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Lorna Dane	It was after the holiday craze, the bringing in of the New Year and the decorations had been tucked away. After the small spark of family time that Wanda had started in the palace. Where both of Magneto's daughters had decorated the living areas from top to bottom with candles that didn't give off heat, and greenery that never dried out or died. All of which had been carefully removed with the ending of the festivities and the return to normal function resumed. The holidays had passed. It was late in the evening, after all the usual workers had gone home from their first few days back at work. It was more or less quiet in the palace, inside the depths where Magneto and the few members of his family resided. The usual hum of activity had eased back after dinner and the usual disruptions had faded with the sunlight. Yet Lorna came to her father's study the most likely place to find him at this hour, and quietly knocked on the door before she entered, not meek in the least at interupting him. His youngest daughter was barefoot, wearing a loose fitting sun dress of dark blue, a cardigan thrown over it hung around her shoulders and down her back her long green hair fell in cascades of curls. In her grip, was a small wooden box. "Hey, got a minute?"
Magneto	Magneto had been deep in thought, sitting in a chair by the fire. He stared at the dancing flames with a longing look.   He has gone by many names over the years, but right now he was reminiscing on his youth, before World War II. He was Max Eisenhardt back then, the boy often enjoyed the holidays, Hanukkah with his family. But it wasn't long before Hitler's regime had extended its influence and he along with his family were being sent to Auschwitz. It was about that time that he looked up from the chair, and his eyes widened with a smile. "Lorna, for you, I have two minutes." He responds.
Lorna Dane	Lorna padded lightly to her father's side by the fire place, a small smile curling at her lips as she made to settle in the chair opposite of him. She tucked her legs beneath her, and glanced briefly at the fire and back. She settled the small wooden box on her lap, fingers playing over the smooth finish of the darkly polished wood in some note of anxiety, before her gaze returned to her father. She stopped and started with what she was going to say once or twice, her lips pursed before she reached up to tuck away a lock of green hair behind her ear. "When I was little, I thought you didn't raise me because you didn't want me. But... I know better now. I know you did what you did to protect me. Having been able to live with you here.. it's meant a lot to me. You've been busy, I know, but we've been as much a family as we could possibly be." She exhaled a slow breath, and looked down at the box on her lap. "When Wanda mentioned spending the holidays together as a family.. I wanted to get you something that //meant// something. Not just something random.. I mean, if you wanted something you'd have it. So I spent the time trying to track down something special." She leaned forward, offering the box to her father with out stretched hands.
Magneto	The words pressed deep within. He had made many mistakes with his own children, but right now, with everything he's done since helping liberate Genosha, he's done all he could to include his children in the good times.   His hand reaches for the box, and grasps it. "Such a beautiful box." He comments, looking at it fondly before opening the lid.
Lorna Dane	Lorna smiled faintly as he praised the box and she settled back in the chair. "It's not the box, you have to open it you know." She murmured, her voice carrying a hint of amusement to it. Her lips twitched at the corners before the smile faded and she sat up straighter in the chair. Her hands now free of the box, she folded her hands on her lap, watching him with no small amount of anxiousness. "It took longer than expected to find it. And the private collector was rather reluctant to part with it. Customs took sometime.." She trailed off as her father opened the polished wooden box. Inside was a nest of deep blue velvet cushioned perfectly with a small, gold pocket watch. It had been polished to perfection. An item that had seen excellent care for its age. The front was a stylized design of some kind, an intricate set of knots. When popped open it was still working. Ticking time in time with tiny clockwork hands. The inside was carved the makers mark. Tiny initials with J.E.
Magneto	Max opened the lid and gasped. His father had worked as a watchmaker, and he remembered seeing the various watches in the case. "It is gorgeous, Lorna...but why would..." An easy thumb pops the latch open and he can't help but hold a hand to his mouth in shock. "How did you find this?" He asks, touched very much by the maker's mark, J.E. Jakob Eisenhardt. "I didn't think any had made it out of Germany, they took everything we had." For a rare moment, he felt like the good times again, running home from school and visiting his father's shop. It was that moment that he began to tear, possibly for the first time in Lorna's life that she saw him like that.
Lorna Dane	A slow exhale followed as Lorna watched her father stare at the watch. She gave him time, gave him time to realize what the watch was, what it meant. And most of all, who had made it. "I tracked down several different collectors and museums. Turns out a lot of descendants of Holocaust survivors have been fighting to get back their possessions. There's a huge international fund for it." She pursed her lips briefly, "I might have donated a large sum to it." She coughed, clearing her throat as she got up, standing nearer to her father and perching on the arm of his chair, should he allow it. "I started to do some digging back a few months ago. But hadn't found much. A lot of what was.. taken.. the luxury goods, the gold and silver.. it was melted down, but not all of it. I found this. A private collector had it. I couldn't find any certifications of who had made it.. but they did have the estimate date when it was made, sometime around 1929. It came from his shop, and the initials matched.." She swallowed the lump that formed in the back of her throat. The fire light danced in the golden glow of the polished metal of the pocket watch in her father's grip. Her voice had been soft, barely above a whisper, when she noticed the moisture that collected in her father's eyes. She blinked, her throat closing tightly as she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder.
Magneto	Magneto looked up at Lorna as she explained, then once her hand met his shoulder, he pulled her into a strong embrace. "Liebchen, you do not know how much this means to me." He knew it was authentic, it may have been decades ago, but he remembered exactly the way his father had marked his works. "Even without a certificate, it has someone that can attest to its provenance. And the memories it brings back are priceless."   Magneto set the watch back in the case, and continued to hug Lorna. "Thank you, Lorna, truly. You did all of that to find a piece of your grandfather's history, and made me happier than you can ever imagine."
Lorna Dane	A small sound of surprise escaped her as her father pulled her into a strong hug, but she quickly returned it a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She exhaled a breath, happy that though it was 'late' in terms of the holidays the meaning had been right. It had been worth it. Worth the countless hours pouring through email after email, translating German to English, calling museums and proving that she was in fact related to a bonafide survivor. It had all been worth it to find this small piece of history and bring it back to Genosha. To her father. Lorna slowly leaned back, glancing down at the box as her father put the watch back. "Wanda reminded me how much family matters. Reminded me why you don't celebrate Hanukkah anymore. I wanted to give you something that mattered." She whispered the last part, her own eyes damp from the sudden swell of emotion that the words brought on. Hatred had taken away her father's family, had prevented her from ever knowing them. She'd deserved to have a grandfather, a grandmother.. and they'd been taken decades before she'd even been born. "I wish I had known him." She reached out a hand, tracing the edge of the box with her finger tip. Still held close in her father's embrace by the fire's side. For one single moment, everything felt, if not perfect.. then close to it at least.
Magneto	"Thank you, Lorna. Your gift did it's intended purpose. I will cherish it for the rest of my days." He says, smiling with a tinge of sadness still.   Magneto let out a sigh. "I wish you could have known him as well." A small sentence, but it spoke largely of what he felt. "Though I would venture a guess that he would be quite taken aback with this age. Things were much different back then versus now."
Lorna Dane	Lorna shifted back, adjusting her seat on the edge the chair's arm as her father thanked her for the gift of the pocket watch. She smiled weakly, reaching out to trace a finger tip to the box's top. "He must have been a very patient man. To create something so beautiful and intricate." She murmured softly, her gaze swinging back to her father. It was rare that she got details about the past like this. A quiet moment, without chaos, without something needing to be seen to. A moment to reflect. A moment to talk about the painful memories in her father's past. "I'm glad I could find this at least. I wish it was more." Her eyebrows furrowed and she pursed her lips together. So much was taken from their family. So much lost. Pictures albums. Marriage certificates. Birth certificates. Burned. Destroyed. She sighed, withdrawing her hand to her lap as her other reached out to settle on her father's shoulder. "Am I like him at all? Or ..or anyone else in the family?"
Magneto	"He was extraordinary. I once remember a man walked into his shop with a broken watch, and just by listening to the tempo knew that the mainspring has not only lost power, but that the balance wheel was off by a fraction of a second." The Master of Magnetism chuckled at the memory. "It shook me to my core that he was such a master."   The King had settled back into his chair, giving the question she had posited a think. "I see much of all of them in you. Though permit an old man his boasting when he says he sees himself in you as well." Apart from the powers, of course.
Lorna Dane	A small smile flickered to life in Lorna's expression again as she listened to her father speak. Her green eyed gaze reflected the warmth of the firelight back. A picturesque image. Of a father telling stories of times long past, and his daughter listening with care at his side. Magneto's youngest daughter shifted as she considered, the vague impressions of what must have made up the person who was her grandfather. She didn't even have a picture, and frankly, this was the most her father had said of the man. Her father's answer to her question had her gaze dropping to the floor briefly, thoughtfully. "You're not that old." She drawled lightly.She didn't want to end the brief moment of closeness. She didn't want to stop the little tid bits of memory from her father. She wanted to know more. Wanted to see the smile on her father's face and hear the soft chuckle in his voice that was warm and honest. "Did he teach you how to fix clocks too? Did you help out in the shop?" She hedged her questions with care, trying to avoid the ones that might end with what had ultimately happened.
Magneto	The man was admittedly having a good time, telling his daughter stories of a much happier time of his childhood. "Darling, I may not look it, but you well know what year I was born." He said with that chuckle, the man didn't look a day over 45, but he was indeed a nonagenarian.   "Oh, he showed me very basic things. Mostly what the components did. I did help him around the shop, after school, I cleaned his displays, and put the watches in the safe in the evening before we went home for supper. "Not that much of that matters now, watches like these and their complications are only of the realm of high luxury. It's much easier when you have a computer strapped to your wrist, but something is lost with these..." He picks up the watch again, opening the clasp and showing the interior. "Each of these carvings in the filigree, every single one, was made by hand. Someone made this, using tools smaller than your little finger's nail, and as sharp as a razor. I know it's all progress, but this attention to detail, even now, inspires me and how we have rebuilt Genosha. Our people, Lorna, our people raised this country back from the blight of slavery, and our people built it all back up better than their oppressors." A bit of a tirade, but it was an insight into the man that was her father.
Lorna Dane	A shrug followed her father's words, in the wider world of mutants and super powers, Magneto wasn't //that// old. Even if he was older than most humans ever managed. Some part of her wondered if that would be her in the future, old but not aged. She shook off the thought, and focused her attention on the watch again. "What? C'mon, there's plenty of people your age that are still running around and being active." She teased. But then her father was continuing and his attention, his focus returned to the pocket watch. Part of her thought it would turn into a lecture on how little care the modern world had for things. How books were better than e-books. Something against the modern age.. but as he turned it to Genosha she slowly sighed and nodded. "I know. Genosha is beautiful. People deserved their peace here." Her voice was soft before she turned her attention back to the watch. Away from the present and back to the past. The untouchable and out of reach past. "I think like the older watches better.. Not as easy to mess up on accident with my powers if I'm having an off day."
Magneto	The watch floats above Magneto's hand, closing and returning to its box for now. "I agree, the ticking, perfect rhythm, if it's not off. Darling, have you practiced on finer machines? I can lift skyscrapers, but it would be for nought if I couldn't disassemble a pistol or expand a watch." He didn't mean to sound like a doting parent, but with their powers, he knew how to help if need be.   "I may be old, but I am certainly not in need of a walker and tennis balls." He says with a wry smile.
Lorna Dane	A soft exhale of breath followed her father's questions on her abilities and she shook her head. "I'm perfectly capable of taking apart a pistol. Thanks Dad." She rolled her eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "I only fry electronics by accident when I'm having a bad day." One of //those// days. A bad mental day on either end, high or low, manic or depressive. A point of frustration and or a panic attack and her cell phone was fried. Or computer for that matter. It happened rarely.. much more so since she'd moved to Genosha and lived under her father's roof. But if happened. "But thanks. If you start asking for prune juice and bingo nights I'll start to get worried. How about that?" She teased, getting up before making to give her father another hug. "I'm glad you liked the present."
Magneto	Magneto held the box in his hands, before chuckling. "Deal." With that, one more embrace, and a kiss on the cheek to top it off. "Thank you, Liebschen."