Despite her abrupt entrance, the rude awakening and the ordering him around like the man child he appeared to be, Clara had not succeeded in getting the wizard angry until now. And in true Clara form, she hadn't realized it until the moment it happened. If there was a physical manifestation of the expression "close up", it was Klaus Weber right now. The way he confirmed that there would be no family reunion would have made the witch stop to consider any other day.
But today she was on a mission, and his words directly following the statement about his family ensured she was on the right track."Then we have an understanding," she quipped back, for once denying her curious nature and not probing further into whatever had happened in his oh so tragic past. The psychic had a feeling she knew what ailed him, the same thing that ailed all men like Kit Harrington with more wealth than sense. If she couldn't bring herself to feel bad for her best friend, she would certainly not extend that courtesy to a virtual stranger.
"Because Kit might not follow up on the deadline, but I sure as hell will," she admitted, finally bringing the cup of coffee to her lips again and taking a deep drought. Damn the bastard made a good cup of coffee.
The duo finished their drink in silence, there was no point in speaking now that she'd made the purpose of her trip known and gotten some kind of halfhearted commitment from him to leave in a timely fashion. Of course, Clara was nowhere near naive enough to believe she wouldn't have to follow up on her insistence and/or threats as needed but the first move had been made.
"Make sure to wash the cups,' she reminded him in lieu of a goodbye when she was done. Hopping off the stool with her usual jingling accessories, the witch made her way out of the kitchen, taking a left for the front door instead of lingering. This house gave her the heebeejeebies, she doubted she would ever get used to it.
Only when the Seer was outside in the sun again did she stop, leaning against one of the garden features and closing her dark eyes to the world, reaching deep within herself to access the source of magic she'd been told existed only within a few. The visions weren't always so good as to come willingly unless they held a strong connection to Clara in some way, and what she did was nowhere near an exact science.
But this time they came easily, herself on the roof of Harrington House, the passage of time clear on her face and in the length of her hair as it cascaded past her shoulders. And still, to her right, the image of Klaus Weber, shirtless and messy haired as if just roused from bed. The vision confirmed one thing at least.
That today had been a complete exercise in futility. Her visit had done nothing to change the future she had seen before deciding she and the stranger needed to have a talk.
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