Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Twenty-Nine ☚

• December, 1926 •

Genevieve returned to the Brownstone apartment quite late at night to the reluctance of Credence. He refused to let go and covertly, Genevieve did too. She held on for so long, his plain scent of regular washing soap was imprinted on her coat and tagged onto her body. The one thing she and Credence had in common was their attachment to each other. He didn't want to leave her and she didn't want to leave him, even though she tended to hide that for the last year. She didn't want to fall into the rut of needing him to continue.

"You're home late" Tina spoke up once Genevieve closed the apartment door behind her.

"I went for a walk, wanted to familiarise myself with everything" Genevieve said.

"It was either that or Jacob made you leave",

"You're on first name basis already? Well done Tina" Genevieve sarcastically congratulated as she hung up her coat and began to walk past Tina. However, the older woman wouldn't let her go, forcing Tina to grip Genevieve's arm and stop her in her tracks.

"He's only a No-maj" Tina reassured causing Genevieve to laugh. Her chest rumbled with the action.

"If only you would take your own advice Teenie-" Genevieve said before snatching her arm from her cousin, "- but I always knew you were a hypocrite".

Those words were why Tina could only tolerate her younger cousin.

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The next morning Newt, the Muggle and Tina were gone from their beds, causing a great distress for Queenie as she worried for her sister and the non-magic user. Genevieve obviously couldn't see why... Until she imagined a life with Credence for him only to be gone from her bedside. It sent shivers dancing down her spine until Queenie prepared some warm oatmeal to heat Genevieve back up. The winters in New York were just like in England, just not as windy.

"So where did you go last night? Tina returned to her bedroom in quite a mood" Queenie spoke up, her eyes alluring as she tried to break Genevieve's walls.

"I went out, she thought it was because of Jacob" Genevieve lied, of course she left because of the Muggle, but also so she could meet Grindlewald.

"I suppose she would-" Queenie agreed with a sigh, "- our family in England are well-known active supporters of Grindlewald".

"Speaking of our family... What were they like? When you were with them I mean, when they were teaching you" Queenie questioned.

"Perfect. Naturally, I was drawn to the Dark Arts and many wizards thought they had forced that affinity upon me -especially because of Vivienne- but, I actually chose to study them and cast unforgivables of my own free will".

"Aren't you scared you'll get in trouble?" Queenie continued to ask as she shuffled closer toward the table, intrigued by her first cousin.

"Not necessarily, I can always blame it on the core of my wand" Genevieve shrugged before finishing off her breakfast and excusing herself to get ready for the day.

During her changing and dolling herself up, Genevieve wondered what Credence could be up to. Was he talking to Grindlewald? Had he found the Obscurus? So many questions buzzed in Genevieve's mind as Queenie shouted goodbye, she was leaving for work while Genevieve wondered of Grindlewald's achievements. After all, it was a strange subject to be thinking of at nine o'clock in the morning. Not every Witch and Wizard was an avid follower of the Dark Wizard like Genevieve. He had given her a spark of hope. Grindlewald manifested Genevieve's dreams into reality. And recently, he had brought another want into reality, he had secretly promised a life with Credence... Just not the one she hoped.

No matter how hard the girl tried, she wanted to not see those eyes and fall all over again. But that was physically impossible. Credence turned her stomach with a pleasure once experienced. In those black orbs of ink that descended into pure nothingness, Genevieve witnessed everything. She felt and heard and said every word she wasn't meant to. In that instant it was a façade until Genevieve recalled how true they sounded. The whole thing was strange yet... Supernatural. Genevieve wanted it all for herself. She was selfish, fickle yet thought things through entirely, all night at that.

Genevieve couldn't be that with him. Credence just seemed to bring the best out of her. He was pure, raw, undiluted sunlight. And he only brightened her soul like diamonds against a summer sky.

These thoughts reminded her of her last diary entry, where the leaflet no longer had a place to hide at the back of her book. His memory was there, printed in fine letters that thinned and dulled over the year.

Dear Diary,
He's here, his picture is clear in my head as I write these words. And I can't seem to find any that perfectly describe what I see in my mind's eye.
I can only say that he made me happy... Credence Barebone was a sad boy that made sad girl happy.