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Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-10-06 11:04:00

Entry tags:

!2003:10, !incomplete, !open, maeve sheridan

Characters: Maeve Sheridan and Open
Setting: Flourish and Blott's, Wednesday afternoon.
Summary: Taking the afternoon to run errands and trying not to get lost in thought. And failing.
Rating/Warning: TBD

Maeve stepped out of the bakery, clutching her cup of coffee and stepped back against the front of the shop, out of the foot traffic, to sip her drink and observe. Normally she would have promptly turned down the Alley without hesitation. She knew what she needed, what shops she had to stop in and flowed from one errand to the next without a second thought. But the weather had finally started to turn and Diagon Alley in autumn was her favourite; taking a moment to enjoy the day only seemed fitting.

When she was younger Maeve had loved Hogwarts, it was her sanctuary from the first day, the place she felt herself even if she had spent most of her life in the muggle world. Since leaving school the Alley had supplanted Hogwarts as that special haven in her mind. During her apprenticeship it was a place she go and decompress without having to retreat to her family and their mundane lives. And since then it'd just become home, her little world that offered virtually everything she needed without having to leave. She was quite lucky, she thought, easing back into the crowd heading towards Flourish and Blotts.

What was less lucky, she considered as she took finished her drink and tossed it in the bin as she passed, was her 'love life,' quotation marks included. Delaney was...she needed a word other than complicated, it was starting to lose it's impact after all the times she'd thought it. She was not fond of children, not in the slightest, and pregnancy she'd always found discomfiting. But even if Delaney wasn't aware of her feelings she thought it at least understandable that she'd needed time to process the news. Since the first day the other woman had been a roller coaster, being too forward, holding back, throwing one stumbling block in front of her after another. Maeve wasn't good at assessing her own feelings but she'd wanted to stay with Delaney and she knew that spoke volumes. Relationships weren't her, even if she liked being around the other person she liked the independence they maintained. However, having to be around a child, even one not born yet, was something different.

Her mind wandered along that particular downward spiral as she wandered into the book shop and headed for the Potions section. Lost in thought, she stared at the titles, forgetting what she was looking for exactly for a moment and sighed.

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tigertiger
2010-10-09 01:45 am UTC (link)

He actually wasn't a typical palm reader. He didn't read a lot of specific things and like any good student who paid any attention he could list off her qualities by looking at the state of her heart and life lines and the plumpness of the mounds of her hand. That wasn't what seemed important to say at the moment though.

What he was reading was her magic, the way it buzzed hot around her, the colors it gave off, where on her palm it seemed to escape the most. Sometimes it brought visions to him, too and these were what he tried to channel the most for a quick and sucessful read.

But every image in his head was either some blonde witch he had never seen before, a baby boy, or Marcus Flint which really threw him off. He furrowed his brows.

"Are you a mother? I don't... I mean, do you have a child? Or maybe a young brother?"

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	few_and_far 2010-10-09 02:10 am UTC (link)
	"No, no!" Maeve said, more forcefully than she would have liked, and pulled her hand back. Delaney popped into her head but she forced it out and turned back to the shelf. "Definitely not. And I'm the youngest. So, wrong again sibyl." Served her right for indulging the ridiculousness. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

tigertiger
2010-10-09 02:49 am UTC (link)

Despite loosing physical contact when she worked her hand back out of his grip the visions lingered. That ache he had was getting worse now and he just couldn't shake the vision of a damned baby and Marcus! Maybe it was Marcus he should be speaking to but... this all came from her, he was sure of it.

"Okay maybe not your baby.. you don't Marcus Flint, do you? I'm sorry, I really can't shake this vision."

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	few_and_far 2010-10-10 03:23 am UTC (link)
	This time, Maeve felt generally clueless at his question and simply shrugged her shoulders. She was much more comfortable with this, ridiculous accusations and questions that obviously had nothing to do with her. "Qudditch player, isn't he?" She pulled down a volume that looked promising and started flipping through. "Don't know him. I follow the Bats." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	tigertiger 2010-10-15 06:57 pm UTC (link)
	Stephen shook his head again and sighed. Maybe he wasn't reading her right after all. "Yes.. for the Falcons. I actually follow Wigtown myself," he muttered, a hand reaching up to snake through his hair. He shrugged helplessly. "Nevermind. I guess. I'm sorry to have bothered you, thanks for humoring me, at least." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

few_and_far
2010-10-17 01:58 am UTC (link)

"Hm?" Maeve stared at the pages as she idly flipped through them without paying attention to the text. She didn't like seers and she didn't like divination and she didn't like when the thoughts in her head were not the ones she wanted in there. "Wigtown huh," she shrugged, the Wanderers were one of those teams that always seemed to get lost in the ranks to her, unless the Bats were playing them, she just forgot about them.

She stowed the book under her arm and glanced back at him, unperturbed but his expression. "You're welcome," she said, turning back to the stacks.

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tigertiger
2010-10-21 02:28 am UTC (link)

He almost left it that, almost turned away and sheepishly stalked off but another pang of.. something hit him. A pain that has him closing his eyes and uttering the first few words that came out of his mouth. His voice was different, low and husky.

"Don't let the baby stop what you have," and there it was. Suddenly he felt light and that ache he had been nursing was gone in a flash. Stephen made a face and scratched the back of his head for a moment before shrugging helplessly.

"Well. It was nice to meet you, anyway."

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