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Hannah Abbott ([info]hannahshere) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2010-07-31 02:38:00

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Entry tags:eliot spencer, hannah abbott

Who: Hannah Abbott and Open
What: Hannah's working the late shift. Who knows what will happen.
Where: Rosie's bar and Grille
When: July 30, late
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress. Maybe?
Warnings: TBD



When Hannah agreed to taking the late shift at Rosie's Bar and Grille (yes, with an extra "e" because that makes it fancy), she'd thought that it would be nice and relatively easy. It would let her transition from being "the new kid" to life in Colligo nice and easy.

She was wrong. Oh, boy had she been wrong. She'd never worked a busier shift in all her years of waitressing, and she'd spent her years in The Leaky Cauldron, where being eccentric was practically a prerequisite to entrance. At Rosie's, though, the busy time started at dinner and ended at near 10 pm. She'd spent that first half hour after the bulk of the night's customers had left refilling the various condiments and things on the empty table and, after that, she let herself take a break.

She asked the cook to grill her up a burger (she'd been craving one since Dean had mentioned it on the network earlier in the day) with a side of sweet potato fries, and she sat at the counter (mostly so she could see if anyone needed anything) and relaxed for the first time that evening. Funny... She had never thought she'd be quite that tired after only three hours. She'd have to see if Severus could, or would, brew up some Pepper Up Potion. She'd need it if she was going to be keeping both jobs.



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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 01:14 am UTC (link)
Eliot had almost talked himself out of going to meet Hannah in person. He had a feeling she was going to suggest some kind of magic fix for his hand, and he really didn't care for the idea. He wasn't sure what to make of Colligo in and of itself, but he'd read a few of the messages posted, and the comments and what not. He was very much aware the residents of Papillon came from other times and other places, and many of them practiced magic to some degree. While it was common place to them, magic didn't actually exist where Eliot came from, and anyone who claimed otherwise was a fraud.

He figured he'd go anyway, because he said he would, and Eliot Spencer was a man of his word. He sauntered into the diner, his right hand neatly wrapped, the bones set back into place. His fingers ached, but it wasn't anything he couldn't deal with.

He didn't see the waitress on duty, though Hannah had said she'd be the only one. He figured she was in the back, maybe, he didn't really care. There were other customers, the place was open, eventually someone would show to take his order. His stomach rumbled in response, and he slid into a booth, where he opened the menu in front of himself and started scanning the diner fare even though he had a pretty good idea what he wanted.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 01:28 am UTC (link)
Hannah heard the bell above the door sound and should have turned to greet the customer right away... But she had a mouth full of burger and was in mid chew. It only took a moment for her to decide it was better manners for her to let the customer, whomever it was, seat themselves than it was for her to greet them with a mouth full of beef, as delicious as it was.

She swallowed quickly and wiped her mouth with a napkin before getting off her stool. She stole one last deeeeeep drink of Coke and covered her plate with another. Cold food was just yucky.

Hannah smiled as she approached the table, blue eyes twinkling merrily, her note pad and pen in hand.

"Hello there! Welcome to Rosie's. Can I get you something to drink while you look over the menu?"

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 01:42 am UTC (link)
"Water. With lemon," Eliot replied. "You Hannah?" His eyes went to where waitresses usually wore name tags. "'M Eliot," he followed up, eyes shifting back to the menu. He didn't usually eat in diners, or any restaurant. He liked to prepare his own food, grown it himself when he could. He didn't trust the food industry, but sometimes he had to make an exception and take a little risk. Most people didn't die from eating in restaurants.

He scanned the patrons in the dining room. Most of them were in pairs, already eating. Eliot didn't mind eating alone. He preferred it, usually. He didn't like other people watching him eat, which was another reason he didn't like restaurants. He should have had Hannah meet him somewhere else.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 02:33 am UTC (link)
Eliot, Eliot... Oh! Hannah's smile grew and she nodded, jotting down his request for water. "Let me get that for you," she said, backing away toward the drink station. "And then we can talk about that thing we talked about earlier." She turned and started to skip away before she turned suddenly, grinning. "It's nice to meet you, Eliot."

She got his water and brought an extra side bowl of lemon wedges before rejoining him at his table. "Here you are then," she said, setting them before him and wiping her hands on the towel pinned to her apron. "How's your hand? Does it still hurt much?"

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 02:54 am UTC (link)
He squeezed a lemon into his water then dropped the wedge in, pushed it down with his straw. "Nothing I can't handle." Even if he couldn't exactly cut a steak, just then. He wasn't going to order a steak anyway, so that would be a moot point.

"If you're taking my order, I'll just have a salad with Italian dressing." He moved his hand up to the table, when he spoke. "A friend helped me reset it. It'll be good as new in a few days."

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 03:04 am UTC (link)
Hannah wrote down his order with a nod. "Do you want your dressing on the side?" she asked. Some people were particular about that kind of thing. She didn't want anyone to go around saying she hadn't at least offered.

She clicked her pen closed (Muggles did invent the most cunning things sometimes, and it was much more convenient than a quill and ink and only marginally less convenient than using her wand) and stowed it in the pocket of her apron. "It's good of your friend to set it for you," she said, smiling softly. "But it could be good as new right now." She waved her pad. "I'll put this in and be right back."

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 03:43 am UTC (link)
Eliot watched Hannah walk off toward the kitchen. He shook his head and sighed. He started to reach for his water, then switched hands and let his injured right hand move down to the comfort of his lap. He felt the fingers twitch, and it sent a shock up his arm.

He rolled his head and shoulders, working out some of the pent up tension, and wondered what the hell he was doing sitting there in a diner meeting with someone who said she could fix his broken hand right then and there. He turned his focus out the window, watching people on the street. He needed to punch something, someone who deserved it, but that wasn't gong to happen any time soon, and until it did he felt stifled and boxed in.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 03:59 am UTC (link)
Hannah returned a few minutes later, having watched Eliot from near the kitchen while waiting for his salad. She watched the way his jaw tightened when he moved his hand. Set or not, it was obviously still causing him pain, but he was too proud to say anything.

She sighed, pouring a side of dressing when the cook handed her the salad. She brought it to the table and set it on the table before him, taking the liberty of slipping into the booth beside him.

"Here's your salad... Now, can you spread your hand out on your thigh for me?" She bent over in the booth, pulling her wand from her boot. It wasn't normally where she liked to keep her wand because it rubbed, but it was easier to stash it there than it was to keep it somewhere more convenient when she was working. She'd move it to her waist before she left to walk home. "I can get your hand fixed up in two seconds. My brother gets into bar brawls more often than is decent. He's always breakin' something or other."

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 04:07 am UTC (link)
"I can, doesn't mean I'm going to." Eliot stabbed the fork in the lettuce. He had learned to use his left hand for most everything, including the finer skills or eating and writing, at an early age. He'd been nine, the first time his right arm had been in a cast.

"Look. I'm sure you mean well, but I'm not looking for a quick fix." It wasn't the fix he minded, but the means. "I'd just as soon let it heal in its own time." He mashed the lettuce around so there was enough dressing on it before he ate the bite.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 04:13 am UTC (link)
Hannah laid her wand out on her lap so he could see it. He'd said he could be discrete and while she didn't know him, she was willing to give him the benefit and take him at his word. Besides... He seemed the type of guy who'd punch a person if they called him a liar, like he was a hold over from some previous, more barbaric century.

She turned toward him in the booth, perking a brow. "If you didn't want my help, then why'd you come?" She was sure it wasn't for the salad and a glass of water. Even if food had been his prime motivation, he didn't have to introduce himself. He could have eaten and gone off on his merry way and she would have been none the wiser, assuming he'd decided to go to a muggle doctor instead of take her up on her offer to help.

Men were so confusing sometimes. Hannah really doubted they knew what it was they wanted.

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 04:34 am UTC (link)
"I'm willing to hear you out," Eliot said, shifting tactics. He hadn't meant to offend her. He sighed and put the fork down to push his hand through his hair. He moved his other hand, setting it on the table next to the salad.

"I'm just not sure I'm ready to have somebody doing some kind of hocus pocus on my bones." He still didn't mean to offend, and he hoped his sarcasm didn't hurt her feelings. "That doesn't exactly happen, where I'm from." He was used to waiting it out, giving whatever bones he'd broken, whatever muscles he'd pulled, a few days rest before he went back to work.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 04:44 am UTC (link)
Muggles. Hannah sighed softly, softening her tone. He seemed to try to appease her, which was good of him. "I understand your trepidation," she said after a moment, picking her wand out of her lap and letting it balance on her palm, where he could see but it was still shielded from the rest of the cafe. She gave a quick glance around, but no one seemed to be looking for her, so she continued. "This isn't necessarily something we offer to Muggles on a regular basis. I just hate to see someone hurtin' when I can do something about it."

She leaned back down and slipped her wand back into her boot. "I can't make you take my help if you don't want it, though. If you'd rather just wait it out, that's up to you."

Hannah slipped out of the booth, nodding to his hand. "My brother's broken about every bone in his hand, and since out Mum's dead and our Dad's brain damaged, we don't exactly have the money to spare to be goin' to the hospital every time either of us or our little sister gets a scrape. It's a simple thing to do and you wouldn't feel a thing other than your hand not hurtin' any more." She shrugged, giving him a half smile as she turned and got back to her own dinner. "If you change your mind, let me know."

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 04:57 am UTC (link)
Eliot listened to what she said, and then he watched her get to her feet and walk away. He'd think about it while he ate the salad. What she offered sounded too good to be true, and too easy to get dependent on. It was fine for her brother, or whatever, because they lived in that world. Eliot didn't. But, he tried to reason, he had been drop kicked into a whole new world. A city without Nate and the team, without the security of a job, and he'd probably have a hard time finding the sort of work that might suit him if he couldn't use his hand.

He finished the salad and nodded for Hannah to come back to the table. "I want to know exactly what it is you'd do. You say I won't feel a thing, except that my hand will be better. How?" He wasn't going to agree to any kind of mystical magical mojo unless he knew precisely what it was.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 05:47 am UTC (link)
Hannah had brought a pitcher of water with her to Eliot's table and refilled his water glass as she spoke. "I'd take my wand and touch it to the broken bones in your hand. The charm I cast will just... remind the bones that they're supposed to be completely together." She gathered up his dirty plates and silverware. "You might feel a twinge while it does it, you might not. You've got a pretty high pain tolerance if it's not bothering you."

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 05:51 am UTC (link)
"Never said it's not bothering me." Eliot knew how to manage his pain. he compartmentalised it, and put it in its place. He dealt with it, and he didn't let it slow him down. He certainly didn't wallow in it, or let it interfere with his daily life.

"What do you get out of it?" Most people didn't do nice things for other people out of the goodness of their hearts. Everything had a price, or at least a motive. Eliot wanted to know Hannah's, before he agreed to anything, even if the idea of it sort of intrigued him.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 06:11 am UTC (link)
Hannah just nodded, looking away from Eliot for a moment, focusing on the world outside, which she could barely see through the reflections of light on the glass. "I don't like seeing people in pain," she said, attempting to explain why she'd offered him help. "And if there's something I can do to help people... It makes me feel good. Like I'm not just wasting my time."

She turned her attention back to him, smiling. "That's what I get out of it."

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 10:02 pm UTC (link)
"You ever have anything go wrong?" He wasn't trying to insult or offend her. Hopefully she knew he was just trying to get as much information, before he did something that was completely new and foreign to him. He didn't think that was terribly unreasonable, even if it was tedious.

He knew well the drive to help people. His means were completely different, but since he'd hooked up with Nate and the team, he'd sort of dedicated himself to helping people. He didn't even know how that was going to work in this crazy place, where Nate and the team didn't even exist. But he couldn't fault Hannah for wanting to help, he knew how rewarding that feeling could be, without wanting anything else in return.

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[info]hannahshere
2010-08-01 10:19 pm UTC (link)
Hannah was neither insulted nor offended by Eliot asking questions. She understood, and was impressed with how he was handling it. She half expected any muggle to, when confronted with a witch or wiard, immediately ask something along the lines of "will you do X for me?" where X was any number of things, most likely for personal gain. That was why there was the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy in place, to protect both sides from such an occurrence.

Her smile didn't falter as she leaned against the high back of the booth's seat. "Oh, all the time when I first started out." Hannah didn't see a reason to lie. "But it's not something you just decide to do one day. It's something you're born with. And instead of going through secondary schooling, we have special schools that we're sent to to teach us how to do these things." She was keeping things general, of course. "So, as of right now, I've got a lifetime of experience, fourteen years of general training, and seven years of healing in particular. Minor things only, but a couple of broken hand bones aren't anything terribly complicated."

She glanced around the cafe and noted one of the other diners trying to grab her attention. "I'll be right back."

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-08-01 10:33 pm UTC (link)
Eliot watched her go. After a moment, he turned his gaze out the window. His fingers twitched, and he sighed. He rarely let anyone near him when he was injured. He didn't care for doctors, he only went to the hospital when he had no choice. He had enough training and understanding of the human body to deal with most things himself.

But this was completely different. He wasn't really sure about the idea of using magic on his hand, but he was intrigued enough to give Hannah the okay. She seemed genuine, in wanting to help him, and he could appreciate that, but it was a big step for him to even consider letting her touch him.

He shifted and drew his attention back to the interior of the diner. he glanced around, looking to make eye contact and nod for Hannah to come back to his table. He still hadn't decided for sure, one way or the other, but he was leaning toward letting Hannah heal his hand.

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