Parvati Patil (chicniche) wrote in interludes, @ 2016-08-05 02:35:00 |
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February 1998
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The day at the diner had been fairly constant. She was a third way through her shift and already managed to make $200 dollars in tips. It was busy, and that's the way she liked it. As she cleaned up two of her tables her manager directed her to pick up 'The tough guy at table 4.' Tamsin was pretty good at dealing with the weird ones. Her colleagues were aware that she wasn't particularly phased by the creepers. With a nod she turned the corner and moved toward table 4 without thought. Course, when she looked up from wiping her hands on her apron a familiar face pulsed a particular adrenaline of fear to her veins. Tamsin Applebee hadn't seen a familiar face from home in 6 months. But when Marcus Flint showed up that particular afternoon fears of being found out had flooded back to her. She didn't know much about Flint, other than he had a rather nasty reputation of being violent in school. He was a few years her senior and while he got on with a weird older girl in Hufflepuff he was a Slytherin...and that was cause enough for irrational panic. Her eyes wide she stopped in her tracks and she began to tremble. It didn't occur to her that she was out in the open until they made brief eye contact. She backed away quickly, knocking into a colleague before bolting to the back door. They'd found her - the bloody snatchers had found her! As she bolted out into the alleyway she'd reached into her self enchanted apron and retrieved her wand from the hidden pocket. Extending her arm in the direction she was moving, making sure to keep a rapid eye on the resturaunt exit and the street a few yards away. Despite the pacing of her heart there was no one following her. No one jumping out to capture her. Her breathing slowed as she reached the heavily populated street. She cautiously made her way around the front of the diner where she peeked into the window. Marcus Flint remained in his seat looking around as though he were impatiently expecting service. Surely, he'd recognized her. Surely... he was there to collect some asinine snatcher reward. Surely... "Hey!" came the familiar voice of her manager, "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jumping Tamsin turned quickly casting a wand concealment charm behind her back so her wand looked like a pen, "I just.... um... I needed some air." "Well are you done? Because you've customers waiting. And I swear to god - I don't have time for this shit! Do you want this job or not? I mean for fuck's sake you can't just run out like you lost you're fucking mind!!" Tamsin clenched her jaw, swallowed back her fear, and nodded. Silently following the larger man back down the alley and into the resturaunt. Entering the main floor she slowly approached Flint's table. Her pen-disguised-wand at the ready to her side. When they made eye contact again Marcus' brow furrowed slightly. "What can I get you today, sir?" "I know you." She swallowed uncomfortably trying to find her courage with a forced smile, "...Doubtful." "No... we went to the same school." "You went to Rockford Univeristy?" He shook his head, his eyes suspicious. "Then you couldn't possibly know me- Maybe I just look like someone you-" "No, you used hang out with those two Hufflepuff boys-- the weird ones. I thought you died..." Tamsin's hands began to shake and her skin began to crawl. Even her teeth clattered at her nerves. "I..." "You alright?" he asked a nod in her direction, "You're shaking." She stepped closer to him and lowered her voice. "If you're here to collect a ransom just do it alright. I'll walk out with you - just please don't hurt anyone here." The face Marcus made as a response spoke volumes to the fact that he had no idea what she was talking about. He offered a short chuckle, "What? I'm not here to collect anything other than lunch." The 19 year old blinked, "You're not a snatcher?" "Fuck sake no--" Marcus laughed at the absurdity. A wave of relief covered Tamsin and her lungs slowly began to allow air. "Oh," she said a nervously relieved laugh followed. "Sorry- I just--" she chuckled nervously again. Her boss called from the kitchen, "Tammy! Let's go! Six and Eight just filled up!" Tamsin looked back at the man calling for her then back to Marcus - a wide smile on her face at how ridiculous and how relieved she felt all at the same time. "Sorry, what would like? It's on the house..." Marcus Flint seemed surprised by the gesture- but didn't hesitate to look at the menu again to reevaluate what he'd get if he wasn't paying. |