[ when percival graves had first approached him, credence had been afraid of him. he knew tina goldstein - she'd saved him once, even if it made things worse later - and graves had quietly told credence that he worked with her. it had helped him calm down.
he's still not sure what an obscurial is, but he's helping graves find one among the children his mother feeds. it has to be one of them. it's just credence doesn't know how to tell. graves tells him that as soon as they find the obscurial they can save them and graves can take them both away. credence can learn magic - graves tells him he's a wizard, could be so much more than he's stuck being now.
it's so tempting and he wants nothing else more. he's not afraid of graves any more, even though he cuts an intimidating figure (despite being shorter than credence) and his low, rough voice is something that should make him tense. lately things have gotten worse, have become more strained. his mother is realizing that he's spending time out that he shouldn't and is punishing him for it. he tries to hide it but today is the worst yet: his hands are stinging and the only reason they're not bleeding is he's already treated them as best he could at home.
things are worse with the obscurial as well. there's been destruction but also a death, a... no-maj, graves had called them. someone without magic. he doesn't know what this death means but it's not good and credence is trying even harder to find the obscurial. he can't be sorry about the death, though. the newspaperman's son had called him and his family (his sisters, he doesn't care about his mother) freaks. so let him die, credence had thought, bitterly.
today they're meeting in daylight so that credence can get back before it's too late; he still shuffles nervously though, hunched slightly as he moves to the alley he's supposed to meet the older man in. ]
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he's still not sure what an obscurial is, but he's helping graves find one among the children his mother feeds. it has to be one of them. it's just credence doesn't know how to tell. graves tells him that as soon as they find the obscurial they can save them and graves can take them both away. credence can learn magic - graves tells him he's a wizard, could be so much more than he's stuck being now.
it's so tempting and he wants nothing else more. he's not afraid of graves any more, even though he cuts an intimidating figure (despite being shorter than credence) and his low, rough voice is something that should make him tense. lately things have gotten worse, have become more strained. his mother is realizing that he's spending time out that he shouldn't and is punishing him for it. he tries to hide it but today is the worst yet: his hands are stinging and the only reason they're not bleeding is he's already treated them as best he could at home.
things are worse with the obscurial as well. there's been destruction but also a death, a... no-maj, graves had called them. someone without magic. he doesn't know what this death means but it's not good and credence is trying even harder to find the obscurial. he can't be sorry about the death, though. the newspaperman's son had called him and his family (his sisters, he doesn't care about his mother) freaks. so let him die, credence had thought, bitterly.
today they're meeting in daylight so that credence can get back before it's too late; he still shuffles nervously though, hunched slightly as he moves to the alley he's supposed to meet the older man in. ]