Grady 'not just a Da' Bell (buachailloeirne) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-09-12 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! . placeholder, ! [1979-09] september, grady bell, mary macdonald |
Who: Grady Bell & Mary MacDonald
When: Friday afternoon, 12 September
Where: St. Mungo's, elsewhere
What: a catch-up luncheon between old mates
Rating: PG?
Status: placeholder/underway
"Jus' throw it on me desk, Worth," Grady instructed his fellow employee, snatching up a handful of pictures to make room for the latest assignment. "Taking a fair lady t' lunch." Leaving the lad to concoct whatever fantasy might come to his young mind -- and knowing full well most of the staff knew just how committed he was to his marriage, despite what tale the boy could create -- he patted 'Worth' on the shoulder and slipped quickly out of the Prophet offices.
It felt odd to be back in the building on a regular basis, considering he had begged the bosses not two months ago to work from home, but having Meg in the house at all ours was driving him mad. If Katie wasn't crying then his dearly beloved wife was dropping not-so-subtle hints at how much she missed the Dublin zoo. 'How am I supposed t' do anything t' save th' world stuck in this bloody prison, Grady Bell!? Jus' because you're afraid o' some mangy puppies doesn' mean you can hide in fear forever.' No, it was definitely better to risk 'Mudblood' ridicule out on the streets and in the office than stay in the same room with Meghan O'Kinnely Bell.
Maybe he would buy her a dog.
Resisting the urge to poke his head inside Gambol & Japes, the tall Irishman skirted around a group of witches and continued down the path, slowing to a halt before the Apparation limits near Gringotts. The trip was delayed a moment as he fumbled for his wand, fearful he had left it foolishly on his desk (Padraig knew he had done it enough times before), but, thankfully, continued shortly thereafter when he felt the slender piece of wood poking him from the back pocket of his trousers. Focusing solely on the street corner just outside St. Mungo's, he gave the count of one, two, three, and, with a twist of his wand, spun around to find himself staring at what appeared to be an old, run-down storefront in London. Of course, most magical folk knew better; at least those who ever had to be admitted or just frequently came to visit their superior Healer sisters. Before they were sent off to Azkaban on suspicious charges of Death Eater activity when their blood wasn't even pure enough for You-Know-Who's army!
Grady rubbed a hand over his face as he stepped up to the visitor's entrance of the magical hospital. Now was not the time to be thinking about Sinead, nor the fact he had yet to tell the folks about why she had been so quiet lately. Like it or not, he was here to take Mary MacDonald out for a lighthearted meal. True, she had told him to 'stay away' during their conversation the other day, but once Grady's mind was set to something, he wasn't about to back down, especially not where the happiness of a fellow Hufflepuff was concerned. He felt a little guilty about purposely putting off a reply in favor of saying 'Sorry, never read it; had to go check on the babby!', but it was a small pain to live with so long as he had an excuse to visit his old friend in person.
It didn't take long to find the girl, considering he knew exactly where her station was located from several spur-of-the-moment visits to his sister in recent years. Cocking a typical Grady Bell grin, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and idled up to the counter, stopping just before Mary. "Difficult t' give you a hug from way on the other side o' this block o' wood."