Summoning a chair, Alicia seated herself in front of Godric, sighing softly at the predicament they were all in at this point. This man was either so set on pulling this prank on them or so far gone in his confusion that he refused to budge even the slightest in this impersonation of the man, the legend her house had been built upon. Her mind simply refused to acknowledge that he might actually be telling the truth, as there was no other proof than what he was saying and his uncanny resemblance. "We..." she tried to begin her explanation, then stopped herself and picked up her datapad. Quickly she typed in a request to have a Stemma Pergameno transferred to the vanishing box in her bag, before she pulled up the application that she had been recommended upon her arrival here. "Your testimony is..." she tapped the word into the datapad, then turned it to show it to him, "duilich?" she tried, "difficult, duilich to believe, because Godric Gryffindor is a man from our," she gestured to herself, to Kingsley and to the men around them, "past, from our history." This time it wasn't her datapad she picked up, but her wand as she used it to write the runes she knew in the air for him to see; "one thousand years of history." Delusional or not, she hated having to tell him that not only did they have a hard time understanding him, he was also a very, dead and historical man.
The slight rattling of an item appearing in her vanishing box made her break eye contact with him, as she bent down to pick up the box. "Are you familiar with a Stemma Pergameno?" she asked him, retrieving the scroll in question from the box and holding it out for him to see. "One drop of your blood on this, and your entire family, uhm..." quickly she typed the word into the datapad, turning it to show him, "dream, will appear here in writing." She held her hand out to him, balancing the Stemma Pergameno on her thigh. "Do this, and I will answer any question you may ask afterwards. Please?"
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Date: 2013-01-06 09:42 pm (UTC)The slight rattling of an item appearing in her vanishing box made her break eye contact with him, as she bent down to pick up the box. "Are you familiar with a Stemma Pergameno?" she asked him, retrieving the scroll in question from the box and holding it out for him to see. "One drop of your blood on this, and your entire family, uhm..." quickly she typed the word into the datapad, turning it to show him, "dream, will appear here in writing." She held her hand out to him, balancing the Stemma Pergameno on her thigh. "Do this, and I will answer any question you may ask afterwards. Please?"