Parvati Patil (chicniche) wrote in cuaditchic, @ 2020-06-13 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, -player: maxi, c: malcolm preece, x-c: parvati patil, x-player: amber |
13 June 2020 - Parvati Patil & Malcolm Preece
Parvati had left rather quickly the night before leaving behind her purse in the back office - not wanting to stay and linger. Despite being off that Saturday she went into the Squealing Snitch. She knew she needed to inform of her week-long emergency vacation in person. She had already managed to get her shifts covered and the next party wasn’t for another two weeks If now wasn’t the time to take a break she didn’t know what was. After extensively discussing with Lavender the undefinable emotions she had all evening. Going into uncomfortable detail about the vivid and intimate dream that shocked her awake that morning. Parvati was still leaning in the monkey’s corner of opinion. Even if the logical part of her brain was screaming in mercy for some attention --- the heart wants what he heart wants. URLK! NO! That was not an option. She was relieved to see that Malcolm wasn’t in the back office when she entered and made for her party planning desk where her purse was. She took in a breath for courage as she was going to run through the prepared speech she was going to dump on him the first moment she got. Course, the universe was a cruel little shit sometimes, Malcolm entered causing her to jump slightly and whatever speech she had planned fluttered out of her head. “Hey!” she said awkwardly as she busied herself with digging through her bag for nothing in particular. “How are you?” Startled to see her there, it seemed early, was it early? He looked up and realized it was a good three hours later than he thought it was. “Doing alright?” He asked. In a strange turn around he wasn’t watching any of the matches currently playing in the pub. He didn’t answer her question though. "Mmm," Parvati answered with a tilt and shake of her head still digging around for nothing in her bag. She had been drinking since 9-something-AM and well… despite the tea and sober-up potion used before arriving she was a little looser than she would have liked for the conversation she knew she needed to have. "So, Im taking an… emergency leave. Next week as in starting tomorrow," she announced. "I need to … clear my head a bit. And I've got all my shifts covered. The schedule should be updated. The party in a few weeks is taken care of and… anything else not yet thought of - the client has my cell. So… you've been informed." “You’re not going to the wine gala?” Malcolm blinked in surprise. “The Quidditch wine gala, you’re going to skip it?” They weren’t working it, but his mind had been on it all morning. “Oh right…” Parvati had completely forgotten. “I .... probably not. My head’s been--” she paused suddenly at the sound of a familiar Tessa Barbary beat creeping into the room. She immediately stiffened at the consideration that Malcolm was going to sing to her again. But… instead… “I can't focus on what needs to get done,” she sang aloud as she placed her bag on the desk and performed note hits similar to the acoustic version. Her expression just as surprised as his, “I'm on notice hoping that you don't run.” She approached him with the lyric, “You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed, cause I'm a stalker I seen all of your posts.” her eyes widened and she shook her head to interject, “Oh my god. That’s not true -” “Wha-” he barely got out. ”and I'm just trying to play it cool now but that's not what I want to do now Her body pushed through her resistance of it and she continued as though possessed by a musical performance monster. Unlike the performances, she had witnessed others do unbeknownst to themselves. This one… was not as fluid. Though there were moments as she circled him and moved about the room that it felt natural and completely honest. ”you make it difficult to not overthink, and when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink As the chorus approached Parvati fought the urge to keep singing, because she knew the lyrics that were coming next. She hated herself for it - and the uncomfortableness of it was shown on her face despite the almost choreographed hand-move dancing and shoulder bouncing she did while seated on her desk. “What are yo-” Again he was cut off from speaking. but I could be your crush like throw you for a rush like She kicked her legs over the desk in true musical theater fashion and seated herself in the chair. She grabbed the calendar and pointed at the notes and dates as she continued. “Damn, when did-” He couldn’t seem to form words between her dancing and singing. I fill my calendar with stuff I can do, maybe if I'm busy it could keep me from you She then moved to the collection of quidditch memorabilia they had on shelves as she sang. and I'm pretending you ain't been on my mind, but I took an interest in the things that you like She picked up a quaffle and tossed in the air awkwardly - missing it and shrugging as she continued with a twirl. “Hey!” He let out scrambling to get the quaffle from the ground before turning to look at her again with his mouth hanging open. and I'm just trying to play it cool now but that's not what I want to do now “I’m so sorry,” she managed to get out before the Chorus came out again and she did the same choreographed hand-move dance along with a few choice shoulder bounces to the music only she could hear in her head. and yeah it's true that I'm a little bit intense right By the time she got to the final chorus, Parvati moved back to grab her bag and moved toward the door. “Are you leaving?” He spoke over her. but I could be your crush like throw you for a rush like The final whisper of “Sorry,” happened with an honesty that seemed to release her from the performance monster that took over her body. She leaned into the door frame, her hand came to her forehead to cover her eyes in complete and utter embarrassment. Standing with one foot in front of the other one hand raised up almost as though he was going to reach out to her he ended up scratching the back of his neck with it instead. “Uh.” He tried to say. “I.” What did he say to that? “Is this why you were looking at me weird yesterday?” Smooth Malcolm, smooth. “You sing pretty.” He added quickly. Her eyes still covered and whishing she could disappear Parvati let out an abrupt and embarrassing chuckle at his compliment. She then went into classic Parvati panic ramble - eyes still covered. Not having the strength to look him in the eye. “I’m so sorry, I don’t …. There was apparently was a spell mishap that makes people see invisible musical numbers- and it’s been happening all week. And then that monkey at the bar made some accusations that seemed silly but then you sang a song I don’t know - but it was really sad and about how you regret making some decision and you tried to justify it by pushing people away and being jaded or something. I…. urgh,” she dramatically flung her arms to her side and slouched a bit. Finally looking him in the eye with a desperate exhaustion, “I’m so confused right now and I just… I need a break-- that’s all… I’m sorry. That was really unprofessional and I don’t know why I sang that to you and I just….. Oh, Merlin - Don’t hate me.” “Woah!” He let out when she finished. “I don’t hate you.” He managed to get that part right at least. “You’re, you’re special.” Was that a good word? “And uh. What do you mean I sang?” He didn’t like that some of his inner struggle was out there. “But, uh, yeah, take whatever time you need.” He clearly looked like he wanted to say something else but she couldn’t see it with her eyes covered and he didn’t know what to say. “Thank you,” she nodded eyes diverted to the ground. She inherently went to hug him as that was usually what she’d do being Parvati Patil - but she stopped herself. The tremble of embarrassment still lingering under her skin. “Erm… maybe pretend this never happened?” she offered a wave of her hand about the room as she looked at him again. “We can go back to normal when I get back?” the last bit was meant as a statement but came out more of a question. “So, you don’t,” he waved a hand between them. “I mean, if you want.” He wasn’t even sure what he was getting at. “I don’t-” He was about to say he’d never got it but he stopped. “If you want.” “I don’t-- know what I want,” she admitted. “But thanks… for… this,” she said and immediately regretted it. Not sure what that meant - but there it was. “Okay -- bye.” She stepped out of the door frame to leave. Taking in a full breath since she stopped singing. “Wha-” He started. “You’re leaving?” He asked. “Uh. Have a good holiday?” Malcolm was stuck right where he was standing unsure what he was supposed to do. “Thanks!” Parvati yelled down the hall as she quickly moved toward the exit. Not making eye contract with any of the other staff members as she fled. 🎼 8 June - 14 June - SIX CHARACTERS wake up this morning, and everything is well, kind of musical. For the next week, you'll be seeing musical numbers. The emotions of people played out in songs. You are the only four that can see it. What you do with it is up to you. *Players; please comment with songs your character might be caught 'singing!!!' |