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Tazenhani · 01-16-2015, 05:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Hera

The nice way of putting it, "I can be nice, when I want to be," she affirmed, see, this was proof. And yes, he should take her word for it, "He was hard on me, but he was harder on you... you got more attention than I ever did, that in itself is favouritism." That kind of attention that pushed you to be better than what you were. He got it. She didn't. And there he was galavanting around the country on the undercover tasks she always imagined undertaking.

He was perfectly right though, she did take notes - the Ravenclaw that she was, of course she did. "I don't know why this surprises you, but spawn I am not." The similarities didn't cut that deep, did they? And as for him liking her, well now there was something. "I never set out to be liked, respected... well that's another matter." She'd take respect over a personal preference of character anyway. Why would she care if Damien had liked her? No, she only cared whether he respected her. Had it been mutual, or one sided? One was earned, the other, mostly luck... and she didn't believe in luck. "Thanks for the sentiment though, I know you mean well." Emily cocked her head to the side, trying on a sweet smile for show.

If she didn't know better, she'd have thought Sabel was buttering her up for something, but she did know better, so compliments she would have to accept. She did have things under control though, never mind what the candidates have been babbling about in their campaigning for Minister of Magic. Laughable. They had no idea. "Thanks, but we both know I was born for it," leadership, MLE, it was in her blood if nothing else. But ill-fitting jokes aside, she couldn't help but genuinely smile. "Our door is always open, you are still employed, Sabel." Ergo, he need not ask to pop into the office, despite his lengthy time away. "Please, stop by soon, we've even managed to keep the rabid desk-hungry YATI away from yours, so it's untouched if you still want it."

The item she had done so well ignoring existed, was slid over to her end of the table, and she let her gaze trail over it, a smirk lifting the corners of her lips. "I was beginning to think I wasn't going to see these for some time yet," she mused, considering paper work wasn't to Sabel's taste. Something she didn't have the luxury of postponing anymore.

Taking his hand back, Sabel scrubbed the back of his neck, eyeing Emily as he fought back his embarrassment for lateness of his delivery.

He didn't like having been the favorite. Sure, the relationship that had extended between him and Damien had been different than for everyone else, but there were reasons behind that. Reasons he wondered if Emily had forgotten, or ever knew. Damien had kept him from spiraling down and away after Hogwarts. He wasn't sure what he would have done if the man hadn't favored him. Damien wasn't the type to extend help to just anyone.

Still, favoritism was favoritism and there was a prick of guilt for being on the receiving end of it. For the slight bit of....whatever it was he detected in Emily's voice. He didn't want to weigh on it. It was in the past, and they were here now.

Tilting his head he arched an eyebrow at her. "Is it this hard for your boyfriend to give you compliments?"

Because really, that's what he was trying to do. The truth, but a complimentary truth. He left his smile in place though, knowing that Emily was above and beyond anything else, practical and realistic. Along with her skills, they were two of the reasons she made Head of the Department.

That and her award winning personality. He chuckled, shaking his head. "You were indeed born for it." His eyes drifted back down to the paperwork, cringing again. "But I apparently, was not born for pen and paper."

He hesitated. Still employed. His desk was still available. That was sweet. Really sweet. "Sorry about the delay in the work." He nodded towards the package before letting his eyes drift up to Emily, the smile fading. Would he still have a job after this?

"Emily, I really appreciate the assignments, the experience. But...I can't do it anymore." She would understand, right? Having a kid herself. She wouldn't tell him it was the job, and it was this or nothing. Would she?

He took a breath, meeting her gaze.

"I can't afford to do long-term assignments anymore. Not unless it's completely necessary." As in people's lives were at stake. He drew his finger along the edge his coat sleeve, where his second wand was holstered, checking to make sure it was still there. "I'd like to return to London, permanently."

Was that an option? What were his options?

01-16-2015, 05:38 AM	#314 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,149 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Hera The nice way of putting it, *"I can* be nice, when I want to be," she affirmed, see, this was proof. And yes, he should take her word for it, "He was hard on me, but he was harder on you... you got more attention than I ever did, that in itself is favouritism." That kind of attention that pushed you to be better than what you were. He got it. She didn't. And there he was galavanting around the country on the undercover tasks she always imagined undertaking. He was perfectly right though, she did take notes - the Ravenclaw that she was, of course she did. "I don't know why this surprises you, but spawn I am not."** The similarities didn't cut that deep, did they? And as for him liking her, well now there was something. "I never set out to be liked, respected... well that's another matter." She'd take respect over a personal preference of character anyway. Why would she care if Damien had liked her? No, she only cared whether he respected her. Had it been mutual, or one sided? One was earned, the other, mostly luck... and she didn't believe in luck. "Thanks for the sentiment though, I know you mean well." Emily cocked her head to the side, trying on a sweet smile for show. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought Sabel was buttering her up for something, but she did know better, so compliments she would have to accept. She did have things under control though, never mind what the candidates have been babbling about in their campaigning for Minister of Magic. Laughable. They had no idea. "Thanks, but we both know I was born for it," leadership, MLE, it was in her blood if nothing else. But ill-fitting jokes aside, she couldn't help but genuinely smile. *"Our door is always open, you are* still employed, Sabel." Ergo, he need not ask to pop into the office, despite his lengthy time away. "Please, stop by soon, we've even managed to keep the rabid desk-hungry YATI away from yours, so it's untouched if you still want it." The item she had done so well ignoring existed, was slid over to her end of the table, and she let her gaze trail over it, a smirk lifting the corners of her lips. "I was beginning to think I wasn't going to see these for some time yet,"** she mused, considering paper work wasn't to Sabel's taste. Something she didn't have the luxury of postponing anymore. Taking his hand back, Sabel scrubbed the back of his neck, eyeing Emily as he fought back his embarrassment for lateness of his delivery. He didn't like having been the favorite. Sure, the relationship that had extended between him and Damien had been different than for everyone else, but there were reasons behind that. Reasons he wondered if Emily had forgotten, or ever knew. Damien had kept him from spiraling down and away after Hogwarts. He wasn't sure what he would have done if the man hadn't favored him. Damien wasn't the type to extend help to just anyone. Still, favoritism was favoritism and there was a prick of guilt for being on the receiving end of it. For the slight bit of....whatever it was he detected in Emily's voice. He didn't want to weigh on it. It was in the past, and they were here now. Tilting his head he arched an eyebrow at her. "Is it this hard for your boyfriend to give you compliments?" Because really, that's what he was trying to do. The truth, but a complimentary truth. He left his smile in place though, knowing that Emily was above and beyond anything else, practical and realistic. Along with her skills, they were two of the reasons she made Head of the Department. That and her award winning personality. He chuckled, shaking his head. "You were indeed born for it." His eyes drifted back down to the paperwork, cringing again. "But I apparently, was not born for pen and paper." He hesitated. Still employed. His desk was still available. That was sweet. Really sweet. "Sorry about the delay in the work." He nodded towards the package before letting his eyes drift up to Emily, the smile fading. Would he still have a job after this? "Emily, I really appreciate the assignments, the experience. But...I can't do it anymore." She would understand, right? Having a kid herself. She wouldn't tell him it was the job, and it was this or nothing. Would she? He took a breath, meeting her gaze. "I can't afford to do long-term assignments anymore. Not unless it's completely necessary." As in people's lives were at stake. He drew his finger along the edge his coat sleeve, where his second wand was holstered, checking to make sure it was still there. "I'd like to return to London, permanently." Was that an option? What were his options? __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. Last edited by Tazenhani; 01-19-2015 at 05:24 AM. Reason: change in wording :)