mediwitch_fleur (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mediwitch_fleur) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} quaffle_rpg,@ 2009-09-03 15:32:00 |
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Who: Fleur Weasley and Miles Bletchley
When: 3 September 2004
Where: Fleur's medical office
What: Miles is due for his physical
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Rating: PG
Fleur sat at her desk, making additional notes on the report she needed to give to Parkinson later. A glance at her clock showed it was 10:28. Bletchley should be arriving any minute. Every year it was the same. She would be perfectly professional and later, she'd go home to a husband who still felt insecure about his face. She wasn't sure when he started getting insecure again, or if he'd never stopped and she'd just thought he had. But she didn't care that he was scarred. That wasn't why the fire had gone out. It had gone out when he seemed to be content with his desk job.
She finished her notes and carefully set the parchment to the side, getting her dictation quill ready and a fresh sheet of parchment. She sighed, laying her head back and staring at the ceiling. Was she supposed to be overwhelmed with the glamour of doing physicals on these men? So many were jealous. They were just bodies. She didn't understand it.
When: 3 September 2004
Where: Fleur's medical office
What: Miles is due for his physical
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Rating: PG
Fleur sat at her desk, making additional notes on the report she needed to give to Parkinson later. A glance at her clock showed it was 10:28. Bletchley should be arriving any minute. Every year it was the same. She would be perfectly professional and later, she'd go home to a husband who still felt insecure about his face. She wasn't sure when he started getting insecure again, or if he'd never stopped and she'd just thought he had. But she didn't care that he was scarred. That wasn't why the fire had gone out. It had gone out when he seemed to be content with his desk job.
She finished her notes and carefully set the parchment to the side, getting her dictation quill ready and a fresh sheet of parchment. She sighed, laying her head back and staring at the ceiling. Was she supposed to be overwhelmed with the glamour of doing physicals on these men? So many were jealous. They were just bodies. She didn't understand it.