*Kiley sat in the chair that milo had moved into her room so that he could sit with her while she slept incase she needed him. But that was when she was so doped up on pain medication that she couldn't function. Now she was off pain medication and her medical need for it was begining to lessen. But not her mental need. So kiley had writen to a friend of logan's, the guy who had delt her drugs the first time around. Logan had given her this guy's name just incase anything every happened. Well, it had. The note had read:

Anthony, This is Kiley. I don't know if you remember me, of if you're still dealing since logan died, but I need a favor. Send pills for pain, I can pay later.

Kiley glanced towards her door as she heard the front door close and foot steps start to approach her room. She sighed and wondered when her shipment would arrive. Kiley reached for a book and opened to a random page to make it appear as if she had ben reading, just as Milo opened her bedroom door*

And he did open the door, opened it slightly at first, peeking at Kiley. he had been checking up on her for several days now, hourly, sometimes more - he didnt trust her. Not 100% anyway. Then he opened the door fully and stepped in side, smiling, using occlumency to conceal any sign of distrust.

"Hello Kiley," he conjured a chair and sat beside her. "How are things?"

*Kiley shut her book and set it down. She smiled to conceal any signs of impatience. Kiley had gotten good at faking a smile so well that it looked genuine* "I'm okay. How was work?" *She figured it would be best to get him talking. It would leave lesss room for her to slip up and give something away*

"Terrible. Today I was made Acting Headmaster," he spat the words out and got up as if he was mulling over life and death in an instant. "Sentinus is using me as a puppet, he can't become Headmaster because it would go against his image as a non-political leader. So he is directing me to implement his policies into Hogwarts."

He bit his lower lip. "He will use it as a recruitment centre. We have already finished his Temple. Its a wretched place but the school has to attend daily worship there at the feet of his statue."

He turned away and hesitated. "Don't be mad...Coldstone handed himself in."

*Kiley had ben disheartened at the news of the temple and Milo being made headmaster, but at the mention of Harsing handing himself in, she was not only shocked, but livid.* "What?! But Why!?" *she was shouting, although she didn't mean to, her thoughts of the rugs that were probably en route to her house as they spoke forgotten.* "What if he gives away our location? What did Sentinus do?"

"Harshing is hatching some plan, and I wouldn't be surprised if he wants to crown himself the next Dark Lord. He may barter us like money for a place at the Grand's lap."

Pause.

"Sentinus may kill him, which would be better for us. But we dont know his long term plan. Harshing is a genius remember."

*Kiley sighed and let her hands drop in frusteration. After a pause:* "Do you think we should move the headquarters, just in case he decides to give us up?" *She absentle itched at a scab on her leg where her skin was finaly starting to heal*

"No. I have a feeling Coldstone is up to something - he may want us to stay for a crackpot plan of his..."

He cut off and observed Kiley. THere was something... awkward in her face, he was talking, she was answering with silly suggestions. "Whats wrong," his instincts spoke.

*Kiley's heart jumped and her stomach churned. She tried to assure herself that there was no way that he could possibly know about the drugs...unless they had come and he had taken them and this whole thing had been a president to getting her to confess. Her mind was racing as she worked to carefully controll her facial expressions* "Nothing's wrong.....other than this mess Harshing's gotten us into, and everything that's happening at Hogwarts." *She tried once again to push the conversation away from herself*

"You should really take a lesson in Method Acting," he joked, "There is something wrong now tell me what it is!" A joking face turned to a look of concern. "Kiley, I didnt think we had any secrets." He looked her straight in the eye. "Don't make me use legilimency." His touched her face with his hand, wanting to get the information, beat the information from her...

*Kiley's eyes slid shut and leaned in closer, letting his hand run the width of her cheek* "i'm not keeping any secrets from you, Milo." *She said softly. Kiley opened her eyes and looked up at him from under her eyelashes wth her sad green eyes.* "You're going to have to stop being paranoid and start trusting me if you want this relationship to work...."

He turned then snapped back around, his wand in his hands - his eyes aflame. "Legilimens!" He shouted, connecting and trying to break into her thoughts. Concentration filled him, he needed to know everything about her - it was for the greater good. The Greater Good. Yes, with capitals. Kiley was untrustworthy and unstable, it was up to Milo through the love of his heart to control her for the time being.

"Milo!" *Kiley felt him start to break through into her thoughts and memories and she paniced. Kiley whipped around in her chair, and as a natural reaction, slapped him across the face hard. She gasped and withdrew her hand, shocked at what she had done. She covered her mouth and just looked at him silently in shock.*

The spell broke and it took Milo a second to calm down before he mustered up the energy to say, "Sorry." His power trip was over. He kissed kiley on the forehead and hoped that would solve things. He conjured himself a coffee and drank. He then handed the cup to Kiley, careful not to spill any. He flicked his wand which created frothy cream on top.

*Kiley took the cup and held it in her hands but didn't drink it. After a moment she set it down and turned to ook at him.* "Why can't you just trust me?" *Kiley worked to control her voice....that had been dangeriously close. Her legs and arms felt weak, but she tried to ignore it....trying to make it appear as if she had nothing to hide and his attempt at finding out her thoughts had hardlt effected her.*

"Because you are not trustworthy," he answered simply, smiling. "Kiley, someone who was once addicted never stops being, I don't care what any idiot at Mungo's says about rehab. I know. Then theres factor number 2: You could be possessed, which would be easy. Suspect Everyone. Trust no one. Its a motto I've always lived by."

He looked to the ground thinking over his life motto.

*Kiley knew he was right. You could never trust an addict. They were the best liars. The best at concealing the smallest details and twisting around anything to work for their own advantage. She was silent for a moment, thinking it over. He knew her better than she thought he had.* "I trust you." *She kept her voice soft, trying to play the weak victem to provoke some sort of affection in him for her.* "If you don't trust me then why do you even try to help me get well again?"

Control? Love? Milo felt neither of those things for her at the present time. He searched inside of himself. It was dedication. Dedication which drove him to complete and utter protectorate of Kiley. He had become totalitarianist over her soul, and it would stay that way. Could one call it an obsession?

"Quiet. Shut up Kiley - you are too weak!"

*Kiley sighed and looked away. Just then there was a knock at the door. Kiley sat up, her sences hightened by the thought that the drugs she had been waiting for were so close. She tried to disquise her expression as she reached for her crutches and stood, working to regain her ballence.* "I'll get it....." *She slowly started for the door of her room*