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Ameh · 12-28-2015, 08:49 PM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Should she have left the girls at home? Merlin's pants, this alley was far too crowded for the double stroller, the lines were much too long, and Emmalee was starting to think that maybe sending out the house elf to do the shopping was actually practical instead of posh. She'd really only intended to pop into Malkin's for a new set of work robes on her way home, but she'd been side-tracked and the girls had needed to eat and... Emmalee was exhausted.

But sweet mercies, there was a bench. Sure, someone was sitting on it, but he certainly wasn't entitled to the whole thing.

Pushing the stroller in that direction, the red-head deftly avoided the hordes of students who mercifully would be off to school soon. Except, if she thought about that for just one moment more, she'd have realized that it meant that they'd be on her street, near her home, as soon as the Hogsmeade weekends began. Maybe Maribeth's prejudice hadn't been... too misplaced.

Sitting on the edge of the bench near the man she had not yet looked at, Emmalee sighed and leaned over to take Roswynn out of the stroller. As she brought the fussy girl to her shoulder, she tutted and shushed the child. "Which is it, baby girl? Howell stubbornness or Quinn temper, hmm?" Given the way the afternoon was going, it could have been either.

That voice.

Raiden hadn't even looked up when the woman had sat down, nor when she had moved to take an infant out of the stroller. He'd merely shifted himself over to make sure he wouldn't be in the way of the gigantic thing, leaning forward into his notes with his forearms on his knees. But the voice... it made his breath catch a bit in surprise, a strange tingling sensation up his spine accompanying the recognition as one hand moved to his chest. Fingers absently ran along the edge of the vest he wore over his shirt.

Green, that first time. Now black and grey.

He had gone still, a notebook page half flipped, an expression somewhere between shock and disbelief scrawled across his face. Because there was no way that she was here, now, sitting next to him. Coincidences simply weren't that huge.

Ever so slowly he lifted his head and let himself look.

"...excuse me..."

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Ameh DIMC Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Should she have left the girls at home? Merlin's pants, this alley was far too crowded for the double stroller, the lines were much too long, and Emmalee was starting to think that maybe sending out the house elf to do the shopping was actually practical instead of posh. She'd really only intended to pop into Malkin's for a new set of work robes on her way home, but she'd been side-tracked and the girls had needed to eat and... Emmalee was exhausted. But sweet mercies, there was a bench. Sure, someone was sitting on it, but he certainly wasn't entitled to the whole thing. Pushing the stroller in that direction, the red-head deftly avoided the hordes of students who mercifully would be off to school soon. Except, if she thought about that for just one moment more, she'd have realized that it meant that they'd be on her street, near her home, as soon as the Hogsmeade weekends began. Maybe Maribeth's prejudice hadn't been... too misplaced. Sitting on the edge of the bench near the man she had not yet looked at, Emmalee sighed and leaned over to take Roswynn out of the stroller. As she brought the fussy girl to her shoulder, she tutted and shushed the child. "Which is it, baby girl? Howell stubbornness or Quinn temper, hmm?" Given the way the afternoon was going, it could have been either. That voice. Raiden hadn't even looked up when the woman had sat down, nor when she had moved to take an infant out of the stroller. He'd merely shifted himself over to make sure he wouldn't be in the way of the gigantic thing, leaning forward into his notes with his forearms on his knees. But the voice... it made his breath catch a bit in surprise, a strange tingling sensation up his spine accompanying the recognition as one hand moved to his chest. Fingers absently ran along the edge of the vest he wore over his shirt. Green, that first time. Now black and grey. He had gone still, a notebook page half flipped, an expression somewhere between shock and disbelief scrawled across his face. Because there was no way that she was here, now, sitting next to him. Coincidences simply weren't that huge. Ever so slowly he lifted his head and let himself look. "...excuse me..."