tracey davis. (traceydvs) wrote in hpclue, @ 2014-09-13 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: davies roger, character: davis tracey, location: private residence |
WHO: Tracey Davis & Roger Davies
WHAT: Roger has a surprise for Tracey
WHEN: [BACKDATED] Sept. 10, Wednesday
WHERE: Davies residence
RATING: G
STATUS: Complete.
He couldn't wait for Tracey to get home. Finally, a bit of good had shone through this dark cloud hanging over the both of them: his wife's name had been cleared from the suspect's list. Roger had no doubts Tracey was innocent. He simply couldn't fathom the idea his wife as a murderer. Oh sure, she could have a wicked temper and quite good aim (though not when she chucked books at him), but she wasn't a killer, even if she had been a Slytherin. A frown appeared on Roger's face as he finished setting the dinner table; there was that prejudice against Slytherins again. Just because you're sorted into Slytherin doesn't mean you're a bad person. He mentally lectured himself. For fuck sake, look at Megan Jones; she's a complete horror story. Stepping back to admire the table, Roger nodded and walked back to the kitchen. He'd made Shepherd's Pie and was anxiously watching both the meal and the clock. Tracey usually got home early enough to be the one preparing meals for her and Roger (not that she minded when Roger would do the honors; she appreciated that very much). But today, work had kept her unfortunately busy to the point that she had an annoyed look on her face as soon as she apparated in front of her home. Work had always been a nuisance, but today was one of the worst just because of all the paperwork and impatient people who were nagging at her and saying how her job should be done. She really wanted out of the Ministry. Their dinner was placed on the table and kept warm by charming the plates. Tracey was later than usual. Roger hoped she wasn't being pestered at work, especially given the recent news of her innocence. His mother had owled to tell him that she sincerely hopes her son is innocent too because with the amount of 'gossip mongers pestering her in every lift and corridor' she threatened to murder him herself. He'd smiled to himself; Eily had always been a stern woman, though he knew she loved him even with the headache she had to endure from this case. Being declared innocent was a bit bittersweet for Tracey. While she was glad she was cleared, and people congratulated her for being the first Slytherin to be cleared, her immediate thought was "What about Roger? What about her friends?" Just because she was the first from her house to be found innocent didn't mean there was something to be happy about. Yes, she was glad, but she had other people to think about. "Its something you wanted for a very long time," He replied with a fox-like grin, leading Tracey to her seat and pulling out the chair for her, planting a small kiss on her temple. Roger was already imagining her reaction upon opening the box. "Just wait," Bounding over to his chair and taking a seat, he nudged the small box with the tips of his fingers to his wife. "Open it." While she busied herself he unscrewed a bottle of sparkling grape juice and poured a glass for Tracey and then himself. Tracey was very amused at the way Roger was acting that it just added to her excitement. She sat down, waited for her husband to take his seat, and then slowly removed the ribbon from the box as soon as he pushed it towards her. When she opened it, lifting the lid, she found a piece of parchment nicely folded. She glanced at Roger briefly, a look of wonder and slight confusion. She then picked up the parchment and carefully unfolded it, her eyes slowly going over the words. Tracey had finished unwrapping the box just as Roger placed the wide-mouthed glass (traditionally holding wine) in front of her. He delighted in the montage of her rapidly changing facial features: wonder, to confusion, to realization and astonishment. He didn't bother to contain his smile as his wife's gaze locked with his. "Yes, it is. I finalized the paperwork this morning. Kind of amazing what I've been able to get done with my reduced schedule time." Indeed, him being a suspect and not able to participate in out-of-country friendly matches had freed up a lot of his time. "We can go see it tomorrow, if you want." Tracey read the parchment again, still in disbelief that she held a deed to her own future bookshop. "I can't believe this." She repeated, shaking her head, a wide grin present on her face. Tiny tears of joy were beginning to well up in her eyes, thinking that after everything she and Roger had been through these past two months, it seemed things were going back to normal, and better this time. Roger’s heart grabbed after each and every detail of Tracey’s reaction to preserve them in his memory; he wanted to always remember the glint in her eyes from her tears of happiness, how the crook of her lips looked as though they might split with glee, and most importantly, how the weight of the world seemed lifted off her shoulders; Tracey would never have to go back to Ministry unless she wanted to. The sound of investors was good; a backup plan was always good. Tracey didn't know much about business, honestly, but she believed she'd be able to pull through, figure out a way to manage her own store with the help and support of Roger. Her fingers on his cheek were soft and left a blazing trail on his skin. Roger leaned against the table, leaned closer to Tracey and lazily closed his eyes. The scent of Tracey mixed with warm Shepherd's Pie engulfed his senses; Roger privately reveled in these moments they shared, ordinary, banal moments. He always collected them, filed and put them away, because these ordinary moments were precious -- A garland of picture-perfect harmony. Waking together. Preparing for the day. Bustling in the kitchen. Always touching. Always watching the other. His fingers slipped around her wrist, just below the shirt sleeve, brushing the skin before tracing her veins, lightly, intimately. "Well..." She started, returning to a normal sitting position as well, and setting the box and the deed aside before picking up her glass. "I'm really bad at toasting." She laughed lightly. "Here's to us, a bright future ahead with our little bundle of joy, to future and continuous successes in business and Quidditch..." She trailed on, not really adding her name being cleared to the list as she still felt it was not something to be celebrated, especially since Roger was still a suspect. "No, it was a perfectly lovely toast." Roger replied, clinking the edge of his glass against hers and taking a sip. Out of respect for Tracey he'd phased out alcohol around her, and had in general cut back. Afterall, he'd given up smoking (again) for her, so why not another bad habit? Roger surveyed his wife over the rim of his glass then placed it back on the table. "You know, Tracey, I think we're going to be alright." He smiled, picking up his fork and digging into his dinner. |