Lari and her muses (sira_ne_biber) wrote in magic_oasis, @ 2009-11-27 00:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | log, marietta edgecombe, morag macdougal |
rpwrimo log; Euterpe's Corner Verse
Who: Morag MacDougal and Marietta Edgecombe
Where: Flat, uh...was it 1A or 1B? In Euterpe's Corner
When: ...idek. Now?
What: Mare and Mo have random small talk about jobs and childhoods
Why: RPwrimo. And I miss Mare
It had been a long day at work. Marietta had been at a crime scene extra long and while she normally left at five on weekdays, the fact that it was her on call week meant that it was nearing nine when she finally got home, tired and hungry and hoping for a nice quiet evening.
Which was not to say she didn't love her job. Despite any complaining she might do, Marietta had fallen into the routine of Forensic Divination (well, as much of a routine as there could be in an MLE job, and never failed to feel the thrill of having done something positive for society every time she helped crack and solve a case. It was proof every day that she wasn't as horrible as had been suggested after the incident her sixth year, and as one who'd always respected rules and order, Marietta found being on the side helping to enforce that suited her well - in fact better than if she'd managed to follow her dad's footsteps into International Magical Cooperation. And while she knew a Divination themed job was less than what Maria Edgecombe had hoped for her daughter, the truth of the matter was that she was good at it and made enough to pay rent, so it didn't really matter if there wasn't much left over.
The kitchen was empty, and while Marietta didn't hear Morag or Blaise off the bat, it certainly didn't mean they were out. Pushing back curls that seemed determined to escape her bun, Marietta opened the cabinet (which she had neatly labeled as 'cabinet' when she first moved in), pulling out a box of noodles and setting some water to boil - in a pot for her noodles and in a tea kettle for a nice cup of something relaxing. Pulling out the tea tin, Marietta rifled through the different flavours to decide which one she felt the most like.
Morag had been in her bedroom with a good book when she decided she felt like hot chocolate. She finished the chapter before marking her place and heading back out to the kitchen. "Oh. Hi!" she greeted as she noticed one of her flat mates already in the kitchen. "I didn't realise you'd gotten home." Although, it was getting late and Marietta was usually home earlier than this so maybe she'd been home for a while and Morag just hadn't realised. She couldn't claim to always know what Blaise and Marietta were doing or when they were home. "Have a good day at work?" she asked, as she got a mug, the milk and the cocoa out for herself.
"I just did," Marietta replied as the water started to boil and she dumped in a liberal handful of egg noodles before turning back to the tea selection, "I don't know about good. It was...long?" Marietta grimaced a bit, "There's a murder case we were called to investigate and those are always sort of depressing. Mint or chamomile do you think?" she added, holding up the two packets with one hand while opening another labeled cabinet and pulled out a mug (which yes, did say 'mug' on the bottom. Marietta would rather have everything over-labeled than forget what something simple is. Which worked unless she forgot to read).
"How was your day, today?" she added a bit distractedly, "Did you see many students today?"
Wow, just getting home now was a long day. "Murder cases would be hard to deal with." Morag agreed as she poured the milk into her mug and placed a heating charm on it before adding the cocoa. She was glad she didn't have to work with murders and other mysterious things like Marietta did. Children were usually a lot more fun in her opinion. "Um, chamomile." she suggested after thinking about it for a moment. "I'm sure both would be nice though." she added.
"My day was pretty good." she answered, pulling out a kitchen stool to sit on. "I had two today and the first wasn't in a very cooperative mood but the second one was really well behaved which was nice and easy."
Adding a spoonful of sugar to the bottom of the mug, Marietta added the water and a chamomile teabag, taking out a spoon and stirring it idly. "The worst if having to question the families," she admitted, "We need all the details possible to help the MLE solve the case, but most are so distraught they can't think of when the last time they saw their loved one was, etc."
Noodles nice and soft, Marietta drained the put before adding in a pat of butter and swirling it around with a fork. "I hope you were able to speak to that child's mother," she mused, "One thing my mum was adamant about was that I be cooperative to my teacher and always asked to make sure whenever she picked me up each day. Sadly, I know not all parents are quite as concerned with their children's behaviour as Mum was," Marietta's lips curled into a bittersweet smile and she pulled out a plate. Having her mother gone was still quite hard on Marietta, but it did get easier day by day.
Morag nodded at this, thinking about how terrible that would be. "That's understandable. I doubt I'd be any good at answering any questions if a loved one had disappeared or been murdered." She didn't even want to think about it, she much preferred them to all be alive and well. Talking to those who this had happened to would be hard to and she admired Marietta for being able to do it. She was sure it was something she wouldn't be able to do.
She stirred her cocoa into the milk before taking a sip. Yum! Anything chocolatey was always good. "The mother was a little too busy to talk." she said. "But hopefully next time I'll be able to chat to her. He's a good kid but he can be a little difficult." The subject now on mothers made Morag a little apprehensive. She knew that Marietta had been really upset about her own mother's death and was probably still quite upset, even if she didn't show it as much as she used to. Hopefully Marietta would be okay though! Morag didn't want to accidentally upset her.
"I wouldn't either, but oftentimes they have information that can help us figure out things like timing, so it has to be done." Dumping her buttered noodles onto a plate, Marietta grabbed some parmesan cheese and sprinkled it on liberally before sitting down herself, finally with dinner.
"I'm sure all children are a little difficult at times," Marietta replied between bites of her dinner, "I had my moments and I daresay you did too. I'd wager even Blaise did, although I'd expect him to deny it." The grin the quickly crossed her lips that time was more genuinely amused, "Pushing limits is part of growing up, and reminding children of what those limits are is up to the guardians."
"Yeah." Morag mused thoughtfully. "It must be so hard on the families but I guess being able to help work out what had happened is important to them too." Merlin she was glad she didn't have to deal with that with her job.
"Definitely." Morag agreed. "An always perfectly behaved child is probably impossible to fine." They'd probably be kind of boring too if they were that perfect. Though probably still cute. "Blaise was probably the worst out of the three of us." she said, returning the grin. "We'd probably look almost angelic compared to him." she had no idea if this was true or not, not having actually discussed childhood with Blaise but it was more amusing to say he was a difficult child. "The child parent relationship is always an interesting one." she said. "Especially as it can be so different between families."
"Do you think?" Marietta asked with a small giggle, glad to put the conversation about her day behind her, "Do you reckon he could throw quite the tantrum when he didn't get his way? Because I threw a few good ones in my day, and he'd have to be quite loud to beat that." It was easy to think of her younger childhood. There was still that pang for her mum, but when the images of her were young and healthy rather than bedridden as she'd been the past few years of her life, Marietta found she didn't feel too upset (even though the times she'd been naughty hadn't been very amusing at the time. That was hindsight for you.).
"It really does change family to family," Marietta agreed, "I don't think Cho's parents were quite so strict as my mum, for instance. But I like to think we still both turned out well."
Morag laughed as she pictured Blaise throwing a tantrum. "I'm sure he threw some good ones too. Maybe you two should have a tantrum throwing competition so we can know for sure." she joked. Morag had never really been much of a tantrum thrower, although she couldn't claim to have never thrown one. Her dad usually let her have what she wanted after just a little bit of pleading so there was rarely need for tantrums. "I could be the judge."
Morag nodded. "It does." she agreed again. "I think it depends on the kids what type of parenting works best so I think even if families have really different styles, both their kids can turn out fine." she said. "I think you and Cho turned out well."
Marietta hadn't thrown one since she was old enough to understand that money issues were generally the reason for being denied something - and that wasn't something she, in good conscience, could fuss about. "I'm afraid my skills are rusty. He might have me beat," she replied, taking a sip of her tea, "And I think it also depends on things such as family size, income level and things of that nature as well. But every child does have a different temperament and as a parent, you should take the time to determine what will work best with them. Your parents obviously did something right as well."
"Good." Morag said. "I'd be a little worried if your tantrum throwing skills were still in use." Although there were probably some people who still threw tantrums despite being adults. Though she doubted those people were very well liked, even if they were probably decent people aside from the tantrum throwing. "I guess there are just so many things that influence it that it's not really so surprising that there are so many variations." she added thoughtfully.
"No, not really surprising at all," Marietta agreed as she took her empty plate over to the sink to clean. "Thank you for keeping me company, by the way." Of course, it was Morag's kitchen, too, but Marietta did find it polite to give her thanks anyway.
"Anytime." Morag replied with a smile. She liked Marietta's company and was glad she got such good flat mates (well, Blaise was okay most of the time at least). She definitely thought she was lucky in that respect.