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Felixir · 10-09-2024, 07:45 PM

He'd not been sure of whether or not he ought to arrive pretty much exactly on time, or to get there early. Early would make a better impression, would give him a little time to settle himself and relax into his surroundings, maybe talk a while to Tommy, if he was working. However, early would also allow for plenty of opportunity for, well, for things to go awry before they had even started. He was almost convinced - though he hoped very much to succeed in averting it - that things would go awry eventually, so he'd decided to show up only five minutes before they were due to meet.

When Noah entered the Leaky Cauldron, it was with a bouquet of white roses in hand. Aside from the fact that he knew Mavis to be the kind of person to appreciate a grand gesture, he hadn't wanted to show up empty-handed, without a tangible token of apology or peace-making. Historically, Noah's apologies had not gone particularly well, though he tried not to think about that right now; the memories would hit him soon enough, as all of that was really how... all of this... had started. He was braced for them.

He held the flowers in front of him like a shield as he scanned the room for Mavis, and was unsurprised to note the veil she wore. He hesitated for a moment, then forced his feet in her direction. This meeting had been his own idea, after all, so his sudden trepidation didn't really make sense. But it did. But it didn't.

Noah stopped by her table, eyeing Mavis almost warily. It had been a very long time since they'd seen each other; so much had happened, good, and bad, and either disguised as the other. He offered her the flowers, expecting them to be ignored, to be snatched away and thrown back at him or thrown aside, expecting a withering, hateful glare, braced for it despite the fact he could not ever recall her looking at him in such a way. He knew he'd deserve it, but he also knew that he didn't. It didn't really make sense to him. But it did. But it didn't.

He was made up of dualities; that was really the essence of the problem, when they got right down to it.

"Can I get you another drink?" he asked, and the words came out stilted, overly formal. He knew, from experience, that he would not be allowed to slot so smoothly into any former familiarity.

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Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,130 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Second Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight He'd not been sure of whether or not he ought to arrive pretty much exactly on time, or to get there early. Early would make a better impression, would give him a little time to settle himself and relax into his surroundings, maybe talk a while to Tommy, if he was working. However, early would also allow for plenty of opportunity for, well, for things to go awry before they had even started. He was almost convinced - though he hoped very much to succeed in averting it - that things would go awry eventually, so he'd decided to show up only five minutes before they were due to meet. When Noah entered the Leaky Cauldron, it was with a bouquet of white roses in hand. Aside from the fact that he knew Mavis to be the kind of person to appreciate a grand gesture, he hadn't wanted to show up empty-handed, without a tangible token of apology or peace-making. Historically, Noah's apologies had not gone particularly well, though he tried not to think about that right now; the memories would hit him soon enough, as all of that was really how... all of this... had started. He was braced for them. He held the flowers in front of him like a shield as he scanned the room for Mavis, and was unsurprised to note the veil she wore. He hesitated for a moment, then forced his feet in her direction. This meeting had been his own idea, after all, so his sudden trepidation didn't really make sense. But it did. But it didn't. Noah stopped by her table, eyeing Mavis almost warily. It had been a very long time since they'd seen each other; so much had happened, good, and bad, and either disguised as the other. He offered her the flowers, expecting them to be ignored, to be snatched away and thrown back at him or thrown aside, expecting a withering, hateful glare, braced for it despite the fact he could not ever recall her looking at him in such a way. He knew he'd deserve it, but he also knew that he didn't. It didn't really make sense to him. But it did. But it didn't. He was made up of dualities; that was really the essence of the problem, when they got right down to it. "Can I get you another drink?" he asked, and the words came out stilted, overly formal. He knew, from experience, that he would not be allowed to slot so smoothly into any former familiarity. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!