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Tweak says, "Hangman, its not your fault"

Patricia Stimpson (trishstimpson) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-21 20:10:00

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!2003: 09, !incomplete, alixandr savage, patricia stimpson

Who: Alixandr Savage and Patricia Stimpson
When: this early evening
Where: Diagon Alley near the WWW
What: Random run in makes for a surprise reunion.
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: closed

Most women enjoyed shopping and Trish did to a certain extent. Today though she wasn't enjoying it. She didn't have anything she needed magically any more. All her old robes were full of holes. Her potion supplies ruined. Her books outdated. She needed to go on a major shopping spree and so she'd started in the afternoon and the day wore on and on and she was making a dent in her considerable list of needed items. She was pleased that there were a number of items she could have owled home, such as all her potion supplies. She certainly didn't want to be carrying them around.

Now though her night was wrapping up and there was one more store she wanted to check out. She'd heard before she'd left that the Weasley twins had opened a joke shop. And of course she'd heard quite a lot of talk about it as she'd traversed Diagon Alley today. She had to check it out. What sort of Gryffindor alumni would she be if she didn't check out a store owned by two of the most famous pranksters from her old house? And it could have the potential to let her meet up with old friends, friends she needed to reconnect with. Part of her wished she'd run into him, but that wasn't likely to happen.

Was he still an Auror? Was he successful? Had he... had he even survived the war? The thought that he hadn't caused a pang of pain to shoot through her chest that made her short of breath. Of course she pushed that away. Quentin had told her to talk to him. He had to be alive for her to do that, right? He would have told her differently if he wasn't, right? There was no way he'd have been cruel enough to mean speak to a ghost or a headstone. No. Alix was alive. Alive and well and probably deliriously happy without her. And that is what she deserved.

Of course she was so lost in thought that as she neared the shop she didn't see the man that was standing in front of it. She did, however, notice him just as she slammed into him, jarring them both and causing her to drop her bags full of parchment, quills and ink all over the ground.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," she cried out, not even looking at him. She simply dropped into a crouch quickly, head ducked down and hair falling in front of her face as she started gathering her items again, tsking under her breath as she found a cracked inkwell. "My favorite ink... I should have been watching! I was so caught up in my own thoughts."

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savagelaw
2010-09-22 01:14 am UTC (link)

Things had gotten so complicated in his life. Alix didn’t often talk much about the love that he’d lost anymore, but he found himself speaking about it that day. He couldn’t help but hope that there was some way that she was still out there. Even if she wasn’t with him...he hoped that she was happy somewhere. As much as it hurt him to think about the possibility that she was with someone else, he just wished he knew she was alive. To take his mind off of it, he had gone into the WWW in hopes of getting some inspiration for one of his cases.

Defending George and Fred Weasley wasn’t easy, but it was a lot more fun than being an Auror. It took his mind off of the death that he saw in the war. He’d been changed irrevocably by what he saw, but his determination to still live his life as fully and happily as he could had kept him sane. He didn’t leave the store with anything other than a few ideas. But that seemed to be rather fortunate, because only a few moments after he exited the store, someone ran directly into him. It wasn’t enough to put him completely off balance, but enough to shock him.

Before he could really react, she was apologizing and already picking up the things that she’d dropped. The voice was something like a blast from the past, but as he looked down at her...the hair was different, and he couldn’t really see her face, “It’s fine,” he said, almost sounding a bit far away, his Scottish accent heavy.

With a deft swish of his wand, the cracked inkwell was repaired, and whatever ink was salvageable was contained. He couldn’t help but notice that it was the same ink Trish used to use, “I wasn’t paying attention either. No harm done, except perhaps to your ink...lovely lavender, isn’t it?” he said as he crouched down there beside her, trying to help her gather up her materials. Admitting to knowing the name of the ink was hardly something most men would fess up to, but he’d teased Trish about it years ago. He refused to let himself hope that this was Trish. He’d already seen two look-a-likes this week. He wasn’t quite sure he could handle a third...even if they did use the same ink. His heart constricted...he missed her so damn much.

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trishstimpson
2010-09-22 01:43 am UTC (link)

It was nice to hear an accent that wasn't strictly British or Australian. It was odd to realize just how much she'd missed it. And the voice... It reminded her of him. Couldn't be him though. That'd just be too lucky for her. She certainly didn't deserve such like. It was nice to fantasize though. She had the pleasant thought that she'd tilt her head up and smile and there he'd be. She pushed such thoughts out of her mind though. It was better to not get lost in her mind again because that was how she'd ended up in this mess after all.

When the inkwell repaired she smiled, clutching it in her hand happily. This was her favorite ink. She loved writing with this ink. She remembered all the time she wrote notes and letters to Alix with this ink and how he'd tease her about it. She didn't mind though because she knew he didn't mean it. She was certain he liked those notes as much as she enjoyed writing them. She used to leave them for him all the time.

His voice though penetrated her thoughts again. It was so painfully familiar. And he knew the name of the ink? That was highly unusual, especially for a male. She stuffed the ink back in her bag, grabbing the last of her things and hastily pushing it in. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath in and slowly released it before letting her eyes open as she tilted her head back and looked up. "Thank you for your help."

At about that time she got a good look at him and her eyes widened as they latched on to him. No, no, no, no. It couldn't be. He couldn't be here. She couldn't have found him already. She had a week! A week to make herself ready for their first meeting where she'd grovel and have a pretty speech all prepared and be ready for him to tell her he hated her! He couldn't be in front of her now!

"I, uh, I mean, that is, er," she couldn't seem to get a sentence out now. She was starring. He was going to think she was insane. Maybe he wouldn't recognize her? "Lovely lavender, yeah. Um, hi. No, I mean, that is... Shutting up now."