New Divide

New Divide: 41

Sitting in silence, Margo sat cross legged on her bed just flicking through a book. Lightly frowning she looked around. She thought she had heard something, giving a shrug she pinned it down to Hank being downstairs working. More often than not him hammering away at something echoed upwards.

"Margo, may we talk?" There it was. She looked up at the wall opposite to her. The earlier noise wasn't anything from Hank, it was the sound of interference in her mind. That's all she could explain it as. A sudden noise, like a click, or a pop, but within her mind. That's the only way she could tell Charles was present. Whether he did this on purpose or not she didn't know.

"That sounds incredibly serious, Charles. Should I be worried?" Margo asked while shutting her book and standing up.

There was quiet laughter, "No," came the simple response, Margo frowned. She may just be looking too into this, but she was rather sure he meant the opposite.

"Study?"

"If you don't mind." He answered shortly. Margo frowned. There was definitely something up, she could sense it. Oddly enough even when in her mind Charles was still rather chatty. She had never really ever known him to be silent. Other than when he was listening to someone speaking. But apart from that, he was always talking.

Walking quickly down the stairs she turned the corner and walked down the corridor. At the end the window hadn't had its curtain drawn, she could now see the night sky beyond the pane. The stars were slowly starting to shine. She smiled lightly and turned into the study.

Charles looked up and turned away from the window. It seemed she wasn't alone in admiring the night sky, this if anything caused her to smile again, though her smile faltered when he looked at her blankly.

"What? What is it? I've not done anything, I swear." She said quickly while holding her hands up and actually taking a step back towards the door.

Charles laughed and shook his head. "I know you haven't, Margo. Sit, come on," he wheeled away from the window and stopped near the chair she slowly moved over and sat down in.

She patted her knees and looked at him slowly. "What is this about? This isn't about almost smashing a window is it? I mean, if I did break it I'd get a job and pay for the repairs." Charles couldn't help but smile over the rather simple logic which Margo showed towards the situation.

Shaking his head he looked to her. "It isn't about that."

"Then what is this about? Do not take this the wrong way but I don't like this." Margo huffed and crossed her arms.

"I want to talk to you about returning to England."

"Want me to pick stuff up from the old apartment?" She piped up with a smile, which yet again disappeared when he looked at her seriously. "I'm taking that as a no..."

"It was a no," Charles said firmly while running a hand through his hair and smiling suddenly. "Though I find your wish and want to confront your parents admirable, I do not think it is wholly wise." He finally managed to say. He was trying to think of numerous ways of saying what he felt about the whole situation.

Margo's expression fell. "But...you didn't seem to mind when I first bought it up..." She said struggling to figure out his change in attitude.

Charles leant forwards to appear in her line of vision. "If I remember rightly, I never expressed as you put 'not minding'. I mentioned it sounded like an excuse for you to gloat. And that was about it." Margo shot him a look. "Let me ask you this, what will you do if they do not give you the answers you desire? You would have travelled all the way there, for nothing, and then what? You'll return here feeling defeated. Because I know that'll be how you'll feel."