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Megan Jones (megsy) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-08-19 22:52:00

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megan jones, roger davies

Who: Megan Jones and Roger Davies
What: Megan is preparing to stress bake
When: Early evening
Where: Grocery store
Rating: PG-13?

Megan had not been doing very well since her 'chat' with Spencer. It had, as she had expected it to, been their usual, a raging battle of stubborn wills that never led to anything. But, for once, it hadn't stayed that way. Spencer had dropped a bomb that still had her feeling like someone was holding her under water.

Bredina Dunstan. The name was acidic on her lips. It might have been easier for Megan if Spencer's love interest was a complete stranger, but Megan actually liked Bredina. She had spunk. It was an awful lot easier to hate someone than it was to accept the fact that they had rightfully taken your place.

After kicking Spencer out of the flat, Megan had allowed herself a breakdown of epic proportions in her shower, but once the water turned off and the steam faded from the mirror, Megan's reflection didn't show the calm, composed woman she hoped it would. She looked, much to her dismay, like a woman who had just had her heart stomped on, and Merlin knew the quickest way to comfort was through comfort foods. Baked goods, to be specific. Cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. Maybe some white macadamia nut cookies, too. Poking around her new kitchen, it took Megan all of ten seconds to realize she was going to have to make a trip to the store, so she shoved her still damp hair into a pony tail, didn't bother with make-up, tossed on a sundress and headed to the closest grocery.

After a decent amount of time, Megan was looking rather humorous. Her basket was loaded to the brim with new cookie sheets and measuring spoons and cups. It was overflowing with baking ingredients: flour, sugar, butter, salt, baking soda, chocolate chips- the list goes on. Megan Jones could have fed the British troops twice over with her load, and she wasn't finished yet as she stooped down to pick up a package of macadamia nuts.

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megsy
2008-08-21 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Megan let out a small noise of protest as he tugged her along, but soon gave up on resistance. Apparently, Roger felt like being particularly bossy that afternoon. She supposed it was better than the pity she would have received from most other people, but not much.

"Not everyone has such perfect control of their emotions as you do, Roger," she muttered. "And I wish you wouldn't make it sound so bloody trivial. You've never been in a relationship like the one I had with Spencer. You have no room to judge me." So what if he knew most all details of their relationship, be it through her ex-boyfriend or through Megan herself? That didn't mean he knew what it felt like.

"Fine. But you threw away my macadamia nuts, for the record" she told him sulkily.

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ex_rdavies749
2008-08-22 12:50 am UTC (link)

Paying for their groceries, Roger and Meg walked in silence to the closest Floo point. He wasn't walking distance away, but still chose this grocer simply because they carried the greatest variety of health foods. Not that healthy food was so heavily advocated in drifting like it was in quidditch-- in fact, a drifter's diet seemed to be of 3 AM pizza, smokes, and dark beer. But old habits die hard, and Roger wasn't known as the Cleansweeper for nothing.

After nearly losing the carrots as they stumbled through the fireplace on Roger's end, the two of them walked in stony silence to his door. His place smelt of soap and freshly cut grass, with big windows everywhere. The furniture was sparse, but it was a relaxing place nonetheless. Definitely lacking a woman's touch, though.

"Bake away, Jones," Roger said, with a little less spirit than he had had in the grocery store. Pouring two glasses of water before sitting down at a kitchen stool, Roger cut a lemon in half and lazily put one portion into each cup before sliding one over to Meg.

"You know, I'm not trying to make it sound trivial, or that you're silly for feeling these things. I know it must hurt, but there's working through that hurt, and then there's dragging your feet around and pretending the world's so unfair to you." Roger took a sip of the citrusy water. "From what I hear, you didn't exactly ask him to be with you. So do you wonder why you're not together? You can't expect everyone to do the fighting for you, Megan."

He paused. "Baking stuff is in the third cupboard."

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megsy
2008-08-22 02:44 pm UTC (link)

Megan hadn't been to Roger's flat in quite some time. She had forgotten hoe much of a bachelor's pad it was. She wondered if Roger's restless spirit would ever settle down, baby makes three and all that. It was hard to imagine.

"Thanks." Squeezing the lemon into her water, Megan took a small sip, before her focus shifted elsewhere, namely to the third cupboard. "I'm not dragging my feet around sulking," she answered, poking her head into the cupboard and drawing out a pair of baking sheets. "And I dare say you didn't hear the entire story behind why I didn't ask him to be with me. I'm sure he's pleased to keep that little snippet to himself," she added bitterly. She was frowning as a mixing bowl was withdrawn next.

She reached over to pull some ingredients out of the shopping bags, before pausing and letting out a sigh. "I don't- I don't really think I want to fight for him, Rog," she admitted, staring down at the flour in her hands. "I just... it's hard to think of him with someone else, I guess."

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ex_rdavies749
2008-08-29 07:30 pm UTC (link)

"Cryptic Nutmeg, huh?" Roger leaned forward, raising his eyebrows. "Are you going to share why you think he didn't want to be with you, or are you going to say I don't understand and withhold the information so I can let my imagination run wild to the point where I start pitying you?" Making a low noise in his throat, Roger slouched back in his seat. "I don't understand what you get so depressed about," the young man complained, scratching the back of his neck and stretching his arms out rudely. "It's not like you're some ogre and Spencer was the only wizard you had a shot at happiness with. Do you like being embittered?"

"Quit loitering," he added. "You haven't even started mixing anything yet!" he waved his hand, finishing off his glass of water in one loud gulp. Getting up, he walked up behind Meg and, grabbing her small hands in his large ones, forced her to open the bag of flour. He walked away as a cloud erupted from the paper bag.

"I guess I miss you with him too, though," Roger eventually said, his back turned to Meg. "It's about the only time you looked really happy. After that, you never smiled in that genuine pretty way anymore." Shrugging, he opened a cupboard and took out some store bought biscuits. "I wonder how many of these I'll have to eat until I get some real food," he waved one menacingly.

"What about other guys you've dated?"

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megsy
2008-08-29 07:55 pm UTC (link)

Megan sighed at his question. "I don't wnat to talk about it." She was not willing to explain to Roger how humiliating the situation had been for her, how it had been made worse when Spencer seemed to think it wasn't a big deal in the slightest, how he made it seem like she was blowing things out of proportion and never once placing the blame on himself. To this day, he still didn't think he'd done anything wrong, that was what bothered her so bloody much.

Jolting as his hands came up to cover hers, Megan was soon attacked by the cloud of flour, the blue fabric of her dress suddenly turning a much paler shade. "Thanks," she drawled sarcastically, before dumping the flour into a large mixing bowl.

"What about them?" she asked, frowning slightly. "It was never anything serious."

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ex_rdavies749
2008-09-03 08:26 pm UTC (link)

Sometimes, Roger Davies couldn't quite understand what people were upset about because he couldn't connect the possibly distressing event to the person's feelings. It wasn't that he didn't know the information-- he couldn't just fit the pieces together. This was not the case though, as he was almost one hundred percent sure that Meg was so resentful because of Spencer and his fickle marriage proposal. Tilting his head slowly to the side, he watched the petite girl work slowly at her cookies. Hesitating, he decided to go forward with his thoughts.

"I get why you're mad about the whole thing. I get why... it might be frustrating that he doesn't seem to understand. But to Spencer, you didn't want to stay with him. He felt like he wasn't enough to you, unless he could offer you this great big package. You know his parents always pressured him about the future, so it became this... forbidden topic. And so I know you're hurt about what he did," Roger watched Meg's face as he continued, "but you crossed a line for him too. You were supposed to be a hideaway from all that pressure, but instead you left him in his weaker territory. The fact that he proposed to you at all meant it was a possibility for your future, but you guys were very young. I know you don't want to focus away from yourself but I don't know. You left him because what he had wasn't enough, whereas he just wanted to wait."

Taking out some ice cream from his cupboard, kept just cold enough with charms, Roger took a bite straight from the carton.

"I just think maybe you never got serious with anyone else because you felt so wronged by Spencer, so you were waiting for everyone else to make the same mistake." Pause. "You bake like a snail."

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megsy
2008-09-04 12:03 am UTC (link)

Megan had forgotten how annoying it was to try and make yourself feel better when the person you were venting to wasn't biased enough to go along with everything you said. Roger being best friends with Spencer meant he was bound to either stand up for his best friend or at least present his side of the argument. It was quite bothersome.

Frowning, Megan dumped in the rest of the ingredients in the proper order, mixing away her frustration. "We could have had a long engagement," she retorted. "You can't just take a huge step in a relationship and then say 'Oops, I didn't mean it'. It doesn't bloody well work that way."

She smirked slightly to herself as she watched him eat ice cream straight out of the carton. Had he really been lecturing her about macadamia nuts earlier? Hypocrite.

The smirk faded, however, at his brilliant explanation for why she hadn't been dating many others. She was in the process of rolling the dough into small balls, and she paused in her work to glare at him. "Oh really? Is that why?" she drawled sarcastically. "And here I was thinking it's because no one else showed any real interest. Thank you, Dr. Davies, for clearing that up."

The last of the peanut butter dough balls was slapped onto the cookie sheet. "And I do not bake like a snail, either."

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