nic_mac (nic_mac) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-02-03 05:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 02, character: ben goldstein, dead character: nicolette macmillan |
RP: Nicky and Ben
Who: Nicky Macmillain, Ben Goldstein
Where: Leaky Cauldron
When: February 3, 2025
Rating/Warnings: Swearing, but not much more
Summary: Nicky decides it's time to leave France
"Pierre, the answer is no," she said for the third time that morning as the bloke attempted to feel her up. Slapping his hand away again, Nicky stood up from her desk, a twelve-inch hourglass in her hands. It was early in the morning at the Ministry and she was having insomnia, so she headed into work early. Upon her arrival there was one other Unspeakable, Pierre and he had spent the last four months trying to get into her pants.
"There iz no one here, Nicolette. We flirt all zee time. Perhaps, we can do more. Will be nice, yes?" He approached her from behind, sliding his arms around her waist as he leaned down to place a kiss on her neck. When Nicky felt his hands on her, she lost her grip on the hourglass and it smashed to the floor of the ministry floor.
"Bloody hell! Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins!" The sand and glass were all over the floor; it had taken her nearly a month to replace the last Decade Turner she had been developing for last year. Renard was going to have my neck, she thought with some disgust. I need a fucking cigarette. There were protections against smoking inside the Department. Knowing that she'd have to go outside to have one and the fact that once she left, Pierre would run off to the nearest senior Unspeakable, Nicky crossed over to her desk.
She wrote two words on a piece of parchment before signing her name to the bottom. "Look here, you scullion, give that to Renard when you see him." She tossed the note to the Frenchman while sticking one of her Marlboros into her mouth and grabbing her bag. As Nicky stormed out of the Paris headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, she thought about her life there and was grateful she wrote the note she just did. Ever since her break up two months ago, Paris had been irritating and depressing; it was time for a something more cheerful.
Wonder what Ben is up to... Nicky was about to light up before changing her mind and heading back inside the headquarters. She turned left instead of right and walked into the Department of Transportation.
"Portkey going to London soon?"
The clerk looked up at her and shook his head. In French, she was told the next one wasn't for three more hours, but one left ten minutes ago. Nicky looked at the hourglass on her wrist that looked like a normal watch. "Where was the one that left ten minutes ago located?"
*~*~*~*~*
Nicky had gone back her tiny studio flat and collected her things quickly. Hamlet took a bit longer to take care of since he was larger than her and she had to sedate him before traveling. Once all her belongings were packed into three trunks, she shrunk those down to size and put them into her shoulder bag. The dog, inside his carrying case, went unto a dolly while Chuck was sent off to her dad's with a note, saying she was coming in for a visit.
Of course, she arrived at her father's place before the owl, but no one was home. She stowed her things in the room that had been hers while growing up, leaving the large Great Dane sleeping inside the crate. Since she decided to come to England to see her Benny, Nicky apparated to Diagon Alley.
Sticking her fourth cigarette of the morning in her mouth, she inhaled the smoke with a small sigh of pleasure. Nicky walked down the street toward the pub where her friend should have been working. By the time she reached the Leaky Cauldron, she had finished off her smoke. She flicked the butt away as she stepped into the pub.
"Yo, goody two-shoes, get me a drink."