Nora Travers probably hates you (its_nora) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-07-09 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: clint warrington, char: lenora macallister |
Who: Clint and Nora
What: She's thinking about some serious life changes
Where: Nora's flat
When: Saturday - wee hours of the morning
Rating: TBA
Nora had been... getting by. Every day was another step towards getting past her ordeal, and she was incredibly lucky to have the support of countless friends and family to get her through. She had spent some time staying at Fin's, hanging out with Ali and her brother, she had managed to see Roger, stay with Nic a night or two, and a few others. But at the same time, she wasn't... completely better. She still hadn't really admitted or dealt with what had happened, instead pushing it all off, avoiding it. She was jumpy... the slightest bang, or someone coming up behind her without her knowledge set her heart racing, her adrenaline kicking into overdrive.
So far she had yet to go back to work, and though she missed the travelling and the Sisters, along with everyone else on tour, another part of her had plenty of time to think about what she wanted. The longer she was away, the more time she got to spend at home, near Addy... Near Clint... Her brother, her future sister in law, Nic, Meaghan... well, part of the reason she hadn't gone back to work yet was because she couldn't bring herself to leave them again. Every time got harder, and she couldn't stand breaking that little girl's heart over and over. She just didn't have it in her, and Addy didn't deserve it. For such a young child, she had gone through so much. So had Clint... and she knew her disappearance only made it worse. It made her wonder if she should really even bother pursuing this, or just let him go...
But she couldn't manage to make herself do that either. She was beyond selfish in that regard. So instead, on her own time, she had been drafting up resumes for publicist jobs closer to home. She had actually already been offered several positions and interview opportunities, but so far hadn't agreed to any of them. But then there was other paperwork she was in the process of figuring out.
Because if she didn't accept any of these jobs... she was considering starting her own company. She had already figured out a name, a demographic of those which she would work for. The Quidditch world seemed to be untapped at the moment, and contracts would be up soon after the Cup. She had even gone as far as to trademark a name, just in case. MacFlying Agents & Publicity.
She hadn't really thought about hiding it much, but she hadn't brought it up to Clint either. She didn't want to scare him off, or something equally ridiculous. But most of the resumes, job offers, and even the ideas of her own business were scattered over the black wood of her dining room table. She had meant to clean it all up, but the bottle of whiskey she had imbibed the night before made her rather scatterbrained.
Waking up early in the morning, earlier than she probably should have, Nora looked at the window and realized the sun wasn't even up yet. But she had been having a nightmare, and she knew sleep probably wouldn't come easily. So instead of laying around she slipped out of bed, looking over her shoulder at the still sleeping Clint. It had been... a long, enjoyable night, and she smiled a bit before getting up and walking naked into her kitchen to start a pot of coffee. While it brewed she decided to try and relax in the warmth of a shower, and walked back into her bathroom, stepping into the hot spray, hoping she wouldn't wake her companion.