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gretchen watkins is the spice of life (swashbuckley) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-06 01:21:00

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!2003: 09, !incomplete, delaney twilfitt, gretchen watkins, titus scabior

WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Delaney Twilfitt
WHAT: Delaney needs to talk. Gretchen happens to be nearby.
WHERE: Diagon
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None this time, I promise! Just talk of babies and emotions and girly shit like that/PG13?/Ongoing

Gretchen wasn't exactly sure how it'd come to pass that she was picking up lunch for Trevor, but sure enough, here she was, paying for two meals from the Happy Squid and taking them back to a likely ungrateful partner. Thanking man behind the counter, she snagged the bag of food and took an appreciative sniff as she walked outside, her stomach rumbling slightly.

She was hungrier than she'd thought, which sort of made sense, given that she'd foregone any sort of breakfast meal in favour of spending another hour in bed with Trevor. Not that it had been a bad trade off, mind. The fact remained, however, that this food was going to be greatly appreciated.

Strolling past Delaney's store, Gretchen glanced in idly, still slightly uncomfortable with the fact that both she and Trevor had slept with the woman, on completely separate occasions. She was certain it was a first, she didn't generally sleep with women and she would bet all her gold that Trevor had never shagged a bloke. Given her inclinations, a certain level of crossover was to be expected, but she still found it odd.

Oddness filling her head, Gretchen didn't see Delaney walking towards her until it was too late. The other woman had spotted her and Gretch raised a hand in greeting.

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-06 10:28 am UTC (link)

It had been a full twenty four hours since Delaney had received the news that she was pregnant, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about it, other than terror. She had no parents to talk to, and she had no intention of owling Nico at school to tell him - not yet anyway. She couldn't tell Maeve, because Maeve was already getting tired of her constant shenanigans and Delaney just knew that this would be the last straw.

Briefly she thought of telling Consuela, but in the end decided she couldn't. Consuela would just be too... happy.

Then there was the issue of the father. It could be any one of three men, and Delaney was well aware of how that reflected on her, personally. The idea of telling any of them before she was sure whose it was didn't sit well with her - though the idea of telling them all and watching them fight it out as to who wouldn't have to take responsibility for it, did make her smirk for a moment or two.

Well, at the very least, it was the baby to blame for her vomiting, and not the Squid place. The concept of apologizing for her slanderous remarks on the journals didn't occur to her, but she was suddenly in the mood for drowning her sorrows in a large plate of delicious, junky noodles and chicken.

Actually, scratch that. Perhaps it would be a better idea to ask for beef. She'd got around to reading the pamphlets and it seemed like chicken might not be a great idea unless she was cooking it for herself and knew damn well it was safe. Oh, Merlin, and she couldn't drink, either... if she ended up keeping this baby, there was no way she wanted it to turn out to be mentally retarded... the world had enough Weasleys...

As she was thinking all of this, she walked toward the restaurant and spotted Gretchen. The two of them had seemed to get along alright the one time they'd spent time together, and Delaney was sure that neither of them wanted a repeat of the truly miserable sex they'd shared. She was the closest thing she had to someone to confide in at the moment, at any rate. Friendly enough to talk to, but detached enough that it didn't matter so much if Gretchen had an unfavorable reaction. Delaney waved and walked up to her, doing her best to smile but only managing a weak sort of grimace.

"Hi," she said glumly. "Listen... I sort of... are you busy?"

She had to tell someone, before her head exploded. Looked like Gretchen was going to be it.

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swashbuckley
2010-09-06 06:13 pm UTC (link)

At Delaney's question, Gretchen shrugged and held up the bag of food. "I was just picking up lunch," she started, then shrugged again. Trevor could wait for his food, the lazy bum. "I've got a few minutes."

Although she didn't want to ask, she knew no good would come out of it, she'd only end up being dragged into a conversation about emotions or maybe the utter guilt Delaney felt about cheating on her girlfriend. Gretchen didn't want to hear excuses, nor did she even care. Relationships were most definitely out of her realm of experience and she didn't want to hear more about them.

Yet even so, she found her curiosity getting the better of her. "Why?"

	opportunist 2010-09-07 02:49 am UTC (link)
	Trevor was begining to notince a disturbing pattern to Gretchen's entrances. He listed and eyebrow and casually shut his journal, tossing it onto his desk as swivelled in his chair to face her, tilting back. "Gretch..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	swashbuckley 2010-09-07 03:00 am UTC (link)
	"You," Gretchen jammed her hands on her hips and stared down at him. "Are going to be a fucking father." As the words left her lips, she spun away from him and stalked a few feet away, another spike of anger shuddering through her. All their power, all their wealth, now had the potential to be ruined by some stupid blonde slag. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	swashbuckley 2010-09-07 04:10 am UTC (link)
	Rolling her eyes, Gretchen waggled her fingers at him for the bottle. "I care about our gold, you knob." She retorted, brow furrowed. "If she thinks you're the one who knocked her up, who knows what she might try to do." She pointed at him, warningly, her face serious even though her threat was empty. "I'd kill you before I let her get her hands on our gold." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)