Emmeline "miscellaneous graph things" Vance (vancey) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-02-29 19:55:00 |
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The green jello was look alright, Emmeline thought. It was a little on the soggy side but it was decent try at cooking without magic. She’d gotten the takeaway just after she got home from work so everything else was taken care of. It was nearly half past six. Emmeline had tidied up the flat with a simple flick of her wand but was still worried. None of her friends from Hogwarts, aside from Aubrey, had seen where she was currently living and Emmeline was a little concerned that instead of seeing how well she was doing on her own, they’d pity her for how far she’d fallen. Shrugging and picking up a reluctant Horatio from her bed, she headed to her living room and sank down on the couch. It doesn’t matter now, Emmeline thought, everything’s not how it was. He was leaving a little early, he definitely deserved it, but his boss was rather strict about working hours… a little too so in Jarvis’ opinion. Nevertheless, he was leaving. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he dug out the piece of paper with Emm’s address, wondering what would be the closest cross street. After figuring out the general area, Jarvis quickly apparated, turning around rapidly and feeling the tug behind his navel. Opening his eyes a moment later, he looked up and saw the door to her flat, a feeling of contentment rushing through him. He stepped forward and brought his fist to the door, knocking once, then twice. The knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts and Emmeline stood up without thinking, therefore having Horatio hiss at her in disapproval. Shooting her cat an exasperated look, she headed to answer the door. “Hullo!” Emm greeted cheerfully, glad that Jarvis found his way to Camden without any trouble. She opened the door and let him walk through before closing it again. “Alright day at work?” she asked conversationally, leading Jarvis up the flight of steps and into her living room. He barely had to wait any time at all before he saw the door being opened in front of him, Emm standing there, a huge smile on her face. "Hi," he said, grinning, walking through the space she left for him. He adjusted his bag, the shoulder strap digging into his skin from the weight of his books. "It was alright if you think alright is a synonym for dreadful," he chuckled darkly, following Emm as they climbed the stairs. "How about you?" he asked, conversationally, taking his first few looks around her living room. It was nice, much cosier than his own, bare flat. She smirked at Jarvis’ roundabout way of saying that his day was horrible. It seemed that most employers underestimated newly graduated prospects. “The usual,” Emm shrugged, “I finished organising two more shelves. It was such a thrilling day.” She gestured for him to take a seat on the couch before plopping down unceremoniously herself. Emmeline looked at Jarvis closely and noted that he was a little fatigued. She wasn’t exactly the most maternal person but Emm couldn’t help but feel a tinge worried. “You have been taking care of yourself, right?” There was an ease when he was around Emmeline that was rather infectious. At work he was constantly worrying about his reputation and what his boss thought of him, but around Emm he could relax and finally loosen his tie. Metaphorically of course, he didn't actually wear ties. "Sounds positively riveting. We should switch, it would be exquisite," he said, the sarcasm practically dripping from his lips. Moving to the couch, he let himself fall onto it, extending his legs. He snorted at her question. "Of course," he said, rolling his eyes, "I get enough sleep and it's not like you really need three meals a day," he said, obviously fine with remaining in his ignorance. It was bliss, after all! “Fair enough,” Emm shrugged, and sank back into the threadbare couch. She understood that coffee was an entire food group once one started working and it counted as breakfast sometimes. Her cat happened to walk by that same moment and Emmeline scooped her up again, much to Horatio’s dismay. Patting the surly-looking feline, Emm fell into comfortable silence. It was nice having her friends around, it felt almost as if nothing’s changed. Or rather, everything else had except them. “D’you want dinner now?” she asked after a while, ignoring how her cat’s ears pricked up at the mention of food. "Indeed," he mused, sighing heavily. He looked around the room, noticing a few spots that seemed cleaner than others. He chuckled, thinking that Emm had probably wanted to tidy up, which was amusing since he really didn't care. He stared back at her as she picked up her cat, who was quite heavy in his opinion thank you very much, and shrugged at the question. "Sure, is it ready? I mean, you did the Muggle thing didn't you? That take-food-out process that seems highly.... Muggle." he said, snorting lightly, dropping his bag onto the floor next to him. Shooing Horatio away, since the cat tried the whole sit-on-Emmeline-until-she-gives-you-food tactic, Emm made her way to the cramped kitchen. “Yeah, it’s ready,” she called, taking out plates and cutleries. Emmeline didn’t exactly know how to use those Muggle chopsticks that came with the food; setting the things down on the small dining table, she waited for Jarvis to make his way to the kitchen. She had some questions about the recent events but Emm was patient enough to ply him with food first so he’ll be more obliging to answering her. "Oh, excellent," he said quietly, pushing himself off of the couch, walking into the kitchen behind her. He was actually pretty starving, positive that he would turn into a skeleton if he didn't eat soon. Thankfully, however, Emm was his saviour. Once again. "This smells good," he said, walking up and leaning against the counter. "Will I have to pay you back for this?" he asked, reaching over and grabbing a piece of chicken, popping it into his mouth. "Mm, this is good. Maybe muggles aren't completely horrible.... no wait, I'm only kidding," he said, chuckling lightly. “Yeah, payback,” Emm rolled her eyes, “Speaking of which, I still haven’t forgiven you about The Remus Thing.” She could hear the capitals in her words. She wouldn’t usually make such a big deal out of it but she was working with Remus in the Order, a fact which Jarvis didn’t know so that aspect could be easily forgiven at least. “Cat food, for a month,” Emm declared imperiously, stabbing at her food. She was very much trying to control her urge to turn red in the face. “Anyway”, she said, in a bid to change the subject, “Anything interesting pop up at work? That fire at the Nettles’, what happened there?” Emmeline tried to keep her voice as conversational and nonchalant as possible. Jarvis snorted, turning his head to look at her. He hoped she wasn't too peeved by his actions, but really, it had been so comical and therefore he had to do it. Remus appreciated it, and besides, it wasn't like he wasn't She gave him a mock-petulant glare before smirking; Emm couldn’t really stay pissed off too long about the matter. People would read too much into it, if she did, and the last thing she needed now was added drama and angst about relationships. Emm sincerely hoped that Remus wasn’t too bothered about it; otherwise she’d have to actually try and talk to him about it, which would inevitably resort into an awkward meeting. “Yeah…” Emm trailed off, trying to link something, anything together. “The post office,” she said, suddenly, “Does it have one of those signs?” A lot of people got pissed off at Jarvis because of his rather contemptuous attitude, but his close friends knew that it was really just his defensive. It was his exterior, and his interior was really like a warm fireplace. Nice and cuddly. Well, maybe not the cuddly part, but still. "I'm sure it had a sign, I mean, I don't know, I haven't been to that part of Diagon recently," he said, leaning further against the counter, resting all of his weight upon his elbow. "What about you? What have you been doing lately?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. “Hm,” Emmeline said, pausing and considering this information, “Right, well, maybe that is worth looking into. Is the Prophet going to do a story about it?” She resumed eating again to fill the pause in conversation. It wasn’t exactly the best topic over dinner. Emm glanced up when he asked what she’d been doing. “Nothing much,” she shrugged, “Work, home, work, that sort of thing.” She didn’t need to include Order patrols in the schedule. “Augustus Rookwood wrote in my journal the other day,” Emm added, “He said something about a possible intake for Unspeakable training, which is reassuring.” |