay with them. He wanders over to the other parchments, noting that the scrivening continues to fill the parchments until there's no mais o espaço at the top. Elsbet keeps a close eye on him, in case this becomes too much for him to bear.
She needn't worry though. por the time Merrick's line reaches the topo, início of the parchment, he has come back over to them. Just in time to see the origin of his father's line. It takes his Historical Notation some time to appear, and when it does, it's in Danish, but he doesn't think he needs to know what it says. He's wrong, of course. He looks back up at the names and rubs his head, leaning against Therion when the bookmaster puts an arm around him. The Chronicler reads the Historical Notation once the scrpit becomes English, his voice as full of emotion as their hearts.
In Denmark, near Copenhagen, there was a Wizarding enclave founded in the winter of the ano 394. The name of this enclave was Hekstræ, Witchtree, and all those who lived there were devoted to Odin, Thor and Freyja. Ravens were their allies, and their Familiars were wolves. But these lobos were very, very special, and there were none others like them in the whole of the world. They were descendants of Freki, Geri, Sköll, and Hati Hrodvitnir, and the four she-wolves beloved por the goddess Saga, they being Ragnir, Tolvard, Volgerd, and Hrundi. The offspring of these eight most magical lobos mixed in time with mortal wolves, but their magic was so powerful that Time could not take away what their forebearers had given them.
The line of Layne Merrick's father begins with Freki and Ragnir on the paternal side, and Sköll and Volgerd on the maternal. It is of note that Merrick was the first of his kind to take a human mate, and it is unlikely that others of his father's kind are aware of his children.
The chamber is silent and Therion holds Layne while the information settles on the fair wizard. After some time, his yellow eyes open on Snape's black ones, and the Dark wizard tells him, "I stand por what I said that night, Layne. You are a part of us." He takes a deep breath and sighs, his head heavy on Therion's shoulder. "But what am I? Half wolf? I need...time..." Snape rubs his back and Elsbet pats his arm. "What about my brother and sister? Do they know? Did my mother know? Oh, Gods, my Mom...how did she die? And where the Hell is my father now? How...do I deal with this?" He pulls gently away from Therion and turns away from the parchment. "How did I get into Hogwarts?"
Many glances are exchanged, thoughts are silently bandied about, until Remus says finally, "well, Hagrid is half Giant, you know..." Malfoy nods and runs with the sentiment, saying, "and doesn't Flitwick have Goblin blood?" There are murmurs of agreement, but Layne isn't put at ease. "Yes, but that's not like me. That's not half animal." tonks shrugs and says impulsively, "what about Centaurs? Or Satyrs?" He looks at her with a mix of frustration and sadness in his eyes. "They're a people, like Elves and Dwarves. They didn't have one parent that was human and another that was a horse or goat." He closes his eyes and covers his face for a moment, then Elsbet touches him with great amor in her heart.
"Layne, you are no different now that you were two hours ago, or the dia I met you. I amor you just as much now as I did then. This doesn't change the person that you are." The family comes to him with open hands and hearts, and the birds offer him their support as well. "You are not alone, Layne," Snape says, "no matter how hard this is, you know you are not alone." Johnny Rook taps Layne's shoe and squwaks for attention; when Layne picks him up the corvo settles snugly his hands and gazes into his bright yellow eyes. You be my Da. It's not a request, it's a choosing, and Malfoy smiles, teary-eyed. He grips Layne's shoulder and tells him, "that says an awful lot about how we all feel about you, my friend. You're needed. Don't ever forget that."
"Alright now," Remus says, trying to keep a straight face, "is this even appropriate?" Malfoy chuckles softly and says, "no, not at all. And I think you like it." He pats Remus on the back and gets up, stretches, then walks over to Layne, who has not started his scrivening yet. "Are you alright?" Malfoy asks and Layne fidgets with his fingers. "I don't know. I feel...weird about this now that I think about it." Malfoy nods and tells him, "you don't have to do this, my friend," and Layne nods. "I know," he looks at the White Wizard and smiles an almost nervous little smile. "If I don't though, I think I'll regret it." Malfoy asks him, "do you want my help?" Layne gives Malfoy his hand. "Yes."
Malfoy gently takes Layne's trembling hand and tells him he won't hurt him. There's something mais in his words than just a sentiment of 'this won't hurt a bit'. Layne can feel Malfoy's healing magic before his finger is even pricked, and his finger is healed before he realizes he was bleeding. He hears the hiss of his blood on the parchment, but his eyes don't leave Malfoy's; he truly is afraid of what will be revealed. "I have to look now, don't I?" Malfoy tells him, "no, my friend. You don't have to look, I can do that for you." Layne nods and Malfoy looks down at the parchment.
He dosen't speak. He crouches down and touches the parchment and asks the Chronicler what it means, as the family begins to gather. Snape and Remus see the odd symbols on the parchment at the same time, and Snape thinks to Remus that Layne is going to need help. Remus takes Layne's hand and leads him over to the bench, and Therion meets them half-way. tonks and Elsbet cadastrar-se Snape, Malfoy, the Cronicler, and all the puzzled birds at the parchment, and Elsbet sits down beside Malfoy. The Chronicler glances back at Layne, Remus and Therion, then says softly, "the parchment is uncertain how to translate the information in his blood." They look at him in askance and the Chronicler tells them it means that he isn't fully human. Elsbet shrugs and touches Anubis as the bird climbs up onto her shoe.
"I'm not either," she says softly, and the Chronicler sits down too. "Yes, Lady, this is true, but I sense that the difference for Layne is far greater." Loki and Johnny Rook push their way through to the parchment with Whiskey Jack following behind. They carefully step onto the parchment and closely eye the symbols. After examining the symbols for a segundo or two, Loki and Johnny Rook begin discussing them. It's a private language, one not even Snape understands, but he knows it has something to do with art, because he has heard Loki make the same sounds while creating. That another bird speaks this language thrills him, and fills his coração with wonder. What else can they do?
Johnny Rook taps one of the symbols and makes a crackling sound, to which Loki responds with a trill. He looks back at Whiskey Jack and without hesitation she preens her wings to find a loose feather. She pulls one out and turns it in her beak, then offers it to Loki. He takes it carefully, then rolls it in his bill with his tongue. He holds it still and Johnny Rook carefully pulls some of the feather away from the shaft near the tip, so that it actually begins to resemble a kind of paintbrush. "Ink, Loki?" Snape asks, and the little raven makes a clicking sound. The Chronicler accio's a small bottle of ink and places it near the three birds. As Loki carefully dips the tip of the feather-brush into the ink, Johnny Rook says that Layne should see, it's important.
As Remus and Therion lead Layne back to the parchment, the family, mystified, watches as Snape's boy communicates with the confused parchment. He makes a symbol on the parchment, right above Layne's name. The symbols the parchment had made disappear, and Loki makes another. tonks looks at the parchment, then at Therion. "Those are runes, aren't they?" Therion nods as Loki makes a third, and says softly, "the Elder Futhark, if I am not mistaken." The Chronicler extends a steady hand toward the parchment and says evenly, "Ingwaz, Ehwaz, Algiz." Layne pulls his hair back and ties it up. "What is he saying?" Therion says he's not sure, but Malfoy replies, "Loki says the parchment believed there was a mistake. He is explaining who you are."
The parchment absorbs the runes Loki made, then makes one of its own, as if asking a question. "That's Kenaz," Therion says, turning to Layne. "You do wish to continue, don't you? You do want to know...?" Layne nods, then says, "yes, yes I want to know." Elsbet grins and looks up at him. "Good," she says, "because Kenaz represents visions, revelations and knowledge." Loki paints 'Raidho' above 'Kenaz', which tells the parchment that Layne desires a larger perspective. After he does this, both Kenaz and Raidho disappear. "Does it need mais blood?" Layne asks, then another single rune appears on the parchment above Layne's name. No one speaks, not even the Chronicler, and Loki turns to Elsbet. He gives her the brush, then walks over to Snape. Johnny Rook carefully pushes the ink bottle toward the Chronicler, then settles down with Whiskey Jack between Malfoy and Snape.
The rune displayed is Ansuz. It represents Odin. He does know the meaning of this rune. "A revealing message or insight, communication. Signals, inspiration, enthusiasm, speech, true vision, power of words and naming. Blessings, the taking of advice. Good health, harmony, truth, wisdom." But it means something else as well. As the rune disappears, Elsbet and Malfoy part to make room for him to sit down, and once his shoes touch the parchment, his scrivening begins in earnest. There first appears the name of Layne's mother, Glory Ashbough, and the information for her shows that she died the mês after Layne was attacked por Greyback. Malfoy puts an arm around Layne as his yellow eyes fill with tears, and Glory's line grows upward from her. Once her line reaches the topo, início of the parchment, his father's line begins.
There is a single name. Merrick, and his birthdate is given as 1 November 1844, with no death encontro, data given. Beside his name is a pawprint. Above his name appear those of his parents, Aesa and Vodi. Their birthdates are given as 24 June 1815 and 29 October 1825, respectively, and while Merrick's father Aesa died in 1972, his mother Vodi is still living. Beside their names are pawprints as well. Slowly, Merrick's line expands, as if the parchment must translate the information from another language, but this has a benefit; it gives Layne and his loved ones a little time for it to sink in. Aesa's parents were Sildir and Skara, Vodi's were Heimdir and Geidstar; all four were born within days of each other in May of 1798, and all four have pawprints beside their names. They all died within four years of each other, between 1980 and 1984.
Eight names appear slowly next; Hrosti and Svari, Fjolfreki and Sylling, Grundi and Roki, Helfhild and Angodar. All have pawprints beside them, and all have birth and death dates indicating long lives. On and on it goes, slowly, and Therion muses, "maybe you're the one with Dwarven blood," when he sees the name Hillvidi. Layne shakes his head and says softly, "Dwarves wouldn't have pawprints beside their names." Gradually, they have to rise as the names go farther up the parchment, but Layne doesn't stay with them. He wanders over to the other parchments, noting that the scrivening continues to fill the parchments until there's no mais o espaço at the top. Elsbet keeps a close eye on him, in case this becomes too much for him to bear.
She needn't worry though. por the time Merrick's line reaches the topo, início of the parchment, he has come back over to them. Just in time to see the origin of his father's line. It takes his Historical Notation some time to appear, and when it does, it's in Danish, but he doesn't think he needs to know what it says. He's wrong, of course. He looks back up at the names and rubs his head, leaning against Therion when the bookmaster puts an arm around him. The Chronicler reads the Historical Notation once the scrpit becomes English, his voice as full of emotion as their hearts.
In Denmark, near Copenhagen, there was a Wizarding enclave founded in the winter of the ano 394. The name of this enclave was Hekstræ, Witchtree, and all those who lived there were devoted to Odin, Thor and Freyja. Ravens were their allies, and their Familiars were wolves. But these lobos were very, very special, and there were none others like them in the whole of the world. They were descendants of Freki, Geri, Sköll, and Hati Hrodvitnir, and the four she-wolves beloved por the goddess Saga, they being Ragnir, Tolvard, Volgerd, and Hrundi. The offspring of these eight most magical lobos mixed in time with mortal wolves, but their magic was so powerful that Time could not take away what their forebearers had given them.
The line of Layne Merrick's father begins with Freki and Ragnir on the paternal side, and Sköll and Volgerd on the maternal. It is of note that Merrick was the first of his kind to take a human mate, and it is unlikely that others of his father's kind are aware of his children.
The chamber is silent and Therion holds Layne while the information settles on the fair wizard. After some time, his yellow eyes open on Snape's black ones, and the Dark wizard tells him, "I stand por what I said that night, Layne. You are a part of us." He takes a deep breath and sighs, his head heavy on Therion's shoulder. "But what am I? Half wolf? I need...time..." Snape rubs his back and Elsbet pats his arm. "What about my brother and sister? Do they know? Did my mother know? Oh, Gods, my Mom...how did she die? And where the Hell is my father now? How...do I deal with this?" He pulls gently away from Therion and turns away from the parchment. "How did I get into Hogwarts?"
Many glances are exchanged, thoughts are silently bandied about, until Remus says finally, "well, Hagrid is half Giant, you know..." Malfoy nods and runs with the sentiment, saying, "and doesn't Flitwick have Goblin blood?" There are murmurs of agreement, but Layne isn't put at ease. "Yes, but that's not like me. That's not half animal." tonks shrugs and says impulsively, "what about Centaurs? Or Satyrs?" He looks at her with a mix of frustration and sadness in his eyes. "They're a people, like Elves and Dwarves. They didn't have one parent that was human and another that was a horse or goat." He closes his eyes and covers his face for a moment, then Elsbet touches him with great amor in her heart.
"Layne, you are no different now that you were two hours ago, or the dia I met you. I amor you just as much now as I did then. This doesn't change the person that you are." The family comes to him with open hands and hearts, and the birds offer him their support as well. "You are not alone, Layne," Snape says, "no matter how hard this is, you know you are not alone." Johnny Rook taps Layne's shoe and squwaks for attention; when Layne picks him up the corvo settles snugly his hands and gazes into his bright yellow eyes. You be my Da. It's not a request, it's a choosing, and Malfoy smiles, teary-eyed. He grips Layne's shoulder and tells him, "that says an awful lot about how we all feel about you, my friend. You're needed. Don't ever forget that."