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Jude (ophidianrequiem) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-20 23:53:00

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demelza robins, theodore nott

WHO: Demelza & Theodore
WHEN: The 18th-ish at 3:00pm-ish
WHAT: Residence hunting.
RATING: We'll see. E for now.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

There was always a sense of rebellion resting just under the surface of someone who was very intent on doing the sensible thing. It would have been a great catharsis to openly oppose the Ministry and his new, exhaustingly frustrating, wife. Still, Theodore was irritatingly understanding of the situation he found himself in and couldn’t bring himself to venture out and expend the energy on a fruitless endeavor. That was why at approximately three in the afternoon he found himself standing outside of St. Mungo’s waiting for the woman he hadn’t come into visible contact with since they were forced to exchange vows.

Theo would have chosen hundreds of different things to do instead of standing about in anticipation of that damnable woman. As far as he was concerned he could be sitting in the Department of Mysteries getting something useful done, maybe bettering the world they were living in but of course the Ministry decided to be quite intolerable and make families (ones that didn’t like each other) a top priority. He sighed and leaned back against the building, eyes cast skyward.

A great deal of anxiety had surfaced since the announcement of the marriage. It had dissipated once the ceremony was over and they’d gone their separate ways but now it was revived again in full force. There was no getting along with Demelza and no sympathy from the Ministry for Theo who absolutely hated the idea of letting people invade his personal space.

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demels
2008-07-21 06:01 am UTC (link)

“I’m heading out now,”

A nod from their Head nurse was all she needed to escape, trying to leave the building before someone else could claim her attention and take her away once more. It didn’t take long before fresh air met her and Demelza allowed her gaze to look around at the scenery. Even though they hadn’t met more than two times, one time accidental, she recognized him almost instantly. He was already there, but then again, she hadn’t expected him to be late. If he had one distinguishing attribute that she would appreciate, it would be being punctual. Now if only she had the same quality, there would be no time wasted.

But being a Healer meant her patients came first and everything else that went on in her life came second. It had been hard to adjust to it, but by now she was comfortable. It also meant that even though the Ministry of Magic was forcing them to live under one roof, she could just take residence at the hospital and no one would mind, because she was there almost 24/7 anyhow. As she began her walk towards him, her hands rubbed against each other to generate some heat, and it was then that she noted dully that there was no ring on her finger.

Her hand immediately went towards the chain onto her neck, hidden safely underneath the blouse she wore. Even though the ring was beautiful, she had no intention of wearing it on her finger, but seeing as she lost just about everything, she had placed it onto a chain and hung it around her neck. Making sure it was still there, she let it rest. He probably wouldn’t even notice it was missing anyhow. Finally reaching him, she tried her best to muster a genuine smile. “I apologize for being late,” It wasn’t her fault some kid had decided to stab himself into the eye with a fork; apparently, boredom could do that to you. “Are you ready to go?”

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