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	Peter looked over towards his uncle and smiled slightly. [color=82ca9d]"Dry if you would uncle but I do hope that we are not celebrating prematurely. I can only hope that Vera will be open to my talks tomorrow,"[/color] he said as he took a seat and leaned back, resting his cane next to him and glancing around the officers club as Miss Ridgeway joined them. Glancing towards his uncle at his question he cocked a brow. [color=82ca9d]"Perfectly fine, well perhaps not. I do have some flashbacks of my time before my return but that is to be expected after the war. Shell shock is not the most wonderful thing to deal with but I have a feeling that is not what you are referring. Dare I ask what you are speaking of or why there were so many in Vera's office when I arrived? She mentioned helping the group, it must be something of great importance. Do I have permission to be informed on the details of it by yourself or should I wait and ask Vera personally?"[/color]

	Aziza let him take the cigarette and nodded slightly as she bit her bottom lip, watching him closely as he seemed to try to calm himself. [color=a187be]You need't face these demons alone Mr. Walsh,"[/color] she said in a sympathetic voice. Sighing she turned and leaned back against the wall next to him. Resting her hands in front of her as she clutched her bag she looked over grounds of the barracks and then to the stars up in the sky. [color=a187be]"We can feel so alone in this world, as if others won't understand or because they were not there they cannot help. I too felt like that many years ago. I wondered how anyone could help me but it only took the ear of a kind old man in uniform to help me open up some and lift some of the weight in my heart. I have never faced war like you have but I have faced my own war, one I am still fighting each day."[/color]

	Looking down she kicked at the ground slightly as she opened her bag and pulled out a small worn piece of muslin cloth. Pulling it through er fingers a few times before glancing over towards Harry out of the corner of her eyes. [color=a187be]"I am forever fighting a loosing war to see my son again. I carry the wounds of the war here,"[/color] she added as she pointed to a few places on her skin where they were faded scars dotting her flesh that one would not notice unless they were truly looking for them. [color=a187be]"And here,"[/color] she said as she rested her hand on her heart. Forcing a slightly smile she tucked the piece of cloth away and looked over to Harry before slipping her arms over his shoulders and hugging him gently, just holding herself against him for a long moment. [color=a187be]"I'm here should you ever need me Harry."[/color]

	


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[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o7TKrz1xV63UquilO/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]	

	Vera couldn't believe what she was hearing, it seemed that he was enjoying making her this angered and hurt. As if she was some toy to play with, a pawn in his game. The click of her heels stopped as she whirled around and out of no where the flat of her hand landed across his cheek and the sound of skin on skin echoed through the halls of the museum. She had actually just slapped him. Granted she wasn't a strong women physically and had no skill in the arts of fighting but she was a woman and slapping a man across the cheek when he insulted said woman seemed to come as second nature. As if they were born with the knowledge and skill to execute it. 

	[color=f7976a]"How dare you, as if I was some blithering idiot. A hydrogen peroxided debutante just flowering for your attentions. I am not some mouse for you to play cat games with Mr. Drake! Had I had any affections for you, and I am not saying that I am, I am far more likely to admit such folly if you would cease and desist with your mind games. Even then I can assure you that I would be hard pressed to admit anything but a general apathetic loathing of your presence currently. Why in the name of the Pharaoh's admit such personal misguided feelings to one I know for certain harbors nothing for me in return? I would rather skip naked through London smeared in plum jam and wearing a tear cozy on my head than to profess sentiments of caring and love to someone that sees me as nothing more than a conquest. A tomb to be raided and pillaged only to be left empty and destroyed inside. You wish to have some wallflower falls head over heals for you only to be scorched by the dry Sahara of your heart then I suggest you seek entertainment elsewhere."[/color]

	Her words bellowed from her lips as she spoke and each moment that passed it became more and more clear just how insulted and hurt she truly was. She was hardly holding anything back at this moment other than just straight out admitting she felt something for him but she was going to be damned to say it at this point. The smug look on his face, his words, told her it didn't matter who she was, he would have done the same thing if it was her, Josephine, Lady Kingston, or any woman that crossed his path. Shaking her head she turned around and stormed off at an alarming rate down into the deep storage of the museum, not even thinking that she had yelled so loudly that her voice would have echoed through each area of the museum. Coming to the shelves where the tiles where held she nearly toppled the cart over as she flung it next to the stacks and started moving the tiles onto it. Keeping her head down as her bangs came down and covered her features hiding her expression from view and thankful for once for the unruly curls.