Objection!

[Abathyn Dalmoir]

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Before we start. Welcome to the court today! Now, firstly. Only those who have been contacted by either Tymm/Tim, Brittany, or myself can participate in this, otherwise. Secondly. Have fun! Thirdly, I wanted to call the topic 'Golden Ship' to keep with the Mel theme, but this title seemed cooler XD​

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Abathyn dressed cautiously, the long sleeves of her top covering up her new piece of art. She pulled on a jacket and surveyed herself in the mirror, fixing her skirt Abathyn smiled, proud of what she was planning today. Abathyn was not nervous, rather she was excited at the prospect of filling the cave with children's voice again. There were all too many things making it unlikely for things to go right, but, well. Abathyn was determined for this to work.

Having already eaten, she walked briskly down the hallway of her humble abode and picking up her cloak exited out the front, and only door, to apparate out to the courthouse. Appearing in an alleyway behind it, Abathyn took a large breath to counter-act the constriction of apparating and fixed her cloak, strolling out into the wizarding street unnoticed and entering the large courthouse. Coldly greeting the receptionist, Abathyn pushed open the door without invitation, into the room she had been directed to. She opened her bag and pulled out a few folders, and some of the boy's toys that had been left behind at Abathyn's.

Abathyn sat down in her place; glancing at her watch she realised there were ten minute until the case officially started. The others were cutting it tight.

 

[Bailey Kane]

Bailey arrived at the courthouse a few minutes early, less early than she would have liked but Adora had kicked up a fuss about going to daycare that morning whih had resulted in porridge being spilt across the young womans shirt, forcing her to change. This made the lawyer just that little bit later for her first courcase in NZ, something she hadn't wanted to happen. Bailey was rather excited about this case, she would be fighting for the rights of babies, something she was passionate about, having fought for her own daughter just a year ago when she got divorced.

Once Miss Lauerman arrived at the corthouse she bypassed the reception and walked straight into the large and empty courtroom. She had no time to check in with the nice receptionist. The strawberry blonde brushed down her taylored jacket and took a deep breath in, before walking towards her desk in the courtroom, her heels clacking with every step. Once the young woman reached her destination she placed her brief case down on the sturdy wooden desk and smiled across at another young woman. This must be one of my opposition she thought to herself. She approached the woman and held out her hand to be shooken. "Miss Bailey Lauerman, you must be Miss Dalmoir" she said smiling in a friendly manner. "I'm Mr Lowe's Lawyer" she added rather professionally.

 

[Adam Bomonti]

Adam walked inside the courthouse and was about to make his way into the courtroom. Lawyers or all sorts were scattering around to different courtrooms. There were many other types of Law Professionals there also. It was as if today was a day where they would all swarm around sort of like bees. Adam wondered if this was what all court rooms were like. He wondered if they were always this crowded or if today was just a crappy day to make an appointment for a court case. Adam's lawyer would be here shortly. More than likley just before the case started seeing as he was known for lateness and for his greatness. An odd compination, but one that suited Adam just fine. They had been friends for along time.

As Adam walked on he passed Abathyn. Hatred flowed through his veins as he took a moment to glare. At this very moment, she was the one he hated the most. The one that he wouldn't mind if she dissapeared. "Good afternoon." He said slyly. Then he walked off towards the courtroom. Only to be nearly trampled on by a few law people.

 

[Miles Armitage]

Miles strode in to the courtroom, as purposefully as ever. He was really beginning to make a name for himself as a lawyer here, after being raised in England. Having to transfer his accreditations over had been a pain, but it would be worth it in the long run, he was sure. After all, it would be most beneficial to his mental health, he supposed, to get away from home and become his own person. Apparently, his old family friends (who had attended Hogwarts around the same time) - Wallace and Christobelle - had moved here as well, so it wasn't as though he'd be completely alone.

Going over his case notes one more time, Miles paused to compose himself before going over to the small crowd of people. Even now, he still got nervous before trials. It was always the case. Once he started talking, he was fine, but those nerves always managed to attack him. He nodded at Bailey Lauerman - he knew of her, by the fact that he had studied the case notes intently and knew who was representing who. "Greetings," he said, before turning to Abathyn Dalmoir, the woman he was to be representing. "Miss Dalmoir, I trust you are well and prepared for the case today?" he asked, briskly but not unkindly. While he had never really considered having children of his own, he'd been thrown in to family law (while he worked his way up to criminal law). He had a duty of care to his clients and their children to fulfil, and he was determined to see that the parties got their deserved outcomes.

 

[Austin Van]

Austin walked into the courthouse. It was for once, a time he wasn't late. He had finally been able to get up early this monring and get ready. All the things he needed was right here. As he walked in farther, he noticed Adam sitting right outside the courtroom where their trial would be held. He quickly walked up to him and greeted him. "Hello Adam." Adam replied with a hello as well and then they made their way to the seats they were directed to sit in. As Adam and him sat down, Austin began to open his suitcase and unravel the things he had. Different memos and such, nothing that was direct in the case. However, he had the story of Adam and Melodie's history, a few case files of Melodie's hospitalization from a certain person whom he was in contact with in St. Mungos, and random paper work.

"Adam," Austin said. "I recommend that you make none whatsoever outbursts and let me do all the talking. I'm not criticizing oyu, however it could seriously jepordize the case and make it os you could potentially never see your children again."

Austin then turned back facing the judge. He was suprised to see that it was in fact the Deputy Minister of Magic. Someone who he really would like to meet including the real Minister of Magic himself. However today's case was going to be a special treat for Austin whether he won or whether he lost. Although that came into play, he was going to do everything in his will power to make sure Adam has full and complete custody over his children.

 

[Derek Lowe]

Derek entered the courthouse not a minute late, but not early either. He had taken the time that morning to shave and wash his hair for the first time in weeks. The muggle hadn't eaten or slept for that matter since his daughter had been hospitalized and all but forgotten who he was, all due to her ex fiancee, that Derek was certain of. The older man had come to the courthouse today to seek justice for his only grandchildren. There was no way in hell he would let Adam take them. After a few deep breaths he pushed open the large doors and walked purposefully towards the front of the courtroom, to greet his Lawyer. But before her could even make it to the end of his walk his eyes were struck with a smug-faced Adam, standing before him.

The man was overcome with rage as he lurched towards Adam, grabbing the collar of his shirt with his own worn hands. "You stay away from my duaghter, you hear me?!" he yelled at the younger man, his nose only inches from his own. Derek found himself being pulled from the young man by Miss Lauerman, obviously in an effort to save her client from complete humiliation. He played along for now. He wanted to pull himself together before his daughter arrived, for the sake of the children at least.

 

[Bailey Kane]

Bailey watched as more arrived for her case, witnesses, family and of course those fighting for Aiden and Lucas' rights. Bailey wasn't meant to use their names, the case wasn't supposed to get too personal. But it was something the young mother couldn't help, she was ashamed to admit that she often got attatched to her clients, it was something that came with being a family Lawyer. The young woman noticed her fellow employee, Myles arrive and she smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly red as she saw him. There was no denying he was handsome, but there was a time and place and it wasn't here and now. As her client arrived, Miss Lauerman greeted him, and in a matter of seconds found herself grabbing at his jacket as he flung himself at the opposition.

"Mr Lowe" she said, "Mr Lowe" she repeated, raising her voice as she pulled the older man from Adam. "Do you want to win this case? Because you are putting your reputation at jepardy" she continued in a professional manner. From what she knew about the case, Derek had every right to be upset, but her needed to stay calm if they were to have any chance at winning this. Bailey was confidant that she had enough evidence against the opposition to secure her client full or at least partial custody over his grandchildren, but she didn't know what kind of evidence the opposition had, it was a gambol Lawyers always had to take.

 

[Abathyn Dalmoir]

Abby watched an influx of people enter the court, sitting calmly and proudly at her seat she wondered where the kids were. As Adam entered she rolled her eyes at him. "Good afternoon." she muttered spitefully. Abathyn smiled at her lawyer, biting her lip slightly. "I'm.. as well as ever thankyou. Here, I have some of the paperwork for the kids." she replied to Mr Armitage, keeping up her smile stiffly.

She noticed her uncle lurch toward Adam, and rushed up with him. "Uncle.. Derek. Please, I can sort him out another time." she murmured in his ear, helping his lawyer to pull him back. "Good luck Adam." she laughed sarcastically, stepping back to her lawyer. Abathyn wouldn't mind giving his a piece of her mind, but held herself together in a fake calmness. She was starting to get uncomfortable now, Abby hated company and this was a little too much of it.

 

[Melodie Lowe]

Melodie didn't quite know what she was doing in the courtroom, or why she was handcuffed to her wheelchair for that matter. One of the men in white was pushing the wheelchair, but Melodie daren't try to escape, last time she did a large needle was stuck into her arm and she couldn't remember anything that happened after that. Her eyes darted around the large room, she noticed many faces that she supposedly knew before she had ended up in hospital. Abathyn, Adam, her father and one person she was sure she knew, Izaak. Another lady held two baby boys in her arms. Melodie had been told they were hers, but she wasn't so sure. For now the young woman remained rather sane, but there would be no telling how long that would last. The babies cooed as more and more people piled into the courthouse, it sure seemed like she knew alot of people. Melodie smiled emptily as people greeted her. It was so frustrating for the young woman, not knowing who half the people were. Looking up at the tiny babies Melodie had to admit she felt something towards them. Part of her wanted them for herself, they were hers afterall. She tried to reach her frail hand out to stroke one of their tiny heads, but the handcuffs held fast, Melodie tugged at them but they stayed put as the man in white held up the needle and threatened to use it.

Melodie's eyes widened and she hid her face from the nasty man. She wasn't silly, those needles hurt, and they made her sleep, she didn't want to sleep, she wanted to stay awake. So the young woman kept still as a tear ran down her cheek. Why was she here? She was sure the man had explained to her what was happening, but she didn't know what was going on, she had so hopelessly forgotten, just like she forgot everything else. Her family, her friends, her life. She felt so useless and stupid, handcuffed to her wheelchair like an insane person. But that was exactly what she was. She could snap in a minute and be completely insane, unaware of what she was doing or saying. Then she would snap back in a flash, not remembering anything that had happened the minute before. Melodie sighed. She wanted to get better, but most of all, she wanted to feel safe.

 

[Abathyn Dalmoir]

Abby saw her cousin enter the room, and with a smile she stepped up to greet her. "Melodie, I hope you're alright," she inquired anxiously. Last time she'd seen Melodie had been a disaster, but Abby hoped it would be okay this time. "You want to see the boys, don't you." she smiled, looking up at the one who was pushing the wheelchair. Ignoring whatever the lawyers wanted her not to do, Abathyn picked up Aiden and Lucas carefully, feeling a sharp pang in her heart when she remembered how sweet her girls had been. She sat in a seat next to Melodie and spoke to her, rocking the boys as she spoke.

"This one is Aiden, and that's Lucas." she said simply. Abathyn was one of the few that remembered how to tell the difference between them, and she smiled lovingly at them. She knew that anything could happen with Melodie and them, so kept a slight distance incase the young woman snapped again.

 

[Adam Bomonti]

Adam replied to his lawyer with a mere, "Ok." and became silent there after. He had alot of thinking to do. He would for sure be put on the stand along with everyone else in the case. HE had to think from point one. He had to remember what all went on before the wedding and even during that time. His hand jerked in a random spazm from the tension that was mounted on him today. For if he lost, there was potentially no way he could ever see his children again. It was as if the world was trying to keep the children from him. Abathyn, Izaak, and even Melodie. His thoughts had not been on Melodie at all from the time she supposidly became mental to now. He was beginning to question her mental stableness, however he thought nothing of it seeing as it helped him in the long run.

Presently the man Adam knew as Derek Lowe walked in. Then Adam sensed trouble. He grabbed Adam by the colar and told him to never go near his daughter. He was calmed down by his lawyer and potentially seated. "What so you can get drunk and beat her to beyond insanity?" He asked calling out and smiling at the same time. He didn't care if Austin didn't want him to do that, he just wanted to get Mr. Lowe a little stirred up.

Everyone was filling in now. He wondered how much time it would take until the trial started. He guessed that it would be another half an hour depending on how fast Mr. Deputy Minister got here. His thoughts were in deep train and he folded his hands and laid his head on them. His children were now at stake.

 

[Austin Van]

As Adam blurted out the comment to Derek Lowe, Austin quickly thrusted Adam down. It was not his part to talk anymore and Austin knew that they had a slim chance of winning if things like this kept happening. He knew that if Adam made one more outburst like taht, he could get murdered tonight or even someday soon. All Austin knew was that Adam had to keep and eye out for himself. He needed to wait. He had to make sure that he didn't get himself into any trouble. Why should he? He's an Auror. Don't Aurors have to keep and eye out and all that stuff anyway? Thought Austin.
"You need to stay quiet Adam. We must get those kids."

 

[Abathyn Dalmoir]

Abathyn bit her lip as Adam called out to Derek, as hard as it was getting she couldn't loose control. She grinned as Adam's lawyer gave him a talking to and looked at Melodie again, as Aiden began to get a little restless. "You know, I could swear they know who you are," she smiled to her cousin. Abathyn was itching to get her wand out and finish off Adam, and she knew that Derek was just as bad. In fact, all those who were trying to get the custody had flaws. Adam with his temper, Derek with his alcohol problem, and Abathyn. Well, she had given up her own children for their safety, but only Maddiie knew that.

 

[Melodie Lowe]

Melodie could only sit and watch all of this unfold. She became hesitant as her 'cousin' so she was told, came to sit down next to her. At least Abathyn understood what Melodie wanted, she seemed to be mute lately. She scarcely said a thing when she was sane, when she went into a fit, that was a different story. Abathyn took the two babies from the lady and held them forward gently so that Melodie could get a good look at them. The frail womans fingers reached out to touch her babies but they could hardly move, the handcuffs held them firmly in place. Melodie's face screwed up in anger as she struggled to move her body. She looked down at Aiden and Lucas and wondered if they really could be hers. She didn't recognise them at all, but she wondered whether she had once held them the way a mother held her child, comforted them when they cried. She would probably never know, she couldn't remember a thing that happened after that night. It hurt Melodie's head to think of it.

An older man shot a glance Melodie's way, a glance of pity, if one at all. Her father, so she was told. She couldn't remember his face, but it seemed like a kind one. She couldn't remember if this man was her father, if he had held her as a child, sung lullabies until she drifted to sleep. There were so many things Melodie missed, having no memories was the worst thing, not knowing your own name, or where you came from was hard on her sick and frail body. Melodie had to let a small smile cover her pale face as Abathyn said she thought the twins knew who she was. They were so tiny, so helpless. The young woman shot another look towards her father, her head began to ache as she closed her eyes. They were so tightly shut, she could almost only see blackness, but there was one vivid image in her mind. A father walking out of the door after a blonde haired lady, a small child clinging to his legs, willing him to stay.

Melodie's eyes opened in a flash of red, they were open wide and staring across at the man. It was him, the one she just saw. He had left her, she was the child clinging to his legs. "NO!" she cried "Dad!" she cried out again. Her body tensed up and she shook the wheelchair, trying to break herself free from it restricting frame. Her eyes shut tightly again as her head shook violently back and forth and her wrists began to bleed from the struggle against the handcuffs. The noise echoed throughout the vast courtroom and the figures turned to look at her, mouths open in the shock of what was posessing the helpless young woman. A shrill scream erupted from her mouthas the man in white held her down.

 

[Alyca Lowe]

Alyca felt a small tear run down her cheek as she cradled her grandsons in her frail arms. She looked pale and lifeless, not what a grandmother should look like at all. The truth was that Alyca hadn't had the best start to being a grandparent, just a month after the arrival of her grandchildren her daughter had ended up in hospital, and her husbands drinking problem had only gotten worse. Alyca knew deep down that Abathyn should have Aiden and Lucas, her husband was the last person to be trusted with two newborns. His drinking had gotten so out of hand lately, and he had began to hit her, hard. But Alyca would never admit to it, she covered her bruises and bumps, not wanting people to know she was weak, to know she had given in. It pained her so much to watch her daughter be handcuffed to a weelchair, it pained her even more to know that Melodie would most likely need full and constant care for the rest of her life. Her daughters life had come crashing down in a matter of minutes, nobody there to catch it as it tumbled. Alyca reluctantly handed over the babies to Abathyn, letting her show them to Melodie, explain to her they were hers. But as Melodie looked out Alyca saw a change in her eyes, she was sent into a trance, a nightmare erupting through her mind. Alyca stroked Melodie's hair, "Baby, Its alright, I'm here, shh" she said, comforting her helpless daughter. She called out for her father, sending more tears running down Mrs Lowe's cheeks. "Its okay, Its okay" she whispered to her daughter. But she could only stand back and watch as the healers took over. They knew what they had to do, they knew what was best.

 

[Adam Bomonti]

OOC Note
I think it's in the best intrest to let the Judge of this trial be able to post for the fact that he's the one who starts the actual trial and that it is a little bit like Godmodding if we keep posting while he is not here.

I also think that we should do about 5 more posts after this one then make sure he posts, or if he posts within that time then we'll give it a go go.
Anyways i don't want to be the roleplay pooper, but I just wanted to let you all know that he should be posting als. Sorry No need to listen to me, just a thought.

 

[Abathyn Dalmoir]

Abathyn smiled at the positive reaction that the children were giving Melodie.. until she seemed to go into a trance, yelling and trying to break free from the grasp of the handcuffs. "No, Melodie.." Abby cried in dismay, trying to settle her cousin. "Mel, please, we can go somewhere else if you like?" she pleaded. But the healers had to take over, and Abathyn stood back, arms crossed next to her Aunt. "Aunty, how did this all go so bad." she sighed, not wanting to seem like she was relying on the support of her family, but showing it all the same.

 

[Elliott Woods]

Miles had been the one containing Ms. Lowe for the time being. Elliott was running late, but he was needed in the case more than Miles, his assistance. When he arrived, he slipped by everyone else and dismiss Miles away from Ms. Lowe. "Thank you Miles, I think I can take it from here.." Miles nodded once and departed at once from their sight. "Ms. Lowe, its me Elliott Woods your healer." he spoke to her as if she was a child, crouching down at her side. He put a hand at her shoulder and reassure that everything was going to be fine. "Ms. Lowe if you need anything just squeeze my hand.." of course that wasn't all accurate. By the way the woman was going, it brought him displeasure of what has happen to her. Not only that, he didn't agree in her being present. If anyone should not be here it should me Melodie, she wasn't stable enough to handle what was going on. She is nothing more than a child again, she needed care all the time. Why did they torture her more in have Ms. Lowe here, Elliott sigh deeply inside but didn't show any expression except sympathy. He stood up once again, now position at her side. He was here for her no matter.

 

[Melodie Lowe]

Once Melodie had been calmed, with the aid of a sedative, she watched as Abathyn went to talk to her mother. The man in white crouched down next to her and spoke to her as if she was a child, it made her feel somewhat safer when he gently touched her shoulder. She whispered a faint hello to him, but chose to say no more. She looked up at Abathyn with clouded eyes and a tear ran down her cheek. She shouldn't have been here, it wasn't right for them to torture her like this, make her watch as they gave her babies away and didn't even let her have a say in the matter. Her pale wrists hurt , but she couldn't think why. Had she done something she couldn't remember? There was no point in trying to remember what had happened, her brain was so clouded and confused. She looked down at her feet, her head drooped and limp. There were alot of men in suits crowding around, but when Melodie studied them she couldn't pick Izaak from the crowd. "Izaak" she whispered. Her eyes flickered "Where's Izaak?" she repeated, slightly louder this time.

Her white knuckles and fingers moved to her chest and moved over a small shell pendant hanging from her pale neck. She knew what it was, she remembered him giving it to her, she remembered the beach, the soft warm sand beneath her toes. Her throat began to feel dry. Her hand held the pendant as it hung around her neck, taking advantage of the handcuffs being undone due to her wrist injuries. "I-I remember" she whispered as her eyes shot up to Elliot and Abathyn. "Izaak" she repeated, her word limitation stopping her from saying what she really wanted to say.

Melodie had remembered something, a huge step towards her recovery. Her heart began to beat more rapidly as she tried to remember more of this Izaak. He was the man who had saved her, her knight in shining armour. She couldn't think who he was though, as hard as she tried. Was he her brother? Her friend? Her husband? He must have loved her, she thought to herself, he had saved her, given her this necklace. But why wasn't he here with her. Melodie grew frustrated at all this thinking. She was tired, but she wanted to see him. She looked up at Abathyn, her eyes searching for an answer to her question.

 

[Izaak Finch]

Izaak Finch was not a man for formalities, he wasn’t comfortable in much more than jeans and rarely ventured to anything more extravagant than a restaurant. But here he was in the middle of a family court, dressed in a heavy blazer and dress jeans, watching the long awaited judgement of who would take custody of the twins slowly unfold. It was far too often that his gaze found their father, that foul loathsome man and shot dirty daggers his way. Adam had left Melodie; why did he want her children all of a sudden? So he could abandon them too? In all fairness he wasn’t going to make a judgement call between Abathyn and his friend’s father but it seemed both were on the same boat as he as they attacked the cowardly man with harsh tongues. But no amount of glaring or chiding or harassment was going to swing this case. So Izaak grudgingly settled into his seat amongst the jury and tried his hardest to fight off the vision of Melodie in his peripheral vision.

As he quickly approached his twenty-first, Izaak’s life had been set into perfect motion. He had a job he didn’t mind waking up at 5am for, he had a best friend for a sister, he owned a home on the cusp of Bondi Beach and he was set to marry the most extraordinary girl on the planet. And then, well then there was Melodie and the cruel lash of unfairness. How could he be living life so ecstatically where she had hit rock bottom? He was making wedding plans and she was struggling to gather together a bowl of breakfast each morning. What kind of unjust world was this? But as much as he could, Izaak had been there for her. He had stayed close by her side, calmed her when she grew jittery, he had taken days off solely to sit there next to her and watch her while she slept just so that nobody would dare try to disturb her. Everyone said she had gone mad, flipped her lid, in need of a straightjacket yada yada yada. By this point Izaak had mastered the art of selective hearing just so that load of bull was no longer drawn to his attention. She wasn’t crazy, Melodie was in there somewhere and one hundred percent sane. And whilst everyone else had given up looking for her the blue-eyed man was still down on his hands and knees.

His name, the sweetest sound to any man’s ear, drifted to him on a breath. But as much as Izaak didn’t want to glance up to see this new Melodie and fall into the traps everyone was setting around him, he did because he knew that voice. He watched her grow frantic with those wide blue eyes of his and was up and out of his seat in a flash. “Melodie!” He shouted in exasperation, pushing away suited figures and healers in his rush to get to her side. “Oh Mels,”came the sigh as one hand reached for a frail wrist whilst the other cupped her cheek. “I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay.” In a doting gesture his lips brushed her forehead, trying to reconnect with that familiar side of her but all he could smell was the sterilised stench of a hospital. Where oh where had his best friend gone?

 

[Melodie Lowe]

As Izaak fell to Melodie's side, she let a smile play across her lips. She felt safe when he was around, she didn't know why or how, she just did. As his lips graced her forhead another tear fell from her hazel eyes and made a track along her scarred face. Nobody else understood her, nobody listened when she cried out or got frightened, they immediately dismissed her as crazy, dillusional, insane. But deep inside she was just Melodie, and Izaak saw that in her. She was just a frightened and hurt young woman. As her friends and family threw harsh words Melodie grew more puzzled, she didn't knwow who this man was, or why he had so many critisisms. The now so simple minded woman was just happy to know that her best friend was here, and so too were Abathyn and Alyca, as he seemed to be the only one who could calm her down when she spun into one of her rages. The scars that graced Melodie's frail body were a constant reminder to her how lucky she was to have escaped alive, she still couldn't quite comprehend this herself, nor could most of the healers and surgeons that had worked to save her life. As far as the world was concerned, Melodie Lowe was meant to be dead.

Melodie's hazel eyes doted apon her azure eyed friend, flickering ever so slightly as he mentioned her name. It had been a long and winding road to even get her to recognise her own name, as her memory had been completely shot, leaving her unable to recognise anyone, or even remember how to do simple tasks like tie her shoelaces or comb her hair. But today she had remembered something, something from her past, perhaps even the key to her recovery. Remembering even something as small as a day on the beach with a friend was no mean feat for Melodie and the state she was in, little did she know. To her it answered many questions, but still not enough to satisfy her. The young woman was slowly gaining back her speech, but she still struggled with stringing sentances together, something that both frustrated and angered her, a main contributor to her outbirsts and fits. Both Abathyn and Izaak had spent many hours teaching the most simplest of words and phrases to the dillusional woman, refusing to accept the harsh words the speech therapist had spoken to them, that she may never fully recover. But the two were still searching for a miracle. Melodie lay her head on Izaak's shoulder, taking in his familiar smell and smiling as she did so. She closed her eyes as images of her past danced and played through her mind.

Though small, the images were still enough for Melodie to piece together, to try and tell the story of her life to herself. She saw herself, Izaak and Leah, playing in the sand, just small and innocent children. A kiss, a ring but whose? Surely not her own, she would have remembered something as substancial as being married. Melodie glanced down at her own hands, bare, not one piece of jewellery gracing her delicate fingers. She then let her eyes wander to Izaak's, and she mumbled slightly as her hazel irises caught view of a small silver light, glimmering on his finger. Her bandaged head moved slightly upwards as she took a better look. It all made sense to her now. He was her husband, he must have been. How else could she feel so strongly towards him? Her bare hand clutched his as three small words escaped her lips "I love you" she said, before placing her head on his shoulder once more.

 

[Izaak Finch]

It was his mere presence that seemed to calm her, scarcely a smile and she was settled, cradled against his shoulder. Izaak braced Melodie close and safe to his frame, he’d not let a soul near her, they’d only dismiss her as crazy and throw her into a straightjacket. After her ‘accident’ as he liked to fool himself into thinking that’s what it had been, his friend hadn’t quite been the same. She struggled to tack faces to what had been spared of her memory, she tripped over words, seemed almost incapable of getting out of bed every morning. But she was still Melodie, why couldn’t anybody else see that? And after all the effort he had exhausted in getting her this far, Izaak was not going to give up the fight quite so easily.

A sigh broke from his lips as she curled further into him, exhausted but admiringly all the same. What was running through her mind he had absolutely no clue, but he prayed it wasn’t something vile. The young brunette had every right to be happy, to be as ecstatic and on-top of the world as he was. But a cruel trick of the fates had severed her chances greatly and now her babies were being snatched from her very hands as if she were an invalid. All she needed was loved ones right there by her side and time, sweet time and Izaak would hand it to her, however much he could spare between his job and renewed relationship. "I love you" As bright and as wondrously spectacular as the sun that rose over Bondi was the smile dancing across Izaak’s lips. She must remember... Came the thought as the azure-eyed man held the familiar hazel gaze of his friend. She must have remembered their friendship, their innocence as children, their growing and learning together, their awkwardness as teenagers and the many many moments that accompanied it, and now the dependent shoulders they leant to one another in times as hard-pressed as these. "Love you too Mels." Izaak grinned and brushed his thumb along her cheek with a gentle and joyous laugh. "I knew it was in you somewhere, they didn’t believe me, they don’t believe me. Idiots." Unable to contain his brimming excitement, Izaak rolled his eyes up playfully into his head, glad that he was finally piecing back together his friend.

sorry, i'm awfully tired