Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Twenty-Eight ☚

• December, 1926 •

Genevieve was hoping she wouldn't be recognised as she approached the Second Salem church. She was only going to the alley way nearby but Mary Lou was sharp, Genevieve wouldn't be surprised if the woman caught her lingering. However, nothing of the sort occurred as a hunched figure walked down the thin, walled off walkway.

From a distance, Credence could tell it wasn't Mr. Graves that was waiting for him. The silhouette was too small, too dainty; it reminded him of a certain girl but it couldn't be.

Credence was cautious.

He approached step by hesitant step until his eyes adjusted to the minimal light drowning the figure.

There was long brown hair, a delicate frame and soft features that made up a memory from so long ago.

"No..." he mumbled to himself, unable to believe what was happening.

While he stood before Genevieve, his eyes now fixed to the concrete, the small witch watched on with a saddened smile. Credence didn't get better after she left, he only seemed to have gotten worse.

"Hello, Credence" she smiled, her voice soft as she desired to reach out. But she knew that somewhere close by, Grindlewald was listening in and watching every movement.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone close to a whimper as he peered up through his thick lashes.

"I've come back, I've come to see you", Genevieve stepped forward... Credence stepped back.

"Why? Where did you go?".

"I went to England-" Credence's head shot up, "- I ran away... I wanted to take you, I had your ticket ready in my pocket. However, something changed".

Credence felt bitter as she stood before him. What did she mean? What happened? Why didn't she say goodbye?

"Why didn't you come back for me?" he cried quietly, refusing to shed tears as Genevieve took a risk and cupped his face gently. Credence could suddenly feel the warmth of her hands over his cheeks, they made the cold fizzle out from his skin as he unconsciously shuffled closer.

"Because I wanted to be stronger, for you. To find a place where we would be free... Where we could have magic".

Once the whisper left her lips, Credence split his lips into that rare smile.

"Magic?" He questioned, his voice lighter as Genevieve pulled her Rougarou hair core wand from her pocket and pulled it between them.

Under the subtle light, Credence captured the beautiful carvings trailing across Genevieve's wand and the pretty stone encased at the handle. It distracted him as Genevieve said:

"Lumos".

At the spell, the tip of the wand illuminated and revealed Credence to Genevieve fully, she saw those defined, dark features plagued with agony and horror. When she saw him, she felt like she was finally home.

At the spell, Credence finally witnessed the change in Genevieve's exterior. He didn't know a person could grow more enchanting, but she could. Maybe it was because she was a witch, maybe she had him under her spell. But he didn't feel intoxicated or controlled. Credence understood.

"We could have this, Credence... Together",

"Together?" He asked, his voice growing in volume.

"Forever-" she smiled, "- just me, you and everything we could ever want... You want that, don't you Credence?".

"Yes-" he chuckled into a smile, "- it's everything I dreamed of".

"But we can't have that until you do something for me... For Graves".

Credence froze then at the familiar name. At the wizard's name. At his friend's name. How does she know him? he questioned while Genevieve's breaths fanned over him. Yet, he let those concerns and thoughts drift as he remembered what Genevieve said.

Them, together; for ever and ever.

"What is it?".

"The Obscurus, we need to find it" Genevieve reminded him, forcing Credence to nod his head in knowing.

"I'm trying... Like I said, if I knew if they were a boy or girl, I could find them" Credence informed Genevieve as he pushed himself closer against her, until their chests were pressed and breathing together.

"Graves said they were close to Mary Lou, yes? Then it must be a girl, your sister, Modesty? What about her?" Genevieve interrogated softly.

"Maybe... But I d-don't want to talk about this a-anymore" Credence announced nervously, communicating perfectly what he desired. Therefore, Genevieve wrapped her arms carefully around Credence's shoulders and pulled him in closer.

The boy nuzzled his head freely into Genevieve's neck as he snaked his long, limbs around her torso, encasing the girl fully in his frame. He had missed her scent and secretly, Genevieve missed his.

She knew he didn't have magic, that he was a Muggle and she wanted to be disgusted and feel sick from holding him like this. Yet she couldn't, her mind refused to as she willingly pulled him closer.

But, Genevieve couldn't forget about the black shadow watching over them both. Everything was going according to plan. Genevieve was making that happen. Grindlewald just hoped the witch wasn't growing too attached to the boy, not like before.

She couldn't help it though. It was Credence at the end of the day. He made her heart race, her mind fog with adoration, her body be drenched in heat... It wasn't so easy to obey Grindlewald's silent orders.