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Exiting the subway station for Charing Cross instantly takes you to Trafalgar Square, which is at the south of Charing Cross Road and extends to a number of other streets. The square has been a significant landmark since the 13th century. The bulk of the square is taken up by Nelson's Column, surrounded by four bronze lion statues, and two large fountains featuring dolphins, mermaids, and tritons. In the corners of the square are four plinths, one of which is swapped out for another from time to time, and up a flight of stairs is the National Gallery.
A number of Muggle ceremonies are hosted here during major holidays, such as a seasonal tree ceremony prior to Christmas and a New Years celebration. The space is also occasionally used for political demonstrations, premieres, parade destinations, and more. This area is still primarily used today as a public gathering spot. With that being said, wizards and witches that find themselves here will know better than to whip their wands out.
Heading directly south of the square on Whitehall Road, the Ministry entrances can be accessed.
What? Genny, albeit not a common occurrence, stopped eating her precious falafel sandwich to give Sam a look, a reprimanding look. "So, I'm one category and you're two?" No, no, no, she was not mad, she was just trying to understand. The daggers in her eyes were just her 'trying to understand' look. Davie, hold on, one moment. Genny needed to take this right here and right now. "You know what, you can't even fix this so... never mind," Genny took her second sandwich from Sam's lap--or wherever he placed it--and slid down one step to sit next to Davie.
It felt like her moving spots triggered the stiletto incident because as soon as her bum hit the stony ground, there was a shriek. The damsel in distress spectacle caught her attention like the others. With the last bite of her first sandwich being torn apart in her mouth, Genny winced. This was exactly why she didn't wear heels unless it was absolutely necessary--as in, her parents having a party, or getting herself a new boyfriend who put her in TWO categories yes, she wasn't going to let that go so quickly. Wait, what? Genny glanced between Sam and Davie when Sam suggested a rescue mission. That was a great idea, actually. Genny turned to smile encouragingly at Davie. In fact, "Oh no, are you okay, lady?" She called out simultaneously pushing Davie gently from his shoulder towards the scene.
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Even though David agreed with Sam's assessment of Genny and whichever category she would be in for this silly game, he was wise enough not to involve himself in this discussion. She was, after all, apparently still a bit hangry, as she said 'whatever' and sat next to him now.
Was he smirking? Maybe a little. It was difficult to tell with his mouth chock full of sandwich. "Hmmf," the manboy grunted as he finished his mouthful, miraculously not choking even as BOTH of his roommates began nudging him away from them. What was this, though? Had a mouse been caught by an owl? Of course he heard the click-clacking and the high-pitched squeak of distress; he'd just learned to ignore both sounds they usually reminded him of his ridiculous demon of a mother. He also couldn't see who precisely was acting like a trapped mouse here, since he had no vision correction on him today. But it was obvious that neither Genny nor Sam was going to behave as a proper Gryffindor should, so it was up to this former Ravenclaw to do his duty and extend aid to the party in trouble.
With an audible sigh, David stood up, his sandwich wrapper balled in his fist, and made his way toward the blurry figure that had somehow taken a tumble right in front of them. He first tossed his wrapper away into the nearest bin as though that was his true intention for getting up, and then he extended a hand down to help her, whoever she was. "Are you alright, " he stated in a bored voice as he reached for her hand/arm and began tugging her upright.
Annnnnd now he had a look at her, since they were in close enough proximity that he could (mostly) make out her face. "What the devil--" GASSSSP! Now it was David's turn to shriek squeak as his poor eyesight finally grasped who he was looking at. "Sachiko?!?!" How in the name of Aberforth Dumbledore's favorite goat had SHE gotten here?! Did she have a trace on her name?!? He'd just barely MENTIONED her and now she had popped up?!?! He was so perturbed that in pulling her up, he too took a misstep on the same stupid crack that had caught her shoe, and rolled his ankle, as he tumbled to the ground on top of/beside the model.
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It had truly been awhile since she had banshee screamed herself hoarse over something, though it had been her fourth year when she had last done so over shoes, but she was getting awfully close to doing so NOW. Not only had she falling and could have potentially broken a leg which would have them prohibited her from walking the runway for x amount of time while also jeopardized her signature sashay PERIOD, but the designer had gifted her with shoes that had the AUDACITY to get themselves wedged into crevices and purposefully embarrass her. Her agent and this designer would be hearing from her PERSONALLY soon enough.
Sachiko SUPPOSED there were worse things that could have been shouted at her, ma'am in particular came to mind, but lady still made her feel like she was some old HAG instead of the well sought after high fashion model that she was. Add another person to her list that would be hearing from her agent if not the bleach blonde's own screeches soon enough.
But before she could tell this person off or even process the handsome nerd who had just squeaked her name (lamely), she was being squished. She had been expecting a man (or a woman, she wasn't picky) on a white horse to save scoop her up and then take her out on a date of pampering...but instead she ended up with Humpty Dumpty. "UUUUUUUUUUUUGH, get OFF me," she snarled as she wound up to slap however this was square across the face. Only her hand stilled at juuuuuuuuust the right millisecond when her wild brown eyes met his. Of course, she refused to say that this had anything to do with karma because there was absolutely no connection to him being blind as a bat because she had taken his glasses and was STILL waiting for him to seek her out to take her out so he could earn them back.
Honestly. She had even spelled it out for him verbally during the whole Beauty and Brains fiasco. Men were truly hopeless.
"You owe me a drink now, David Truebridge," she huffed at him with a softer follow through of a pat to his cheek. "And to pay for my dry cleaning."
And no, she had not yet properly noticed nor made the connection between David and his chosen company. But yes, hello Samuel. Had your sense of fashion improved at all or did he still need pointers? She had done him a favor when vanishing what she still believed to be a very unfortunate dress shirt that fit him entirely too loosely at the shoulders. Very rude of him to still not have thanked her for that.
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Sam was mid-bite when he felt the daggers being aimed at him from behind a pair of familiar brown eyes. What?? Being in the beauty category didn't automatically mean Genny wasn't smart. He quickly finished chewing and swallowed so that he could respond, but it was too late – Genny was already dismissing him and sliding her bum down to sit next to David instead. The latter was rather peeving. "You are smart, but you're clearly in beauty," he added, with a gesture to her general face and figure.
Fortunately Genny was probably going to forget about the whole thing with this scene that was now unfolding before them, this damsel in distress that they'd pushed David here to go save. He watched the scene for another moment, not getting a good look at who this high-maintenance woman was, before sliding his own bottom down to sit next to his girlfriend. Not getting rid of him that easily. "You're not a nerd; you're the hot quidditch player." Brains was for nerds.
Genny had started on her second sandwich when Davie FELL over the damsel. Genny didn't know whether to laugh or facepalm. Even when they tried to make him look like the stereotypical knight in shining armour, he managed to mess that up. She ended up chuckling and stuffing more falafel in her mouth.
... wait, this was Sachiko?? The one that 'isn't a girl' according to him, and the one who flirted with him by stealing his glasses? Genny's eyes widened.
Sam was suddenly next to her trying to redeem himself. Nice try. He was welcome to sit next to her again, in fact, he did the right thing by not leaving her to sit there alone now that Davie moved on. "Shhh, shut up. You're two categories and I'm one. That's the point." she dismissed him AGAIN, although this time mainly to hear what the couple in front of them was saying. Genny nudged her boyfriend in his ribs to pay closer attention. "Look, it's the glasses stealing woman. What a small world..." Unless she was stalking Davie.
Sachiko continued flirting, though. This drink demand thing is not innocent. Genny grinned at that and took another bite of her sandwich. What a great idea SHE had to bring them both to sit here on the steps. She was going to take credit for whatever date Sachiko and Davie were going on. What an absolute matchmaker she was.
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Davie made certain to roll away from/stop squishing Sachiko quickly, or at least, as quickly as he could. Considering his limited athletic abilities, this scenario just continued to be an awkward sight for his roommates to see. He let out a sigh before he turned to her, still squinting, as she spoke. Hang on, she wanted a drink? He owed her a DRINK?!
"You owe me a new pair of spectacles," Davie retorted with some tone, blink-blinking at the patting on his cheek. The dry cleaning? He didn't understand why he should be held responsible for that, as it was her own choice in footwear that had let her down. On a more important note: should he be used to all this touching by now? This was certainly NOT the first time that Sachiko had invaded his personal space AND laid her hands on him (though to be perfectly honest, he hadn't r e a l l y minded it on either occasion). Davie shook his head and now PROPERLY pulled himself, and her, up, his hand lingering on her back as he made certain she had her balance before he went off to fetch the shoe. Even though he had to hold the red stiletto stupidly close to his face in order to fix it, it only took a tap of his wand for the heel to regrow like new.
There. He returned to her side with the shoe. Surely she wasn't going to make him put it on her, was she....? "Sachiko, I have your shoe......" Er, yes, he was stating the obvious. "I uh......" He glanced toward Genny and Sam as though to check if they were still there or not. Could he see them? Well, two blurs were still on the steps anyway. "I could buy you a drink now, if you're not terribly busy." Just putting it out there. They both knew that he wouldn't attempt to find her any other time, and honestly, he was looking to leave his lovely coupley friends alone for now. Genny was still in a big mood for some reason. And Sam was.... Sam. Ugh. Still existing.
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Was she aware of the two love birds (ugh GROSS) over there somewhere? Not yet. Why would she bother with couples? Especially when at least half of said couple thought he was more capable of putting together an outfit for himself than she was. Warlock, please. She was a high fashion model who worked the runways of Paris and Milan. Who was he? Hmmm?
All shade in due time. For not Samuel and the girl were hardly even in Sachiko's peripheries.
Ugh. UGH. Wasn't he supposed to have been a brain? Because he was acting daft as a flobberworm at the moment. "I told you how you could get those back and you never acted so...I owe you absolutely nothing." She still had them, for the record. She had considered them a trophy of sorts after the whole ordeal. She never waited around for someone to ask her out, but she also didn't want to feel in dept to anyone soooooooooo just in case he ever wised up and did as instructed...well...she still had them on hand.
The tiny hopefully little girl that she had buried deep inside her was quick to point out how very much like Cinderella this situation was. The whole shoe thing but she was ignoring that. And she absolutely was going to get him to slip that shoe on to her foot - give her that fairy tale fantasy, it wasn't THAT hard. She was even lifting her foot ever so slightly and gracefully twirling it at the ankle before flexing her foot, modeling from H to T, for his benefit. "And it goes on my foot." In case he needed that reminder. Hard to tell sometimes, men.
His glance was noticed and she too turned her head to look at what was more important than her porcelain skin. "Friends of yours?" she mused a bit as she took the pair in a moment...and recognized him. Ugh. She would not let him know that his mere appearance got under her skin a bit and instead offer him, and only him, a flirty little finger wiggle and wink. "He still looks like he got dressed in the dark at Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop."
And THEN David Truebridge said the wisest thing to date. "I am always terribly busy," she huffed with a flip of her long bleached blonde hair over her shoulder. "But I suppose I could make an exception for you."
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Was she aware of the two love birds (ugh GROSS) over there somewhere? Not yet. Why would she bother with couples? Especially when at least half of said couple thought he was more capable of putting together an outfit for himself than she was. Warlock, please. She was a high fashion model who worked the runways of Paris and Milan. Who was he? Hmmm?
All shade in due time. For not Samuel and the girl were hardly even in Sachiko's peripheries.
Ugh. UGH. Wasn't he supposed to have been a brain? Because he was acting daft as a flobberworm at the moment. "I told you how you could get those back and you never acted so...I owe you absolutely nothing." She still had them, for the record. She had considered them a trophy of sorts after the whole ordeal. She never waited around for someone to ask her out, but she also didn't want to feel in dept to anyone soooooooooo just in case he ever wised up and did as instructed...well...she still had them on hand.
The tiny hopefully little girl that she had buried deep inside her was quick to point out how very much like Cinderella this situation was. The whole shoe thing but she was ignoring that. And she absolutely was going to get him to slip that shoe on to her foot - give her that fairy tale fantasy, it wasn't THAT hard. She was even lifting her foot ever so slightly and gracefully twirling it at the ankle before flexing her foot, modeling from H to T, for his benefit. "And it goes on my foot." In case he needed that reminder. Hard to tell sometimes, men.
His glance was noticed and she too turned her head to look at what was more important than her porcelain skin. "Friends of yours?" she mused a bit as she took the pair in a moment...and recognized him. Ugh. She would not let him know that his mere appearance got under her skin a bit and instead offer him, and only him, a flirty little finger wiggle and wink. "He still looks like he got dressed in the dark at Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop."
And THEN David Truebridge said the wisest thing to date. "I am always terribly busy," she huffed with a flip of her long bleached blonde hair over her shoulder. "But I suppose I could make an exception for you."
"You could just give them back to me now, if you still happen to have them," David pointed out, perhaps being a bit whingy as he did so. He really needed them, though, and in this particular moment especially, as he nearly missed her holding her foot out due to his lack of proper depth perception. Thankfully he got a clue when she verbally pointed out where the shoe went.
Oh. "Right." David kneeled down since he was blind and all and gently grasped her ankle, sliding on the shoe with a small pat-pat on the heel to ensure that it was affixed properly. And now that that was done... he stood up again and sighed, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his coat.
"My flatmates..." he clarified, and he supposed he could count them as friends, so he added, "Sure." Who dressed like...wait, he'd been to that junk shop before. It DID sell clothes, he'd noticed. And there weren't many other males around, so...was she making fun of Sam? David squinted off in his direction and smirked a bit, pulling one hand out to itch his chin, and in case he needed to hide his amusement at this comment. Nah, Genny probably didn't have that great of hearing. Too many bludgers to the head, right? "Heh. Maybe he did." Yes, her comment elicited a small chuckle from him too.
He returned his attention to Sachiko as she fluffed her hair. It was nice hair, from what he could see of it. "Ah." Was this one of those opportunities for him to sound grateful for being considered an exception? But David was, after all, the kind of Ravenclaw who already thought highly of himself in most areas. He was exceptional, Sachiko, thank you for noticing.
"Well, I'm afraid I don't have my contacts in, and my glasses somehow disappeared... so if you'll lead the way..." he would be her grateful companion. Should he say goodbye to his friends? Eh. David didn't even consider doing this, though he might wave at them as they passed by.
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She rolled her eyes at his suggestion. "As if I carry around a pair of old man spectacles with me everywhere I go." And they were. He really needed assistance in finding frames that suited his face better. Maybe David Truebridge would take direction better than the pompous possum sitting over there with whoever that girl was. Bleh. Couples. So that meant that Samuel had went and got BORING too. The worst of the bunch had to be Corbin, however. Married and with children now. Disgusting.
Proof of the point, however, was in how he easily and obediently got down on his knee and took her foot to slip into her stiletto. Yes, very good. "Ew..." That was not directed at him as much as it was the situation. "You choose to be their third wheel?" Self deprecating behavior was SO unattractive. As was the thought of living with anyone for that matter, says the model who had just been married for a year or two but whatever. There was a reason, or a cornucopia, as to why that marriage had not worked out. The laugh was...interesting. But anyway. Enough about THOSE two over there and whatever.
Her dark chestnut eyes were back on David and giving him a look up and down once more. Not entirely junk shop pseudo chic but she could easily make him more presentable depending. "If you want your glasses back you're going to have to come back to my place. I've been renting a penthouse in London since the show and while I take care of a few things." Otherwise he would have to come all the way to Paris for them because she would certainly not be fetching them like some labrador or playing delivery like an owl. "And we can discuss that drink while there as well."
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She rolled her eyes at his suggestion. "As if I carry around a pair of old man spectacles with me everywhere I go." And they were. He really needed assistance in finding frames that suited his face better. Maybe David Truebridge would take direction better than the pompous possum sitting over there with whoever that girl was. Bleh. Couples. So that meant that Samuel had went and got BORING too. The worst of the bunch had to be Corbin, however. Married and with children now. Disgusting.
Proof of the point, however, was in how he easily and obediently got down on his knee and took her foot to slip into her stiletto. Yes, very good. "Ew..." That was not directed at him as much as it was the situation. "You choose to be their third wheel?" Self deprecating behavior was SO unattractive. As was the thought of living with anyone for that matter, says the model who had just been married for a year or two but whatever. There was a reason, or a cornucopia, as to why that marriage had not worked out. The laugh was...interesting. But anyway. Enough about THOSE two over there and whatever.
Her dark chestnut eyes were back on David and giving him a look up and down once more. Not entirely junk shop pseudo chic but she could easily make him more presentable depending. "If you want your glasses back you're going to have to come back to my place. I've been renting a penthouse in London since the show and while I take care of a few things." Otherwise he would have to come all the way to Paris for them because she would certainly not be fetching them like some labrador or playing delivery like an owl. "And we can discuss that drink while there as well."
Old... old man spectacles?! David was a little bit offended by this judgy assessment of his specs. "They were brand-new," he protested lamely. He nearly tacked on, and my mum helped me pick them out, but he really, really knew better than to bring her up by now. She'd said they were lovely, that they looked like a pair his father had, that they made him look distinguished, and he'd believed her. People who knew things about fashion said she knew things about fashion, so why wouldn't he trust his mummy's taste? Then again, both of his parents were nearing old-man age, so...
He tried not to pout that Sachiko might have been right about the glasses.
"It's a complicated story," he bristled. This and the ew made him mentally steel himself for what she would say next. Perhaps his initial impression of Sachiko being a tornado was incorrect; she was definitely more of a typhoon, yes. Always raining on his parade (though thus far, the parade only included specs and flatmates). But now he was being subjected to an x-ray LOOK, which just made his internal monologue kick into overdrive. As mentally strong as he thought he was, "...." was his first response to her. David was too busy squinting and thinking about this proposition to say anything. This was...a trap!!! SOMETHING. Merlin, she was bossy, wasn't she?
He let out a tiny huff through his nose after a moment spent internally arguing and considering things. "Fine then. I'll come to your place for a drink." He almost rotated his hips to trot off to tell Genny about this new development but caught himself in the nick of time, instead just awkwardly jerking one shoulder and long arm thataway, as though he were pointing at them. "Errr," he remembered that he was annoyed by Gammy, see? They'd been arguing when he'd run into them, and then flirting and it was all just... rubbish to watch.
"Yeah, let's go, then." No time for goodbyes. David tried to turn his awkward noodle arm into a wave adios for Sam and Genny, obviously unable to tell if they saw it or not at this distance. Well, he knew where they lived. It wasn't like Sachiko was kidnapping him, ha ha ha.
.....was she?
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Clearly Genny wasn't very impressed with his explanations. At least she seemed more preoccupied with watching how David dealt with the damsel in distress. Prompted by an elbow to the ribs, Sam leisurely followed Genny's gaze to see if he'd had any success with the girl. "The woman who stole his glasses? Well, that's a coincidence.."
It was then that Sam met the eyes of – yes – "Sachiko?" Really? Really?? Really. Now that she was upright and not flailing in despair, there was no mistaking that it was the fussy, 'all-knowing' snob of a witch. Leave it to her to be daft enough to wear stilettos on cobblestone. The flirty, finger-wiggling wave and wink only roused an audible scoff and eye-roll from the former lion. Unlike Miss Model here, Sam made no attempt at disguising the fact that her presence got under his own skin. She was no doubt over there rattling off all the things that were so 'wrong' about his outfit.
And yet, a sudden realization brought a change to his countenance, his expression subtly transforming from one of annoyance to one of amusement. This was the woman with whom David was getting involved? Not long ago Sam briefly attempted to imagine the kind of girl David would actually date, and now as Sam looked over at the pair, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head some. "What an interesting turn of events," he mused lightly. He leaned back and rested an arm on the step behind him as he spoke to Genny. "Well, as long as he doesn't bring her back to the flat." He crumbled up his sandwich wrapper and spun it around between his fingers.
The second sandwich was bigger than the first one? Because she was feeling full already. Genny slowly wrapped up what was left of her sandwich as Davie and the glasses-stealing girl were... arguing? flirting? What was this exactly... she couldn't hear well. She heard Sam well, though, and the way he said Sachiko's name was a bit too familiar. Eh. Genny didn't think much of it. "He can bring her over, we're always there together, and he's not complaining." She countered. Wait... were they leaving? Davie didn't even say bye!
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His glance was noticed and she too turned her head to look at what was more important than her porcelain skin. "Friends of yours?" she mused a bit as she took the pair in a moment...and recognized him. Ugh. She would not let him know that his mere appearance got under her skin a bit and instead offer him, and only him, a flirty little finger wiggle and wink. "He still looks like he got dressed in the dark at Cranville Quincey's Magical Junk Shop."
W H A T.
What?
Genny's green jealousy monster roared from within. It was her Sam, excuse you, sassy two-category having-legs-for-miles woman. Sam wasn't allowed to even see the flirty wave and wink! Genny's hand caught the side of his face and pulled him closer to give him a long kiss that wasn't so PG13. "Wanna go home?" she breathed out, smiling and feeling quite protective over her boyfriend.
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Brand new or not, they were hideous and she was likely to accidentally break them before giving them back. An excuse to go shopping afterwards at least and to play a little dress up. She had the galleons to spare and if he was going to start taking her out for drinks he was going to need to look a little more presentable. Sachiko was not one to give to charity, it had been something she had endured while with Stirling because what came after the events had always been MUCH more enjoyable, but sometimes out of the PURE goodness of her hear she did take it upon herself to aid those less fortunate than herself. He could thank her later and she could teach him how to.
As for it being complicated as to why he was opting to be the third wheel, she had her guesses. Most likely that he was secretly pining over the girl or something stupidly pseudo romantic like that. Men were like that. Especially meek ones like David Truebridge. She could fix THAT too. Though Sachiko was very VERY tickled by the reaction she provoked from the other girl with nothing more than a few feminine wiles. The girl was threatened by the model's mere presence and that was deeeeeelicious. She would even throw in an additional wink for good measure and AFTER the whole possessive snogging had happened - Sachiko was entirely unfazed.
"Mmm....you are SO much more accommodating today than you were on the show," she mused to herself as she snapped her fingers and began walking towards one of the alleyways so she could POP them over to her penthouse. "Must have been all those cameras putting your wand in a twist. Start spending more time with me and you'll handle any and all camera like a pro."
The paparazzi did tend to drink her up. He was welcome.
With one final tug and one little blown kiss towards the OTHER pairing, she disappeared with David down the alleyway and whisked them away.
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Yes, the cameras had made him fidgety and anxious. Had it been that obvious? David was admittedly only half-listening to Sachiko prattle on about this and that, as his gaze was drawn instead toward the fuzzy outline of Genny... doing something... kiss...kissing Sam?? He couldn't tell but Sachiko's reaction gave him all the clues he needed, because for some reason, she seemed to be enjoying their show. Wow. Was this performance art or...
He just turned away from his roommates to wordlessly follow Sachiko, though now the fine hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. Why did he feel like making poor decisions all of a sudden? Starting with this attempt to retrieve his glasses...
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It was the middle of the night, and Ilse was wondering through London, still dressed from the ball. Her gown and hair were still coated in soot. Her face was covered in dirt, but now there were tracks running through the mess. Her eyes were red and puffy showing signs that she’d been crying. She was a bit dazed. Actually she was a lot dazed. Looking around she suddenly realized she was lost and clearly in Muggle London. Even though it was late, there were far too many people around to use any kind of magic safely. People were already looking at her like she was crazy as they passed by...
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It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand.
It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man.
It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.
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Text Cut: Ilse
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Originally Posted by CruppieMom89
It was the middle of the night, and Ilse was wondering through London, still dressed from the ball. Her gown and hair were still coated in soot. Her face was covered in dirt, but now there were tracks running through the mess. Her eyes were red and puffy showing signs that she’d been crying. She was a bit dazed. Actually she was a lot dazed. Looking around she suddenly realized she was lost and clearly in Muggle London. Even though it was late, there were far too many people around to use any kind of magic safely. People were already looking at her like she was crazy as they passed by...
Lon had spent the evening at a bar. More specifically, at a muggle bar where he was less likely to be recognized and could drink and watch a football game in piece. Because, unlike the rest of his family, Lon enjoyed muggle London and the various things they had to offer. He was a bit tipsy, but by no means drunk and was strolling leisurely across the square on his way back to his flat. It might be the middle of winter, but it was a pretty decent night.
Considering the time of night, the only persons of interested he thought he might run into was a muggle who might be looking for trouble; nothing to worry about there, though because Lon could take care of himself. So imagine his surprise when he rounded Nelson’s column and found himself looking across the way at a very dirty looking young lady in a purple dress. Or, at least he thought it was purple. It was hard to tell under all the grime. But what he could tell, because it was radiating off her like a warning buzzer was she was completely lost. Worst yet – he knew her and therefore couldn’t just walk on by like the rest of the people who were looking at her like she was an escaped mental patient.
”Oye there Cinderella.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached. Just because he felt obligated to stop, didn’t mean he felt obligated to be charming. ”Lost your fireplace have you?”
Lon had spent the evening at a bar. More specifically, at a muggle bar where he was less likely to be recognized and could drink and watch a football game in piece. Because, unlike the rest of his family, Lon enjoyed muggle London and the various things they had to offer. He was a bit tipsy, but by no means drunk and was strolling leisurely across the square on his way back to his flat. It might be the middle of winter, but it was a pretty decent night.
Considering the time of night, the only persons of interested he thought he might run into was a muggle who might be looking for trouble; nothing to worry about there, though because Lon could take care of himself. So imagine his surprise when he rounded Nelson’s column and found himself looking across the way at a very dirty looking young lady in a purple dress. Or, at least he thought it was purple. It was hard to tell under all the grime. But what he could tell, because it was radiating off her like a warning buzzer was she was completely lost. Worst yet – he knew her and therefore couldn’t just walk on by like the rest of the people who were looking at her like she was an escaped mental patient.
”Oye there Cinderella.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached. Just because he felt obligated to stop, didn’t mean he felt obligated to be charming. ”Lost your fireplace have you?”
Suddenly there was someone standing next to her, talking to her. Someone familiar. ”What?” she asked, blinking at him a few times, her brain slow to register who it was. Finally, a spark of comprehension came across her face as she realized it was Conley’s brother. Conley - she’d just left him at the Ministry. Or had that been hours ago? She honestly had no idea. ”Lon,” she finally said in recognition. ”Sorry I... No. Not missing my fireplace.” She probably would have smiled normally, but right now she didn’t. She didn’t even want to LOOK at a fireplace right now.
”Something happened...” she began in a quiet voice so Muggles wouldn’t hear. ”At the ball... the floos just... it was like they exploded or something... I don’t know.” She looked around trying to get her bearings. Where was she? She wasn’t used to being out this late... it wasn’t really safe on her own. Sure, she had her wand, but that wasn’t going to help her much if someone crept up on her from behind and knocked her out, dragging her lifeless body away.
Shaking her head, she focused back on Lon. ”I don’t really... I can’t... Where am I?”
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It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand.
It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man.
It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.
*randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
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Originally Posted by CruppieMom89
Suddenly there was someone standing next to her, talking to her. Someone familiar. ”What?” she asked, blinking at him a few times, her brain slow to register who it was. Finally, a spark of comprehension came across her face as she realized it was Conley’s brother. Conley - she’d just left him at the Ministry. Or had that been hours ago? She honestly had no idea. ”Lon,” she finally said in recognition. ”Sorry I... No. Not missing my fireplace.” She probably would have smiled normally, but right now she didn’t. She didn’t even want to LOOK at a fireplace right now.
”Something happened...” she began in a quiet voice so Muggles wouldn’t hear. ”At the ball... the floos just... it was like they exploded or something... I don’t know.” She looked around trying to get her bearings. Where was she? She wasn’t used to being out this late... it wasn’t really safe on her own. Sure, she had her wand, but that wasn’t going to help her much if someone crept up on her from behind and knocked her out, dragging her lifeless body away.
Shaking her head, she focused back on Lon. ”I don’t really... I can’t... Where am I?”
Wow…wow…wow…
Lon held up his hands as she was a charging bull. He'd thought his comment was funny. Apparently Ilse hadn't. He wasn't sure what to do now. Especially since Ilse looked like she might cry. He didn’t like crying people. He didn’t know how to handle them or what to say or what to do…that panic that Ilse was emulating right now? Lon was trying very hard not to channel himself.
Thankfully she asked him a question he could answer. ”You’re in Trafalgar Square.” He stuffed his hands back into his jacket pockets, hunching his shoulders around his ears. There was silence for a moment when he realized that she wasn’t wearing a jacket No jacket in the middle of January - in fancy dirty dress. He sighed hearing his mother’s voice in his head and started peeling the jacket off. ”Here,” he said taking it off and shaking it at her. ”Common, I’ll walk you home.” Because h knew neither of them apparated.
Lon held up his hands as she was a charging bull. He'd thought his comment was funny. Apparently Ilse hadn't. He wasn't sure what to do now. Especially since Ilse looked like she might cry. He didn’t like crying people. He didn’t know how to handle them or what to say or what to do…that panic that Ilse was emulating right now? Lon was trying very hard not to channel himself.
Thankfully she asked him a question he could answer. ”You’re in Trafalgar Square.” He stuffed his hands back into his jacket pockets, hunching his shoulders around his ears. There was silence for a moment when he realized that she wasn’t wearing a jacket No jacket in the middle of January - in fancy dirty dress. He sighed hearing his mother’s voice in his head and started peeling the jacket off. ”Here,” he said taking it off and shaking it at her. ”Common, I’ll walk you home.” Because h knew neither of them apparated.
”Trafalgar Square?” she repeated, looking around as she began to recognize her surroundings. She hadn’t noticed Lon taking off his jacket, so when she felt it draping over her shoulders, she was a little surprised. She opened her mouth to protest, she was going to get the jacket all dirty, but if she was telling the truth she didn’t really want to take it back off; it was warm. ”Thanks!” she said, now smiling at him softly. She slipped her arms in and pulled it around herself. It smelled like cedar and... broom polish?
When he offered to walk her home, she wasn’t really sure what to say. Normally she would have turned him down, but the anxiety of being out alone this late overpowered her anxiety of... just men in general. ”Are you sure? We’re... kind of far away?” she asked.
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It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand.
It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man.
It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.
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He shrugged off her thanks as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. As a man with a history of health issues, it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to have handed over his coat in the middle of January, but eh – at least it wasn’t raining. He could always cast a warming charm if he really needed to. Still, at her smile, he slowly returned it.
Far away? Honestly? The woman didn’t apparate and she worked in the Ministry. How did she get to work every day then? The Tube? For some reason he found that amusing. ”Where do you live?” he asked turning slowly wondering what was the best place to head off to. Perhaps Piccadilly Square. There was a tube entrance and he was pretty sure he had enough money for them both.
He shrugged off her thanks as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. As a man with a history of health issues, it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to have handed over his coat in the middle of January, but eh – at least it wasn’t raining. He could always cast a warming charm if he really needed to. Still, at her smile, he slowly returned it.
Far away? Honestly? The woman didn’t apparate and she worked in the Ministry. How did she get to work every day then? The Tube? For some reason he found that amusing. ”Where do you live?” he asked turning slowly wondering what was the best place to head off to. Perhaps Piccadilly Square. There was a tube entrance and he was pretty sure he had enough money for them both.
Ilse bit her lip a bit when he asked where she lived, fearing he would be mad that he had agreed to be so chivalrous. ”My flat’s on the far side of Greenwich,” she answered, still giving him the same anxious expression. Then deciding she couldn’t bare to be a burden, she started to take his jacket off. ”Actually, I’m fine, ya know. I’m okay. No need to make all this fuss. That’s just... that’s silly. I don’t want to be any trouble,” she said in voice that said she was clearly anything but fine.
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It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand.
It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man.
It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.
*randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Text Cut: Ilse
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Originally Posted by CruppieMom89
Ilse bit her lip a bit when he asked where she lived, fearing he would be mad that he had agreed to be so chivalrous. ”My flat’s on the far side of Greenwich,” she answered, still giving him the same anxious expression. Then deciding she couldn’t bare to be a burden, she started to take his jacket off. ”Actually, I’m fine, ya know. I’m okay. No need to make all this fuss. That’s just... that’s silly. I don’t want to be any trouble,” she said in voice that said she was clearly anything but fine.
”Greenwich?!” he exclaimed. How the hel- he shook his head. At this time of night it would be harder then a fire crab’s backside to find transportation there. Seriously! How did this woman get to work every day without apprating? And she was going to go without a jacket? He put hand on her shoulder, stopping her. ”No, it’s cold. Keep it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose the same way Conley did when he was stressed. ”Never mind…we’ll go to my place.” He threw his hands up, sighed loudly, and then started off across the square.
He paused a feet away and looked back at her. ”Well- are you coming?”
”Greenwich?!” he exclaimed. How the hel- he shook his head. At this time of night it would be harder then a fire crab’s backside to find transportation there. Seriously! How did this woman get to work every day without apprating? And she was going to go without a jacket? He put hand on her shoulder, stopping her. ”No, it’s cold. Keep it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose the same way Conley did when he was stressed. ”Never mind…we’ll go to my place.” He threw his hands up, sighed loudly, and then started off across the square.
He paused a feet away and looked back at her. ”Well- are you coming?”
She winced a bit when he got loud, for the first time smelling a bit of alcohol on his breath. But then she was confused when he stopped her from taking off the jacket. Was he mad or not mad? Were they or weren’t they going to her flat? He was so hard to read, and it made her stomach knot up, but then he did that thing that Conley did - pinched his nose. It lessened her anxiety just a bit.
When she sighed and said they’d go to his house, she was stunned. What was she supposed to say to that? She couldn’t go HOME with a MAN all ALONE. She’d never in her life been alone with a man somewhere that wasn’t public. But neither did she want to be left alone in the middle of London looking like a fairy godmother reject in the middle of the night, and Lon was walking away. When spoke back to her, she suddenly jumped to action, lifted her dress up and hurried after him, grabbing his arm impulsively so he wouldn’t leave her behind.
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It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand.
It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man.
It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.
*randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
It was bad enough he was stuck escorting her home. Correction – back to his flat in Chinatown. Did she really have to hold onto him while they walked? But he didn’t say anything as they crossed the square. She was already upset enough and he wasn’t sure if saying something else would upset her even more. Again – he didn’t like it when people cried.
They walked in silence for a few minutes. ”I live in Chinatown. It’s not far.” He didn’t mention that it was a 3 floor walkup. He had planned on making a late-night frozen pizza to soak up some of the beer he had been drinking at the pub. ”Did you eat?” He wasn’t very good at small talk.
It was bad enough he was stuck escorting her home. Correction – back to his flat in Chinatown. Did she really have to hold onto him while they walked? But he didn’t say anything as they crossed the square. She was already upset enough and he wasn’t sure if saying something else would upset her even more. Again – he didn’t like it when people cried.
They walked in silence for a few minutes. ”I live in Chinatown. It’s not far.” He didn’t mention that it was a 3 floor walkup. He had planned on making a late-night frozen pizza to soak up some of the beer he had been drinking at the pub. ”Did you eat?” He wasn’t very good at small talk.
After a few minutes of walking, Ilse realized she was holding onto him and quickly dropped her hand, feeling her face turn red. ”Sorry I didn’t realize I was...” Yep, as usual she couldn’t finish a sentence. When he explained he lived in Chinatown, she just nodded her head. Merlin, they were going to think she was mental, walking through Chinatown in a formal gown. Her attention came back to Lon when he asked if she’d eaten. She thought for a moment, trying to remember the last time she’d eaten and realized it hadn’t been since breakfast, but she didn’t want to be an even bigger burden, so she lied. ”Yes, thanks.”
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It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand.
It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man.
It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.
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