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Tweak says, "Let's not and say we did"

Tracey Jane Davis (disadorable) wrote in tinworth,
@ 2009-12-06 02:17:00

Characters: Tracey Davis & Terence Higgs
Locale: Diagon Alley
Date: 6 December
Warnings? TBD. Language, certainly.

Tracey had enough contact with Muggles to know that some of them grew painfully depressed around Christmastime - which was just one more thing she didn't understand about Muggles - but was fairly certain that the epidemic was a modern one, thereby not in the least excusing Atwell's moaning and rattling about all hours of the bloody day. Only when he'd launched in to his fourth monologue regarding the very foul time he had had at W.S. Gilbert's Christmas party - which was probably a lie to begin with, let alone poorly told - did Tracey decide she'd had quite enough, and bundled into coat, hat, and gloves to brave the world of errands once more for the weekend.

Despite the December chill, there were wizards and witches aplenty hawking and purchasing wares on the street, stalls and carts tempting with magical gadgets, sweets, and recreations both very well done and poorly mimicked of the pricier items in various storefronts. Tracey found shopping on the street to be rather more of an experience than any she might have under the watchful eye of a Diagon shopkeeper, for all it might be much warmer behind the glass than without.

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terence_higgs
2009-12-06 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Terence was out on errands of his own when a familiar flash of ginger caught his eye. He turned to find Tracey Davis browsing the wares at a booth nearby. His last encounter with Davis hadn't exactly ended well. His security detail had filled him in on the missing details, which had been something of a novelty since the dour Hitwizards generally avoided conversation. Apparently they'd found it amusing that he'd responded to her kiss by passing out cold.

Maybe Davis had found the episode amusing as well. One could only hope. Terence strolled over and greeted her with an abbreviated bow and his most charming smile.

"Miss Davis. Shopping for yourself or for Christmas gifts?"

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disadorable
2009-12-06 07:20 pm UTC (link)

For a moment Tracey's indignation - which had grown steadily more potent in the days following her evening out with Terence, as opposed to less, and only just recently subsided a little - was clear on her features, but she looked quickly away with an expression of more standard fare: careless smirk.

"Both," she said shortly, plucking at a pair of sleek gloves that promised to heat the witch or wizards hands from fingertips to wrist.

"And you?"

She'd thought of making some wise comment about gifts for his escort - who had seemed almost charming after Terence's display, carting him off and bidding her find a better drinking companion - but jokes at his expense didn't seem just then the remedy to feeling a fool herself.

	disadorable 2009-12-07 01:20 am UTC (link)
	"I don't know..." Lifting a pair of bangled earrings that resembled quite eerily the sequins on her youngest students' dance costumes, Tracey held them out on either side of Terence's face at his ears, gloved fingers brushing his cheeks. "Not your color?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	terence_higgs 2009-12-07 01:40 am UTC (link)
	It was a given that Davis would question his masculinity at least once at their every meeting. Terence stood still, patiently enduring being used as an over-sized mannequin, but his wand was in his hand in an instant. "Oh, lovely. I rather think this one suits you..." He levitated a tiara to perch on top of her hat at a rakish angle. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	terence_higgs 2009-12-07 02:55 am UTC (link)
	Her brief comment about her parents' Christmas plans spoke volumes, but whatever sympathy Terence might have felt vanished at Davis' next words. If her intent had been to distract him, she'd done so beautifully. "Oh, you wouldn't! That stupid bloody raffle--" He cut off the tirade with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	disadorable 2009-12-07 03:00 am UTC (link)
	"Wouldn't I?" Tracey dared, though just as quickly dropped the pretense all together. "You'd have to stay sober right through next Christmas to remain upright, I imagine." Well, very nearly. (Reply to this) (Parent)