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Truth or Consequences
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10 February, 1889; Vampire Caverns

Her first thought on seeing Galina's picture blasted over the front cover of the Prophet was good. Given her flippant attitude in Irvingly and her typical approach to human life, Lyra had no trouble imagining that her fellow vampire was guilty of the murder of this man. She wasn't at all opposed to having her face whatever punishment the magical community deemed necessary. In fact, this seemed to further her goals, in a way. Vampires needed to behave as part of the community if they wanted to be treated with respect. Part of that was accepting the same rules and consequences that governed the magical world. She'd thought that, at any rate, until she'd read the date of the abduction Galina had supposedly perpetrated.

February first. Lyra knew that Galina hadn't been mucking about in Hogsmeade that day, much less abducting anyone for the purposes of grisly murder, because they had been together the entirety of the first — not by choice, but because they'd been stuck in the Church of St. Fergus, waiting out the fall of night. Galina couldn't have killed Baudelaire — which meant she had been falsely accused and imprisoned. If events continued on their course, she might even be put to death for a crime she didn't commit. That didn't fit into Lyra's grand ideals for the vampire community. She had to do something.

Unfortunately, she had no idea what. She could tell the Department of Magical Law Enforcement that Galina was innocent, but why would they believe her? They would be just as quick, she thought, to lock her up as a potential accomplice if she vouched for the girl. If the testimony of vampires was worthless, though, what could possibly make them change their minds about the girl they had in custody? Even if they knew that she didn't do it, would they release her? The wizarding community was on the brink of panic in the wake of recent events. They needed this case solved, she recognized. They needed someone to hang, even if that someone was a scapegoat.

The only solution, then, was to find whomever was actually responsible for the death. That was the only way Lyra could see to secure Galina's freedom. Unfortunately, she had no idea where to even start. She didn't know who had done it, and she certainly wouldn't be able to track them down or convince them (or trick them) into turning themselves in.

Which was what had brought her to Ishmael. Although he maintained an air of casual disconnection from the rest of the vampires Lyra had met, he was still the most well respected and well connected vampire she knew — or did it only seem that way because he had been the first she'd been introduced to? Because every other introduction with every other vampire was necessarily filtered through the lens of how they were connected to Ishmael, how they had first met him or his friend or the friend of the friend.

Never the less, she was here. He was at home, which was lucky for her — he wasn't always, and she didn't know where else he went. "This is wrong," she announced, flashing the front page of the Prophet bearing Galina's face. "She didn't kill Baudelaire."

And, unspoken by apparent in her eyes: help me fix it, please.

OOC: Ishmael first, open to other vampires later.

because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me — the Carriage held but just Ourselves — and Immortality.
He had been expecting someone to come to him, sooner or later. He had only been back at the caverns in the last day or two, had stumbled into this mess just as unknowingly as anyone else - but of course he was, more or less, indispensable to this place, and to everyone here.

By and large, though, the cold hard truth of it was that none of them were indispensable to him. He liked some of them, certainly, and would perhaps miss one or two, but he knew better, he had always told himself, than to get attached. He knew how this went, because it had happened before and would happen again. Everything ended, even a quiet life of vampirism.

He had not expected it to be Galina's time, however. Ishmael had picked that front page up more times than he could count in the last twenty-four hours, as though reading it again might change what grim facts glinted through the human waffle. He had been holding it again when Lyra traipsed in, but the moment he realised she was carrying a twin of it, Ishmael cast it away onto a patterned rug nearby, hoping she hadn't noticed.

Hoping that, if she had, she would not mislead herself into thinking he cared.

And good day to you too, Ishmael thought, as the greeting on the tip of his tongue dissolved against her revelation - apparently Galina hadn't killed Baudelaire after all. Ishmael tried not to let even a shred of surprise cross his face. He oughtn't be surprised - however Lyra knew this nugget of information - because Galina was usually smarter than that. But if it wasn't her, then who? Ishmael's mind leapt instantly to Azazel; but she had learnt her lesson since Power, hadn't she? Or...

Not that it mattered. Galina had been arrested, and that was as good as a death sentence for a vampire like them, those who clung to the shadows. Not like Lyra Potter: and speaking of, why should Lyra be concerned about Galina's fate? Unless Ishmael was much mistaken, the two of them had never seen eye to eye.

Lyra was expecting him to say something, though, he presumed. Fabulous. "And?" Ishmael drawled, pretending he couldn't read the look in her eyes.

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And? Lyra refused to believe that he didn't know what she was getting at, why she was here. She supposed he wanted to force her to say it out loud.

"And she'll be charged and found guilty regardless," she said, with bitterness. The admission wasn't an easy one; she might as well come right out and say that all of her talk about equality between vampires and humans was really just talk — certainly at the moment and perhaps destined to be so forever. No one in the auror department would care whether they were sentencing the right vampire, so long as they had a vampire. The sensationalism around these sorts of cases created a culture of fear in the magical community, and one way to satisfy them was to publicly punish a vampire. Most humans assumed they were all the same, anyway, all equally guilty of the same murders, so why would it matter if they'd pinned the wrong crime on this particular vampire?

"Someone has to do something," she continued, eyes imploring again. Lyra was more than willing, but she didn't know what to do. Surely Ishmael had some sort of experience with this. New as she was to the vampire community, Lyra doubted this was the first time one of their number had been arrested. Vampires who had spent years, decades, or even centuries forging bonds with one another couldn't just wash their hands of their feelings the moment their friend was incarcerated, could they?

because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me — the Carriage held but just Ourselves — and Immortality.

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