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07-03-2010, 12:37 AM
| | |  Slug and Jiggers Office
 Tucked in near the storeroom, is a warm, small room used as the shopkeeper's office. The room quaint but roomy enough for its purpose. A simple wooden desk and two chairs make up one portion of the space. Several folders are on the floor next to the desk. Everlasting candle are used for light. Old fashion ways for an old fashion man. The left side of the room is where Nigel makes all the potions that are sold. There is always a cauldron boiling over a fire here.
This place is used if a ministry representative stop in, visits from friends and colleagues, and sometimes for more serious business.
This office, along with the storeroom, is private. Anyone caught inside will be asked to leave the shop immediately. Depending on the seriousness of the situation, you could be banned from the shop indefinitely.
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01-03-2013, 02:19 PM
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The thought that Nigel's family, or what he had of one, could be anything like her own was positively heartbreaking. Elinor never understood what it was her parents, or anyone, for that matter, had against people who weren't 'pure-blooded'. She listened to him, nonetheless, because he rarely ever spoke about his family at all. But from what she had heard, she could only tell that Nigel didn't deserve to be treated the way they seemed to. Then, again, perhaps nobody treated Nigel the way he deserved to be.
"People are not defined by blood," she said quietly as she shook her head. It was more of an out-loud thought. But it sparked the urge to say something that he had thought over many times. "I will never care whether or not you are pure-blooded. Ever," she promised. Nigel was pure of heart, and that's all that mattered to her. Her family, she feared, might cause Nigel to question her own feelings towards the subject, even though it had never come up before. She didn't remember either of them ever caring about their heritage, except for curiosity's sake.
When he voiced his decision on the conflict at hand, she nodded once. "Perhaps we should. I could be wrong," Elinor admitted, even though the unlikeliness of that was apparent in her tone. "I could be completely wrong. They might not ask or care at all. It's not their business, in any case, which makes the choice to tell them entirely up to you." She wasn't going to volunteer the information, anyway. The brief look on the positive side relaxed her a little.
And so it seemed they had come to a decision. Elinor took in a slow, silent, calming breath. It wasn't so bad, really. "Not the end of the world," she mused. "I should visit them, anyway. It's been... seven years, at least," she realized, for just a moment feeling like a horrible daughter. But she wouldn't let herself feel bad quite so quickly. She needed to stew in the calm feeling of 'everything is going to be okay'. The woman offered an assuring smile across to Nigel, even though she wasn't sure which one of them needed the comfort.
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline  So he hadn't completely bombed in his response which was a minor blessing. They were both in the same near-speechless boat it seemed, now that the cat was out of the bag. Or the gorilla was in the room because of Elinor's revelation being out in the open. Needless to say it was the woman who once more broken the silence that had grown up between them. Upset? No... that didn't seem right.
"Upset...is not really the right word." Surprise was more like it. Uncertainty had bothered him as well, which left bothered on the more appropriate word list as well. Slowly he turned back towards her as she contunued, stumbling over her words this time and doing more of an interpretation of him then herself. "And if I was, I couldn't exactly be at you since...since we were both...involved." It took two to tango last time he checked.
But neither of them needed to be upset in the end as she wasn't pregnant after all. A relief in some ways...confusing in others. And that wasn't just from his end as Elinor expressed further feelings for the situation. I don't know how to feel about that. Did that mean that she would have been okay if she had been pregnant? Did she deep down want to have been pregnant? Was it him that she was concerned about?
When he thought about it long enough Nigel registered they were kind of in a standstill in their relationship and the future even without the mention of a child or children for that matter. Maybe in truth they really needed to talk over this type of thing and this was really just a nudge in the right direction. And if that was the case, they might just need a more comfortable location then the shop. "It is a lot to take in," he agreed as he bit the inside of his cheek debating what to do.
"Come..." he said, tentatively reaching to take her hand. "We'll talk." With that being said, the shopkeeper lead them both back to his office or floo, whichever way it went. All she could really do was listen and nod, hearing him talk. He seemed to be thinking out loud, more than talking, which eased the pressure of trying to respond. He was over there, thinking it over, which was all she could really ask of him. Elinor watched him as he moved, but, again, tried not to stare. She just wanted to pay attention to him. Make sure he was okay.
Elinor almost literally jumped to take his hand. After hesitating only a moment to register what he had said, she willingly slipped her hand into his and let him lead the way. Now the nerves were calming. She was still tense, and she felt her stomach shaking uncomfortably, but suddenly everything felt much more comfortable. Maybe this would turn out a lot better than she feared. It wasn't often that Nigel was the one to flat-out say that they needed to talk. But the fact that he arrived at that conclusion with little pushing from her end meant a lot more to her than she expected.
Being in his office brought some memories with it. All of them good memories, in the end. But having this discussion here did put a little pressure on her. On one hand, this was Nigel's space. He was bound to feel comfortable here. On the other hand, she didn't want anything that might be said to taint that safety for him. She respected his spaces, and she wanted him to feel secure. To date, she couldn't think of anything that would make her worry about a conversation that would end badly. Just from his willingness, she felt like nothing about this might be as bad as she thought. But Elinor was a worrier, and always was.
Being in his space, she wanted to let him have the first word. And then she was conflicted, because that might make him feel all the more pressured. So she picked something nice and unimposing to say.
"I'm sorry my timing is all wrong," she said, with a hint of a laugh, which was forced to try to make her feel better. She tried to focus on the feeling of her hand in his, not knowing how long he would keep it there. Her grip relaxed enough to let him know that he was not trapped there. All she was worried about revolved around him being comfortable. She was prepared for whatever might be said. Elinor was just scared about how he was going to feel.
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He was gracious for her easy acceptance in his guiddance towards the back of the shop, even if he could still feel tension in the way she held herself beside him as they walked the short distance. Despite the shop being closed for the night, Nigel still prefered to keep what they wanted to talk about to a more comfortable setting and his office was the best option where they were.
"Its not the worst..." he said admittedly with lack of any idea of what else to say at first. Worse would have been in the middle of the shop surrounded by the hustle and bustle of his summer customers leaving him slack jawed and unable to continue his works as he dealt with what she had confessed to him. That would have been horrible and embarising and even more confusing at the same time. Yet Nigel would never expect Elinor to do such a thing as she did her best to make sure he wasn't too far out of his comfort zone.
Nigel moved at first to take a seat at his work bench, letting him dwell in his own space. But as their hands were still connected and the potions master found himself unwilling to break the connection just yet, he settled instead down on the couch that resided there from some previous shopowner. The space beside him open for his companion to join him if she so chose.
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Now that it was clear that no one was going to run from this situation, Elinor had a hard time looking away from him. She was eager to hear him talk, and barring that, she wanted to watch for any sign of what he was thinking. Nigel usually kept a somewhat placid expression. Small twitches of his lips, an eyebrow, the heaviness of a blink-- It was little things he did that were his indicators. Whereas she was an open book most of the time, Nigel required some deciphering. It was just his way, and for the most part, she was perfectly fine with that. Only because, for the most part, she had been with him long enough (or maybe she was just special enough) to be able to figure him out.
So when he made the choice to keep holding her hand, it left her all the more... stunned? No. More like thrilled, maybe. She was ready to go with whatever he was going to give her, and she perched on the cushion next to him, all nerves. The scientist gave the apothecary a little squeeze in reassurance.
"I guess the timing for this sort of thing is hardly ever convenient." There. That was good. She wanted to follow up with something equally well-spoken, but words failed her, and she only came up with "I'm sorry I never... I mean, we should have..."
Here, she trailed off, thinking over the very, very long time she had been with Nigel, and how some things were just never discussed, like some kind of mutual understanding that they didn't talk about those things. "It just never came up, I guess."
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