Who: Vega and Draco What: Therapy Session When: Mid May 2011 Where: Vega's office Why: I mean... aren't you curious?
Vega had been seeing Draco Malfoy now for about four months. Though it had taken a long time to get Draco to actually open up and start talking about things in a meaningful way, he was one of her more interesting clients. Thankfully, they were finally starting to get somewhere and Vega found herself eager for his sessions.
She refilled the water pitcher and reset the melange of toys on the coffee table that her clients were welcome to fidget and fuss with while they talked. It was always interesting to see which items each person picked and how they handled it while revealing the most painful parts of themselves. It was, apparently, much easier to concentrate on pulling on the stretchy strands of a rubber filament ball than looking at her when they talked. Frankly, it often made it easier for her too.
Soon she heard the tiny bell on the door of the outer office tinkle, alerting her of the arrival of her next client.
"Hey, Draco," she greeted, swinging open the door to the inner office, inviting him in.