Pippa Montgomery will be the apple of your eye. (modishly) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-06-27 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, character: pippa montgomery, retired: dedalus diggle, time: 1998-06 |
WHO: Pippa Montgomery and Dedalus Diggle
WHAT: Sitting and talking after a long day
WHEN: Early evening, 28 June 1998
WHERE: A park
RATING: PG
STATUS: Incomplete//Closed
Pippa Montgomery had, when all things were put aside, thoroughly enjoyed her day with Dedalus. She'd gotten up a lot earlier than she was used to for summer break, but he took the day off from work. She couldn't grumble about the time he set. Besides, she really needed out of the house and away from everything. She didn't even bring her journal with her. She didn't want to be connected; she didn't want to see anyone else mention Professor Burbage and how much she would be missed. So, uncharacteristically, Pippa Montgomery was up and ready to go by 7:45. She'd arrived to the Leaky early, but she didn't have to wait long. Her friend was punctual. They'd enjoyed the breakfast, and, true to his word, several bookstores and comic shops. She did not allow him to buy her everything; she even insisted that she got to pay for lunch.
Their afternoon was slower paced but just as distracting: lunch then the cinema. Pippa could only bring herself to sit through one film. Even with the action on the screen, she found her mind wandering back to things she was trying to ignore. It was dark, and there were moments in the film that were slow enough for Pippa's mind to begin to wander. She had to fight the tears. When Dedalus asked about a second film, Pippa silently shook her head. She couldn't just sit and stare at something any longer, so she suggested they walk. They weren't far from a park, and, without saying much, Pippa turned them in the direction of the green. She felt like she should say something, but her thoughts were racing. It was like she'd told Ernie Macmillan: she didn't know where to start. She didn't know what was making her so sad; she didn't know if it was the father she never knew, the loss of a teacher she really liked, or the guilt she was feeling because she kept forgetting about the man who became her dad.
After walking down a shaded path, Pippa suddenly stopped and plopped down on a bench just off the path. She pulled her feet onto the seat and rested her chin there. Absently, she picked at the threads of her trainers. "Thank you for today, Dedalus," she finally spoke, her words soft to her ears. She glanced at him without lifting her head, a sad smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She loved her stepfather. He was a good man, but she couldn't help but think about what her dad was like. Like Ded, she thought to herself. She returned her gaze to her shoes as a tear trailed down her cheek. "Patrick is a good man," she whispered. "He loves my mum, and my sister and me. He's brilliant with Trick." She snapped a thread on her shoe with more ire than she knew she was feeling. Pippa bit her lower lip and tried to breathe normally. "I thought I got over this. When Mum and Pat got married. I thought I was done wondering who he was and what he was like. I thought I was done missing him." She laughed bitterly. "I thought it was a kid thing. Missing something you didn't know." Another tear slid down her cheek, and she brushed at it angrily. "I'm sorry," she whispered.