iona cornfoot is your resident cougar (saviezvous) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-12-31 21:52:00 |
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rp narrative - iona and ralph
Who: Iona Cornfoot and NPC!Ralph Thomas
When: Backdated to early afternoon of Wednesday, 30 December, 1979
Where: Reception area of St. Mungo's
What: Iona has the misfortune of running into someone so very unwelcome in her life
Rating: PG
It was just too much to expect that people would behave reasonably during the holiday season. Of course, there was a lack of common sense in most people who preferred getting pissed out of their minds and decide to play around with things they shouldn’t be playing around with. And then you ended up with something shoved up an orifice, which was just unpleasant for both patient and Healer. A lunch break was completely welcomed at this point. With a thermos in hand that had held tea to keep her running for the first half of her shift, Iona stepped out of her ward to head out for lunch. It was either a toss-up between grabbing something from Diagon Alley or heading straight home to finish off the leftover dinner. But with her ward being on the ground floor and only a doorway away from the reception area, she didn’t have time to contemplate lunch as she stepped through and first spotted the face that was actually the last face she ever wanted to see. Especially now. Just her luck too that he had spotted her also. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t been too far away from the door. “Ralph.” The smile she had been directing at a Medi-witch before leaving had wiped off entirely. Needless to say, she was void of any expression that if Charity was to see her now, she’d say that it rivaled greatly with Doc Dearborn’s emotionless appearance. Meanwhile, on the inside, her heart couldn’t stop pounding and she very much was torn between lamentation and annoyance. “Iona. Hey… I… wow. It’s, uh, it’s good to see you.” He had a smile on that was mixed with apprehension, unclear of how she’d react. Frankly, she didn’t know how to react yet either. “How are you?” How am I? My heart is being ripped through my body right now, you bloody-- “Good.” She kept up her stony appearance, nodding stiffly. “Yourself?” She almost wanted to know why he was here. Who was here with? The woman that made him realize he didn’t love her, perhaps? “I’m okay. I’m all right.” He gave a brisk nod, noticing this wasn’t going getting anywhere. Good, maybe he’d leave as soon as he appeared. “I was… um. How are things, really? Is there… anything new going on?” And then, his eyes flickered from her face to her hands that were both clutching her thermos against her chest as if it was some sort of invisible shield. The lack of any sort of ring on her finger probably gave him her answer. Just like that, Iona figured out how to react. “No. Nothing at all. I have to go. Excuse me.” With an annoyed frown, she moved around him and started heading for the way out. As she passed, she heard him go “Iona, wait” but didn’t stop walking. There was nothing he could say to make anything better, and she definitely didn’t want to stand around for his best attempt either. Their engagement had been broken. Because of how he had felt. He had lost every right in knowing how she was doing. Home for lunch, it was, she thought as she closed her eyes, forced herself to take a deep breath and then apparated. |