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Jude (ophidianrequiem) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-06-24 22:13:00

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demelza robins, theodore nott

Who: Demelza Robins and Theodore Nott
What: An accidental encounter... whoops.
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Monday, June 10th
Rating: E!
Status: In progress

Work had always been hazardous; it was expected by anyone entering the profession that they were going to be hurt and probably on a fairly regular basis depending on what sort of projects were assigned. The Department of Mysteries was not a place to be toying around thoughtlessly under any circumstances. It only took one mistake to earn a trip to St. Mungo’s or worse. It was one tiny slip, in fact, that had landed Theodore in the reception area of the hospital with a very sour look on his face. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get him to go seek help but once the full consequences of his actions set in there was no way he could avoid it.

Theodore had been almost uncharacteristically short with the frantically busy witch that approached him and attempted to show him any sign of attitude. However, the treatment of her, not even in retrospect, produced any feeling of guilt. Even if his better traits called for some sympathy for her, the young man was hopelessly distracted by the nearly insufferable feeling in his left forearm. Having sufficiently been badgered by the witch and likewise flustering her Theodore slouched down irritably in a rather precarious looking chair that by some miracle still managed to support human weight. After only a moment of sitting he unbuttoned the cuff of the left sleeve of the white dress shirt and pushed it up to the elbow, flipping his wrist over. Whatever idiotic thing he’d done had made a curiously vibrant violet spider web effect under his skin which produced a poor imitation of veins.

The trouble wasn’t so much in the color or the design of the malady but in the slicing, stinging sensation that accompanied it and it’s unpredictability in attack; it didn’t radiate from one central point. Exasperated Theodore set his head back against the wall, determined to ignore, or at least attempt to ignore the spreading of the purple network up his arm and down into his hand. The bright blue eyes fixated narrowly on the wall across from him as he bit down on his lower lip. It would be very convenient to blame the accident on whole marriage affair as he’d been considering it instead of watching what he’d been doing.

Tensing rather suddenly, Theodore’s breath stopped, he choked down any utterance that threatened to rise up. Attention dropped down to, what he assumed could only be a toxin, residing quite happily in his arm. Mindlessly, he wondered if this would be easier to live with than being married to a complete stranger – to anyone, in fact. At least, it seemed to keep him sufficiently distracted from jumping out of his seat every time the belligerent invader decided to shoot out a reminder of its presence.

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ophidianrequiem
2008-07-01 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Theodore glanced down at his covered wrist as though some answer to the dilemma would be written there before getting to his feet. He wasn’t entirely sure that it was the best idea he’d had and was more certain that the cause was pure stubbornness than common sense but he’d decided to go. There was a moment when he looked at Demelza as though reappraising her value now that he was certain she wasn’t completely incompetent. If his opinion of her had changed it wasn’t shown and his expression remained coolly unimpressed. Then again, one rarely enjoyed staring into the eyes of an uncertain future. After he’d come to no obvious conclusion: “I’d take my chances.”

“Unless you’re inclined to sort this arrangement out before the inevitable I doubt we’ll see each other again.” For most of the revelation he had been looking intently towards the door, his exit hindered by the Ministry’s meddling, though he did glance to her towards the end. “It makes no difference either way, really,” he added passively, almost ridiculously apathetic towards the situation. It hadn’t really crossed his mind that they may have something to discuss about their futures until he’d come into direct contact with her and suddenly she was more than a name of a slip of parchment. However, if she opted to avoid discussion or having anything to do with him, Theo would hardly be offended and perhaps even prefer such a choice considering it kept her at a distance.

Without waiting for a response he shifted around her towards the door, pausing to glance back. “You can think about it if you like and owl,” he shrugged, “or not.” Without waiting for the possibility of her throwing something at him or even giving her a moment to answer he disappeared out of the room. To move and change situations removed the possibility of deep thought and consideration. Theo didn’t want to dwell on her, marriage, or the Ministry’s oddities. Ill or not he would prefer to return to work and remain there until they forced him out.

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