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Morgan P. Nickles EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Morgan P. Nickles [IC January 2094 - December 2096; OOC October 2017 - October 2018]
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Originally Posted by Deezerz
It was kind of nice to take a break from home and the pitch. It was also a good opportunity to get some distraction. Xavier knew he was being a sap and all with Cornelius heading to Hogwarts, but what could he do? It wasn't like his heart was made of stone and wasn't going to miss his mini-me. He was. Even if they didn't see eye-to-eye most times. Not only that, but he was worried and kind of excited. His little go-getter was going on to explore the world. What with that dazzling smile the boy inherited from him, he was going to be trouble.
Good luck, professors!
Peering inside the window of the café, Xavier had no issue finding Victoria. He was good at memorizing faces, some more than others, and he remembered hers clearly. Heading inside, he waved at her along with a smile as he approached the table. "Good day, Victoria." Xavier Baltazar was in the house. That's still cool, okay."How're you?"
There he was. Victoria couldn't help to just stare a bit as he came through the door. She always became star struck over him. She tried to shake off the star struck teenager feel and become the professional successful manager she was. Straightening up and sipping her coffee she smiled towards him.
I'm a married woman, I'm a married woman...
Yes she was reminding herself this as he came up to the table and she smiled not showing any of her thoughts. "Xavier, thank you for meeting me." She lifted her hand to shake his for the meeting. "I'm doing very well, how are you? Did your son get along well heading to school?" She kept up on her Quidditch owners, managers, and even players family as much as she could. She liked sending cards from the department or gifts on certain occasions. "How are you doing?"
There he was. Victoria couldn't help to just stare a bit as he came through the door. She always became star struck over him. She tried to shake off the star struck teenager feel and become the professional successful manager she was. Straightening up and sipping her coffee she smiled towards him.
I'm a married woman, I'm a married woman...
Yes she was reminding herself this as he came up to the table and she smiled not showing any of her thoughts. "Xavier, thank you for meeting me." She lifted her hand to shake his for the meeting. "I'm doing very well, how are you? Did your son get along well heading to school?" She kept up on her Quidditch owners, managers, and even players family as much as she could. She liked sending cards from the department or gifts on certain occasions. "How are you doing?"
"No problem at all," Xavier smiled as he gave her hand a firm shake. Today was probably one of the less busiest days he'll have in a while. He took his seat and couldn't help keep his smile as Victoria mentioned his son. Anyone who remembered his kids was always in good graces with him. "I'm doing great. Cornelius was simply excited to go to Hogwarts. Didn't even have to trick him into the train." He let out a small deep laugh.
He missed his boy already.
"How's your family?" He heard from Astrid that Victoria's husband wasn't going to be teaching at Hogwarts, and even though he was curious as of why not, Xavier didn't pry.
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Originally Posted by DinosaursOnASpaceship
Beck was excited about his date with Brody today. He had showed up an hour early because he had to go by the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley to pick up a few things and by his youngest son Sebastian need a broom. He was going to get him started early with Quidditch like he did with Jacques who at the this moment was now on his way for his third year at Hogwarts and his daughter Daytona would be there for her fourth year now. Beck really didn't get to see Daytona that often because Nekoda was always so busy when he wanted to contact her during the off season.
Now things for him were getting busy again too with the new Quidditch season. He couldn't believe it was already that time to go back to work. Beck had been putting in extra hours on the pitch, he wanted to be on top of things for this season. Beck walked into Pequod's cafe and found a table and a seat near the window. He set his bags down on the side of him and wanted for Brody to arrive, he knew that he was still a little early but that didn't bug him on bit.
Brody was quite excited for her date with Beck. They'd been on a few, and it was getting excited now. Brody hadn't been excited about her love life for a long time. Things had been way too complicated. But things with Beck were good. And she liked it. She'd spent the morning doing a little bit of shopping. Shopping was one of Brody's favorite activites. So she did it a lot. After dropping off her two kid at her parents, she'd headed to the cafe that she was meeting Beck at.
She was dressed quite casual, a knitted dress with a cute jacket and scarf. She'd put a warming spell around her, just so that she didn't get too cold. She smiled as she got to the cafe, and spotted Beck. The blonde headed over to him. "Hey...." She smiled as she sat down.
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Brody was quite excited for her date with Beck. They'd been on a few, and it was getting excited now. Brody hadn't been excited about her love life for a long time. Things had been way too complicated. But things with Beck were good. And she liked it. She'd spent the morning doing a little bit of shopping. Shopping was one of Brody's favorite activites. So she did it a lot. After dropping off her two kid at her parents, she'd headed to the cafe that she was meeting Beck at.
She was dressed quite casual, a knitted dress with a cute jacket and scarf. She'd put a warming spell around her, just so that she didn't get too cold. She smiled as she got to the cafe, and spotted Beck. The blonde headed over to him. "Hey...." She smiled as she sat down.
Beck was so excited about this date. He really likes Brody, he hadn't felt like this in a really long time actually. It had been years to be honest. His ex-fiance wasn't very happy that when his first actual love showed but that was last time that he had seen Hayley and he was sure that she had a family of her own now.
Beck didn't want to focus on the past or his past relationships, those people left him for a reason and those were reasons that he never understood. The man looked around the shop with his hazel eyes. The glanced up at the door when he saw Brody walk in. Beck smiled, it was his usual charming smile, he didn't know how to turn it off. "Bonjour." He greeted her. He looked at her as she sat down.
"Wow. You look beautiful."
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maybe that plane wouldn't ever take off maybe that dust wouldn't fly off the drive maybe that tumbleweed and me wouldn't leave every other sunrise
Puff by day, snake by night | Mj's bestie | Always UP to Something...
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Originally Posted by Deezerz
"No problem at all," Xavier smiled as he gave her hand a firm shake. Today was probably one of the less busiest days he'll have in a while. He took his seat and couldn't help keep his smile as Victoria mentioned his son. Anyone who remembered his kids was always in good graces with him. "I'm doing great. Cornelius was simply excited to go to Hogwarts. Didn't even have to trick him into the train." He let out a small deep laugh.
He missed his boy already.
"How's your family?" He heard from Astrid that Victoria's husband wasn't going to be teaching at Hogwarts, and even though he was curious as of why not, Xavier didn't pry.
“Well that is just wonderful. Most children seem to be excited to go to school though. I think my Bart was the only one that truly hated going his first time.” She was glad that it changed after a while, but that was so long ago. She couldn’t believe he was graduated now and starting his training with the Warriors. “Is he your youngest?” Now that she could not remember, but it wasn’t never bad to ask.
“My family is doing well. My oldest just signed with the Warriors in Australia, so he is on cloud nine with excitement. It has been his dream since he was little and we lived there. Crazy that he is old enough to make it come true now.” Proud mom moment, she was so excited to finally have those with him. So many years of worry with that one. “All the girls are doing well and Cossy just started a new position at the University.” Another proud moment to have no one at that school.
“I got us coffees and a few sweets. I wasn’t sure if you were wanting a meal or not.” He could get that if he wanted she assumed.
Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
He'd almost been late thanks to the brilliant individual who'd decided to add aconite to a mixture already containinng doxy venom. Honestly who let half these people graduate University? A degree in Potioneering? Laughable. It was lucky he'd caught it when he did otherwise it'd be one bloody big mess--a mess he'd be hesitant to trust them to clean. One might argue what the worst that could happen would be, but he'd seen worse. Half the interns stuck around after the summer; he knew the height of their stupidity already.
That was in the past now and he'd much rather focus on lunch with his girlfriend. Nothing ever went wrong there. A wonderful reprieve from the people he was forced to work with. Sometimes he thought, maybe he shouldn't have taken the job of Senior Supervisor. It left him exposed to more people than if he'd simply worked as a Researcher in the lab.
Gavin took a seat in their usual spot, having ordered her usual, and waited for Emily to get there. He missed her today, in the middle of all the stupid. Might have missed her even more.
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Text Cut: le boyfriend
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
He'd almost been late thanks to the brilliant individual who'd decided to add aconite to a mixture already containinng doxy venom. Honestly who let half these people graduate University? A degree in Potioneering? Laughable. It was lucky he'd caught it when he did otherwise it'd be one bloody big mess--a mess he'd be hesitant to trust them to clean. One might argue what the worst that could happen would be, but he'd seen worse. Half the interns stuck around after the summer; he knew the height of their stupidity already.
That was in the past now and he'd much rather focus on lunch with his girlfriend. Nothing ever went wrong there. A wonderful reprieve from the people he was forced to work with. Sometimes he thought, maybe he shouldn't have taken the job of Senior Supervisor. It left him exposed to more people than if he'd simply worked as a Researcher in the lab.
Gavin took a seat in their usual spot, having ordered her usual, and waited for Emily to get there. He missed her today, in the middle of all the stupid. Might have missed her even more.
The weekday rigmarole was seldom an issue for her. If anything it had been better in recent times. Work standards were improving, more cases were being closed, the court rooms were in full swing and even the backlog of filing and systems work wasn't enough to dampen her mood. What did dampen her mood however, was everything else.
To think she had thought she was going soft, becoming too sensitive to little nuances... that really wasn't the case, and she was thankful for that much at least. What was worse than that, was the sickness. Between being unable to keep her coffee down - something which had been a growing source of frustration - the blurred vision, dizzy spells and the general fatigue, she was just done. So done.
As it was... the Healer had done little to reassure her of things. If anything, he made the matter worse. There was no solution to this catastrophe, her condition was significantly and rapidly deteriorating. And as much as she didn't want to tell Gavin, figuring she could find a way to deal with it, he apparently had the right to know.
Arriving late was not something she did often, but it had been unavoidable on this particular day. Seeing Gavin at their table, Emily made her way over without any hesitation. "Hey, sorry I'm late," she greeted, placing a kiss on his cheek before sliding onto the seat opposite him. First thing first, she busied herself with unbuttoning her coat, taking glances at her midriff as she did so before shrugging off the garment and setting it on the seat beside her.
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SPOILER!!: The obviously dying woman
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Originally Posted by Hera
The weekday rigmarole was seldom an issue for her. If anything it had been better in recent times. Work standards were improving, more cases were being closed, the court rooms were in full swing and even the backlog of filing and systems work wasn't enough to dampen her mood. What did dampen her mood however, was everything else.
To think she had thought she was going soft, becoming too sensitive to little nuances... that really wasn't the case, and she was thankful for that much at least. What was worse than that, was the sickness. Between being unable to keep her coffee down - something which had been a growing source of frustration - the blurred vision, dizzy spells and the general fatigue, she was just done. So done.
As it was... the Healer had done little to reassure her of things. If anything, he made the matter worse. There was no solution to this catastrophe, her condition was significantly and rapidly deteriorating. And as much as she didn't want to tell Gavin, figuring she could find a way to deal with it, he apparently had the right to know.
Arriving late was not something she did often, but it had been unavoidable on this particular day. Seeing Gavin at their table, Emily made her way over without any hesitation. "Hey, sorry I'm late," she greeted, placing a kiss on his cheek before sliding onto the seat opposite him. First thing first, she busied herself with unbuttoning her coat, taking glances at her midriff as she did so before shrugging off the garment and setting it on the seat beside her.
It was good he'd been working on a bit of wandless magic in his free time, it kept the food warm without drawing the attention of any muggles while he waited on his usually time militant girlfriend to show up. When she finally did, she looked like someone had dropped a year's worth of paper work on her desk and told her she was off field duty til it was done.
"It's fine." He watched her carefully as she took her seat, wondering if perhaps that operation to free those children hadn't gone as planned. No...if that failed lunch might have been cancelled and everyone would have been working over time.
With her making no moves toward the food, he lightly nudged it across the table to her. "Dull morning?" Usually worst than a busy morning in her book, that much he knew.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
It was good he'd been working on a bit of wandless magic in his free time, it kept the food warm without drawing the attention of any muggles while he waited on his usually time militant girlfriend to show up. When she finally did, she looked like someone had dropped a year's worth of paper work on her desk and told her she was off field duty til it was done.
"It's fine." He watched her carefully as she took her seat, wondering if perhaps that operation to free those children hadn't gone as planned. No...if that failed lunch might have been cancelled and everyone would have been working over time.
With her making no moves toward the food, he lightly nudged it across the table to her. "Dull morning?" Usually worst than a busy morning in her book, that much he knew.
Fine. It was fine. Except that it was anything but fine, and peering at him across the table said as much. There was nothing that could make this fine, not unless it could be removed, cut out and prevented from plaguing her body. But that wasn't possible. The verdict was as final as a life sentence to Azkaban... and she knew which she preferred. Humming something that vaguely sounded like an agreement Emily averted her gaze out the window to the street, but was soon drawn back to the table, the smell of the food twisting her nose unpleasantly.
She wasn't particularly hungry. Picking up her cup though, she inhaled the aroma of her coffee and was immediately disappointed with the sensation that gripped her stomach. It wasn't going to happen. Placing it in the centre of the table and opting to pick at her sandwich Emily shook her head gently. "Not dull, no." It was perhaps impossible for anyone to find the events of the morning dull, least of all to her. "Yours?" she queried, hoping he had another tale of incompetence to lift her spirits.
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SPOILER!!: OVERLY dramatic woman
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Originally Posted by Hera
Fine. It was fine. Except that it was anything but fine, and peering at him across the table said as much. There was nothing that could make this fine, not unless it could be removed, cut out and prevented from plaguing her body. But that wasn't possible. The verdict was as final as a life sentence to Azkaban... and she knew which she preferred. Humming something that vaguely sounded like an agreement Emily averted her gaze out the window to the street, but was soon drawn back to the table, the smell of the food twisting her nose unpleasantly.
She wasn't particularly hungry. Picking up her cup though, she inhaled the aroma of her coffee and was immediately disappointed with the sensation that gripped her stomach. It wasn't going to happen. Placing it in the centre of the table and opting to pick at her sandwich Emily shook her head gently. "Not dull, no." It was perhaps impossible for anyone to find the events of the morning dull, least of all to her. "Yours?" she queried, hoping he had another tale of incompetence to lift her spirits.
Perhaps it was a direct co-relation to his job, or maybe it was the fact that Emily had picked up then refused both food and coffee but Gavin was still watching, brown eyes suddenly going over her as if she was a subject who'd ingested a prototype and needed observation. A look she was likely to know by now but there was little he could do to mask it. Something was off.
His arms folded at his chest and he leaned into his seat, also noting the shift in conversation to himself. "Hectic." Normally, he would indulge her with wild stories of grown children who sometimes had paper clip wars when they thought he wasn't looking but he was much too interested in her at the moment. "Why not dull?" If not dull, she surely wouldn't have walked into the cafe looking like this.
"Have you already eaten? We could have gone to the park instead." Her face had more colour in it when she'd left the house this morning, hadn't it? "Did someone die?" Speaking of death, didn't she have that appointment with her Healer this morning to sort out her 'coffee aversion'?
"How's that Healer of yours?"
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Text Cut: pfft, she learnt drama from Gavin XD
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Perhaps it was a direct co-relation to his job, or maybe it was the fact that Emily had picked up then refused both food and coffee but Gavin was still watching, brown eyes suddenly going over her as if she was a subject who'd ingested a prototype and needed observation. A look she was likely to know by now but there was little he could do to mask it. Something was off.
His arms folded at his chest and he leaned into his seat, also noting the shift in conversation to himself. "Hectic." Normally, he would indulge her with wild stories of grown children who sometimes had paper clip wars when they thought he wasn't looking but he was much too interested in her at the moment. "Why not dull?" If not dull, she surely wouldn't have walked into the cafe looking like this.
"Have you already eaten? We could have gone to the park instead." Her face had more colour in it when she'd left the house this morning, hadn't it? "Did someone die?" Speaking of death, didn't she have that appointment with her Healer this morning to sort out her 'coffee aversion'?
"How's that Healer of yours?"
The look was hardly necessary, and in fact, he could stop looking now. Emily frowned to convey this, shifting in her seat uncomfortably and sitting forward on the edge of her seat in an attempt to conceal the issue. Not that there was anything to conceal, perhaps a blessing in disguise at this point. To appease him, she pulled out a slice of cucumber from her meal and made a show of eating it. See... perfectly fine. Nevermind that she really wasn't in a mood for it.
Hectic though, now that was interesting, and though she was happy for the change of topic, she didn't press him for details hoping that they would come on their own. How wrong she was to have such hope. His why-not-dull question received nothing more than a brow raise, she was still working up to answering that one. While she valued honesty in a relationship, she also valued denial in instances like these. A little more time pretending that things were not as they were now would have been appreciated.
Eating though, "Not hungry," unlike some other days where food wasn't near enough. The park though, had its appeal. "I'm fine here though, you should eat..." it wasn't only her lunch time after all. She could hardly rob him of food. Death though, well now there was a loaded question. "I'm sure someone did," she replied curtly, not at all amused by the 101 questions he was probing her with. Honestly she should have come to expect such things, but now was not the time for that.
... sigh.
If she hadn't already reached the end of her patience quota, this was perhaps the last straw... but it did give her the opportunity to drop her bombshell. Honestly though, the reply she longed to give was that he was a dead man walking, what came out was something else entirely. "About that," she started, "I'm pregnant."
Bluntness, that's what was required.
And suddenly her sandwich filling looked awfully appetising. Flipping the top of it to the side of her plate, Emily grabbed her fork and started scrapping off the shredded chicken with its mayonnaisey goodness.
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SPOILER!!: I wanna say he's not drama but....yeah...
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Originally Posted by Hera
The look was hardly necessary, and in fact, he could stop looking now. Emily frowned to convey this, shifting in her seat uncomfortably and sitting forward on the edge of her seat in an attempt to conceal the issue. Not that there was anything to conceal, perhaps a blessing in disguise at this point. To appease him, she pulled out a slice of cucumber from her meal and made a show of eating it. See... perfectly fine. Nevermind that she really wasn't in a mood for it.
Hectic though, now that was interesting, and though she was happy for the change of topic, she didn't press him for details hoping that they would come on their own. How wrong she was to have such hope. His why-not-dull question received nothing more than a brow raise, she was still working up to answering that one. While she valued honesty in a relationship, she also valued denial in instances like these. A little more time pretending that things were not as they were now would have been appreciated.
Eating though, "Not hungry," unlike some other days where food wasn't near enough. The park though, had its appeal. "I'm fine here though, you should eat..." it wasn't only her lunch time after all. She could hardly rob him of food. Death though, well now there was a loaded question. "I'm sure someone did," she replied curtly, not at all amused by the 101 questions he was probing her with. Honestly she should have come to expect such things, but now was not the time for that.
... sigh.
If she hadn't already reached the end of her patience quota, this was perhaps the last straw... but it did give her the opportunity to drop her bombshell. Honestly though, the reply she longed to give was that he was a dead man walking, what came out was something else entirely. "About that," she started, "I'm pregnant."
Bluntness, that's what was required.
And suddenly her sandwich filling looked awfully appetising. Flipping the top of it to the side of her plate, Emily grabbed her fork and started scrapping off the shredded chicken with its mayonnaisey goodness.
She could be as curt as she wanted, so long as his questions were answered. In fact, it might have been for the best that she chose not to beat around the bush. That might have tainted his observations a little; forced him to have to read deeper than he'd have liked to on his lunch break.
Not hungry and someone somewhere must have died. The last was true enough, people were dying by the second and unless Zeke had a nasty run in, statistics like that wouldn't bother her.
The man glanced down at his own food, uninterested in the moment. "In a bit." Nothing else seemed to bring up much for him, his only hope left was the question of the Healer. Perhaps he'd told her she'd developed a permanent allergy to coffe--
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Text Cut: XD it could have been so much worse
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
She could be as curt as she wanted, so long as his questions were answered. In fact, it might have been for the best that she chose not to beat around the bush. That might have tainted his observations a little; forced him to have to read deeper than he'd have liked to on his lunch break.
Not hungry and someone somewhere must have died. The last was true enough, people were dying by the second and unless Zeke had a nasty run in, statistics like that wouldn't bother her.
The man glanced down at his own food, uninterested in the moment. "In a bit." Nothing else seemed to bring up much for him, his only hope left was the question of the Healer. Perhaps he'd told her she'd developed a permanent allergy to coffe--
The food was actually decent, as it usually was... though the after taste was something she wasn't fond of. There was that 'sick' taste in her mouth again, the one she hadn't been able to shake all day since she'd heard the news. It just seemed to permeate through everything.
Gavin's sudden silence was noted, but the fact that he was still seated meant that he was taking the news better than she had just hours ago.
It was after a short moment of playing with the remainder of her food that she managed to look back up.
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"Three months," she added, figuring she may as well get more of the details off her chest while he was present and processing. "I'm apparently supposed to be showing, but the medication and the stress... well... this wasn't expected." Wasn't supposed to happen.
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SPOILER!!: Really could have *mellow*
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Originally Posted by Hera
The food was actually decent, as it usually was... though the after taste was something she wasn't fond of. There was that 'sick' taste in her mouth again, the one she hadn't been able to shake all day since she'd heard the news. It just seemed to permeate through everything.
Gavin's sudden silence was noted, but the fact that he was still seated meant that he was taking the news better than she had just hours ago.
It was after a short moment of playing with the remainder of her food that she managed to look back up.
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"Three months," she added, figuring she may as well get more of the details off her chest while he was present and processing. "I'm apparently supposed to be showing, but the medication and the stress... well... this wasn't expected." Wasn't supposed to happen.
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Huh.
Well then. That was...it...ahem...she was WHAT? By some great miracle, he managed to keep his expression passive but he was already on to another set of questions. How--well of course he knew how but that didn't explain HOW. That Healer...hadn't he done any checks at all to ensure the potions he was prescribing didn't clash with ones she'd already been on? Circe he was an incompetent as those interns.
Gavin had only barely processed that when she continued on. Three months was a LONG TIME for potions to keep you under false pretenses. Three. Three. He...didn't really know what to say, what to do. How was she taking it--because surely it wasn't 'well'.
The appetite he'd left the office with was all but gone. What was today?
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
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Huh.
Well then. That was...it...ahem...she was WHAT? By some great miracle, he managed to keep his expression passive but he was already on to another set of questions. How--well of course he knew how but that didn't explain HOW. That Healer...hadn't he done any checks at all to ensure the potions he was prescribing didn't clash with ones she'd already been on? Circe he was an incompetent as those interns.
Gavin had only barely processed that when she continued on. Three months was a LONG TIME for potions to keep you under false pretenses. Three. Three. He...didn't really know what to say, what to do. How was she taking it--because surely it wasn't 'well'.
The appetite he'd left the office with was all but gone. What was today?
This wasn't how she envisioned it going down. Then again, what she had envisioned had been worse, more problematic in having to track him down and sort him out. He could not abandon her right now, not that she couldn't handle anything on her own, she could... definitely... but a little human?
.... a little human. A thing. With a face, and heart, and organs and... soul, or something.
Furthermore, it wasn't one that would come gift wrapped with the ability of human speech, grooming and any modicum of independence. Adopting Zeke had been a big step on its own, but she hadn't had to wipe the kids butt once. This, was going to be a whole new experience. One she didn't sign up for.
Unfortunately they didn't have all day to just sit and stare, and so with a hint of annoyance, Emily aimed a solid kick at Gavin's shin. "Could you please say something now?!"She was the one that was affected, she was the one that was going to get fat, she was the one that wouldn't be able to drink coffee, or eat cured meats, or soft cheese... firewhiskey...
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SPOILER!!: So violent
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Originally Posted by Hera
This wasn't how she envisioned it going down. Then again, what she had envisioned had been worse, more problematic in having to track him down and sort him out. He could not abandon her right now, not that she couldn't handle anything on her own, she could... definitely... but a little human?
.... a little human. A thing. With a face, and heart, and organs and... soul, or something.
Furthermore, it wasn't one that would come gift wrapped with the ability of human speech, grooming and any modicum of independence. Adopting Zeke had been a big step on its own, but she hadn't had to wipe the kids butt once. This, was going to be a whole new experience. One she didn't sign up for.
Unfortunately they didn't have all day to just sit and stare, and so with a hint of annoyance, Emily aimed a solid kick at Gavin's shin. "Could you please say something now?!"She was the one that was affected, she was the one that was going to get fat, she was the one that wouldn't be able to drink coffee, or eat cured meats, or soft cheese... firewhiskey...
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Suddenly there was a sharp pain at his knee that his now limited processing could only assume to be Emily and it brought him back to the table and the current situation. Right. Pregnant girlfriend. Little human being. He'd be a...father thing. Funny how the title never bothered him before. Adopting Zeke was easy. Kid was already grown with his own personality and the girls loved him. This was a blank slate entirely. A new little person that was completely dependent and could not be shipped away from September to June.
Her words prompted his own.
"How do you feel about it?" That was possibly the most important thing right now. It had never been something he'd given much thought but when it came down to it, it was all the same for him either way. He'd never considered trying for a baby but he wasn't about to pack his stuff and run for the hills.
"Are you okay?" They could focus on his later when he'd developed a proper opinion on......THIS. All of this.
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Suddenly there was a sharp pain at his knee that his now limited processing could only assume to be Emily and it brought him back to the table and the current situation. Right. Pregnant girlfriend. Little human being. He'd be a...father thing. Funny how the title never bothered him before. Adopting Zeke was easy. Kid was already grown with his own personality and the girls loved him. This was a blank slate entirely. A new little person that was completely dependent and could not be shipped away from September to June.
Her words prompted his own.
"How do you feel about it?" That was possibly the most important thing right now. It had never been something he'd given much thought but when it came down to it, it was all the same for him either way. He'd never considered trying for a baby but he wasn't about to pack his stuff and run for the hills.
"Are you okay?" They could focus on his later when he'd developed a proper opinion on......THIS. All of this.
The severity of it all was beginning to feel overwhelming again, only this time she didn't have a spew bucket... perhaps not a good thing. Swallowing carefully, Emily nodded. Finally. At long last... and he was making this about her. Good boyfriend,this she could do. Gavin's actual thoughts on the matter were welcome to wait until she could accept her own, whatever they might be.
"I... don't know," she replied honestly. It was never the plan. He knew it was never the plan. And as much as she would deny it if anyone ousted her for it, she was scared. Terrified. Petrified. It wasn't even just about how dangerous her work was, how dangerous her position was, it was simply the fact that she would be responsible for this thing. In her body, and out of it.
... was she okay?
......
She wanted to say no, to shake her head, but she refrained from doing so. Instead, she abandoned her fork and held her hand out across the table. His touch would be appreciated.
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The severity of it all was beginning to feel overwhelming again, only this time she didn't have a spew bucket... perhaps not a good thing. Swallowing carefully, Emily nodded. Finally. At long last... and he was making this about her. Good boyfriend,this she could do. Gavin's actual thoughts on the matter were welcome to wait until she could accept her own, whatever they might be.
"I... don't know," she replied honestly. It was never the plan. He knew it was never the plan. And as much as she would deny it if anyone ousted her for it, she was scared. Terrified. Petrified. It wasn't even just about how dangerous her work was, how dangerous her position was, it was simply the fact that she would be responsible for this thing. In her body, and out of it.
... was she okay?
......
She wanted to say no, to shake her head, but she refrained from doing so. Instead, she abandoned her fork and held her hand out across the table. His touch would be appreciated.
Not knowing was okay, expected even when you considered the situation in it's entirety. It wasn't like they were adopting a cruppy or replacing Avery's fish--when she went through that one phase a couple summers ago. In some ways, he'd have been more concerned if she knew exactly how she was feeling about it. Did anyone ever know?
Scratch that. There were people in this world that bred like bunnies. He'd be concerned if they DIDN'T know and didn't at least have some plan. This was a much smaller scale and didn't need a plan, it wasn't even meant to happen.
He took the hand she'd extended across the table, lightly rubbing his thumb along the back. "It's fine. You can still afford not to know." A part of him never wanted to know but this was hardly something you could ignore. It would grow and eventually it would come out to join them and they could all not know together.
"It'll be alright you know." In case she didn't. Maybe not NOW--certainly not, just look at her face--but eventually.
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Not knowing was okay, expected even when you considered the situation in it's entirety. It wasn't like they were adopting a cruppy or replacing Avery's fish--when she went through that one phase a couple summers ago. In some ways, he'd have been more concerned if she knew exactly how she was feeling about it. Did anyone ever know?
Scratch that. There were people in this world that bred like bunnies. He'd be concerned if they DIDN'T know and didn't at least have some plan. This was a much smaller scale and didn't need a plan, it wasn't even meant to happen.
He took the hand she'd extended across the table, lightly rubbing his thumb along the back. "It's fine. You can still afford not to know." A part of him never wanted to know but this was hardly something you could ignore. It would grow and eventually it would come out to join them and they could all not know together.
"It'll be alright you know." In case she didn't. Maybe not NOW--certainly not, just look at her face--but eventually.
As suspected, his touch was enough to ease some of her nerves though they did remain. Somehow she didn't think this sensation was going to pass any time soon, and it had her wondering how it might in fact start impacting on her work. Circe knew she couldn't afford that right now, or ever.
She managed a small smile at Gavin's comforting words. It's fine. It'll be alright. All those things, were appreciated, every bit as much as his hand holding hers. It was like a warm embrace, a throw rug on a brisk night. "You're coming to the next appointment, and all of them, and we need to go over what I'm currently taking I'm not sure I can trust the man anymore." Honestly, she couldn't recall him giving any warning of what the potion could possibly negate. Nothing came to mind, and she wasn't the type to forget.
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As suspected, his touch was enough to ease some of her nerves though they did remain. Somehow she didn't think this sensation was going to pass any time soon, and it had her wondering how it might in fact start impacting on her work. Circe knew she couldn't afford that right now, or ever.
She managed a small smile at Gavin's comforting words. It's fine. It'll be alright. All those things, were appreciated, every bit as much as his hand holding hers. It was like a warm embrace, a throw rug on a brisk night. "You're coming to the next appointment, and all of them, and we need to go over what I'm currently taking I'm not sure I can trust the man anymore." Honestly, she couldn't recall him giving any warning of what the potion could possibly negate. Nothing came to mind, and she wasn't the type to forget.
There was something, a smile. It promised some progress from where they'd been a couple minutes ago and even if she wasn't all patched up, he would take it. A small smile mirroring hers came across his face. "I wouldn't miss a single one, no matter how many stations the idiots back at the lab decide to blow up." Because she was absolutely right, they DID need to go over everything the Healer prescribed. He had a lot of explaining to do and Gavin intended to be there for it.
"Until then, I don't think I want you taking anymore of what he's given you, 'least not til I've had time to test it." There was a tiny little Gavin in there somewhere and the Healer had already messed up once. Certain risks were not meant to be taken.
"Have you thought about how work will go later on?" Even in the middle of comfort, they had to be practical; she had to be practical.
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With a backpack full of university books and sunflower tumbler full of masala chai (because conservation wasn't just for muggles), Gaia eventually payed barista after spending an embarrassingly long time sorting through her muggle money. WHY they needed so many variations of coins and paper money was beyond her understanding and was wondering if she could swing her current research paper into a proposal that muggles adopt a much more fundamental system as it would save everyone time and energy.
Finding a vacant seat, Gaia pulled out a few of her political science books and notebook. She felt a little weirded out not using parchment, but she would rather attention be drawn to her for other reasons and not the things she was writing with. Digging through the chaotic contents of her bag for a pen, Gaia set it to an empty page in her notebook and dated it. "Ooooo!" she squealed under her breath when she saw that she had accidentally purchased a glitter pen.
Now sufficiently distracted, Gaia began to doodle on the page in her notebook while pausing every now and then to sip from her tumbler.
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With a backpack full of university books and sunflower tumbler full of masala chai (because conservation wasn't just for muggles), Gaia eventually payed barista after spending an embarrassingly long time sorting through her muggle money. WHY they needed so many variations of coins and paper money was beyond her understanding and was wondering if she could swing her current research paper into a proposal that muggles adopt a much more fundamental system as it would save everyone time and energy.
Finding a vacant seat, Gaia pulled out a few of her political science books and notebook. She felt a little weirded out not using parchment, but she would rather attention be drawn to her for other reasons and not the things she was writing with. Digging through the chaotic contents of her bag for a pen, Gaia set it to an empty page in her notebook and dated it. "Ooooo!" she squealed under her breath when she saw that she had accidentally purchased a glitter pen.
Now sufficiently distracted, Gaia began to doodle on the page in her notebook while pausing every now and then to sip from her tumbler.
What were muggle cafes good for, exactly?
Besides the coffee and the occasionally decent panini, there was really only one thing. And Rhydian tended to take advantage of that one thing. Feet up on the table, heels pushing his chair back so it rocked on it's hind legs, arms folded comfortably over his chest, head tilted back and hat set upon it. Napping.
The perfect practice for a place such as this.
No need to watch his back. The muggles would do that for him. No need to worry about bosses or fellow employees bothering him. Again, the muggles would handle that. For all their unmagical capabilities, they were quite effective at thwarting the magical.
He was a good split into his nap too, when he heard it. The exclamation of surprise that came very close to his ear, and filtered into his subconsciousness like a loud invite. It had him snorting awake, the hat shifting on his head slightly with the disturbance.
Turning his head so that one eye could peek out from under the brim of said hat, Rhydian looked towards the sound of interest. It belonged to the person right behind him. A person, making a very valiant attempt with pen and paper, though their method was slightly flawed.
"If you want to get into art school, I might suggest something a little less ruled. Perhaps a few other colors." Just a passing comment here. He wasn't sure what the doodles were supposed to be, but then that seemed to be the case for most artwork these days.
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What were muggle cafes good for, exactly?
Besides the coffee and the occasionally decent panini, there was really only one thing. And Rhydian tended to take advantage of that one thing. Feet up on the table, heels pushing his chair back so it rocked on it's hind legs, arms folded comfortably over his chest, head tilted back and hat set upon it. Napping.
The perfect practice for a place such as this.
No need to watch his back. The muggles would do that for him. No need to worry about bosses or fellow employees bothering him. Again, the muggles would handle that. For all their unmagical capabilities, they were quite effective at thwarting the magical.
He was a good split into his nap too, when he heard it. The exclamation of surprise that came very close to his ear, and filtered into his subconsciousness like a loud invite. It had him snorting awake, the hat shifting on his head slightly with the disturbance.
Turning his head so that one eye could peek out from under the brim of said hat, Rhydian looked towards the sound of interest. It belonged to the person right behind him. A person, making a very valiant attempt with pen and paper, though their method was slightly flawed.
"If you want to get into art school, I might suggest something a little less ruled. Perhaps a few other colors." Just a passing comment here. He wasn't sure what the doodles were supposed to be, but then that seemed to be the case for most artwork these days.
It wasn't that she was purposefully avoiding her studies, seeing as this unit of her Human Rights: Muggle Law course had particularly tickled her interest, but stumbling upon the happy discovery that your muggle writing implement was more than what it had first seemed was quite distracting. HOW did they get all that ink in here and with that glittery sheen without the use of magic? Gaia was the sort that would find a tour of a ballpoint pen factory life changing and she was now wondering where the closest factory was so she could set up an appointment to appease her curiosity.
It was these thoughts that had her so focused on her doodling - a cursory replication from memory of some mehndi she had seen in one of her travel magazines over her morning tea - that she almost missed everything that was being said to her by the fellow in the snazzy hat.
"Perdono?" she chirped, the Italian rolling off her tongue effortlessly as she peeked up at him through her long lashes. Ceasing her doodling for now, Gaia lifted the pen from the parchment and rested it softly against her lower lip while she considered him. She had frequented this cafe often, mostly for a change of scenery to get off campus when the dull drone of routine had begun to set in, but there was not even a vague familiarity to his face...which was a little disappointing while at the same time a bit of a relief.
She was sure that his face was one that she would not forget.
"Hmmm," she mused, chewing on the end of her pen for a moment before discarding it to the surface of the table. "Do I really give off the first impression of being an aspiring art student?" she inquired with a girlish grin. "I'd think that that sort would be more invested in their creative instruments," she added with a giggle as she waved the glitter pen gently back and forth towards him.
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It wasn't that she was purposefully avoiding her studies, seeing as this unit of her Human Rights: Muggle Law course had particularly tickled her interest, but stumbling upon the happy discovery that your muggle writing implement was more than what it had first seemed was quite distracting. HOW did they get all that ink in here and with that glittery sheen without the use of magic? Gaia was the sort that would find a tour of a ballpoint pen factory life changing and she was now wondering where the closest factory was so she could set up an appointment to appease her curiosity.
It was these thoughts that had her so focused on her doodling - a cursory replication from memory of some mehndi she had seen in one of her travel magazines over her morning tea - that she almost missed everything that was being said to her by the fellow in the snazzy hat.
"Perdono?" she chirped, the Italian rolling off her tongue effortlessly as she peeked up at him through her long lashes. Ceasing her doodling for now, Gaia lifted the pen from the parchment and rested it softly against her lower lip while she considered him. She had frequented this cafe often, mostly for a change of scenery to get off campus when the dull drone of routine had begun to set in, but there was not even a vague familiarity to his face...which was a little disappointing while at the same time a bit of a relief.
She was sure that his face was one that she would not forget.
"Hmmm," she mused, chewing on the end of her pen for a moment before discarding it to the surface of the table. "Do I really give off the first impression of being an aspiring art student?" she inquired with a girlish grin. "I'd think that that sort would be more invested in their creative instruments," she added with a giggle as she waved the glitter pen gently back and forth towards him.
"Hence the 'aspiring'." Rhydian responded, his smile on it's way to matching her grin. His eyes followed the pen for a moment. Really, there was nothing particularly wrong with such writing utensiles. Goodness knew that artists used a variety of mediums these days, but they most often started with blank paper, not lined.
His gaze tracked over to the books on the desk. Had he been of a less lazy mindset, he might have sat up to have a proper look at the covers. As it was, he couldn't make them out. Fine by him. Not like he was here to try and profile muggle criminals. That was the police's job.
Amusing, the thought of this woman being a criminal. What with her glitter pens and lined paper. Still, she was interesting enough to talk to, so Rhydian pulled his hat off his face and turned his head to properly see her.
"But if not of an art variety, what 'sort' are you?"
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"Hence the 'aspiring'." Rhydian responded, his smile on it's way to matching her grin. His eyes followed the pen for a moment. Really, there was nothing particularly wrong with such writing utensiles. Goodness knew that artists used a variety of mediums these days, but they most often started with blank paper, not lined.
His gaze tracked over to the books on the desk. Had he been of a less lazy mindset, he might have sat up to have a proper look at the covers. As it was, he couldn't make them out. Fine by him. Not like he was here to try and profile muggle criminals. That was the police's job.
Amusing, the thought of this woman being a criminal. What with her glitter pens and lined paper. Still, she was interesting enough to talk to, so Rhydian pulled his hat off his face and turned his head to properly see her.
"But if not of an art variety, what 'sort' are you?"
Intriguing.
Sticking her tongue out playfully, Gaia's lips curled into an amused grin and winked at him. Perhaps she had found herself a worthy people watcher for the afternoon? Not that she minded doing things on her own, but it was always enjoyable to bounce ideas and stories off another person. And, had she been aware of his thoughts, would have found his brain incredibly alluring.
"Mmmmmm, more of the political science and international law," she replied airily, one of her fingers tracing over the cover of her textbooks. "I'd say that my artistic endeavors are limited to to procrastination attempts and curiosity." Her brown eyes returned to the cover of her text book before glancing at her welcomed company. "I don't find it nearly as magical as I do my university work."
His interest in her had roused her curiosity and now she was putting her own feelers out there to try and figure out just what sort he was. Just without making a blatant slip up like she had done with Sayid and therefore lost the upper hand in the conversation. Hopefully a dishy fellow like himself would pick up on her nuisances, were he of the same 'sort'.
"And just what sort are you?" she grinned, propping both elbows up on the table and resting her chin on her dainty fists. "Polished fellow like yourself could be mistaken for an aspiring art student too."
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