Quinn Chambers (quinn_way) wrote in witchway, @ 2008-01-29 03:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | chambers curse, hannah, marriage contract, mortimer chambers, quinn, st. mungo's |
Quinn, Hannah and Mortimer - Father knows best!
Who: Quinn, Hannah and Mortimer Chambers
When: Monday afternoon Jan. 28
Where: St. Mungo's and a break room
What: Hormones, Hospitals and Humiliation
"Holly, looking fantastic as always. How's it going?"
Quinn smiled charmingly at the platinum haired welcome witch - one of the newer additions to St. Mungo's in the past couple years. And, in most peoples opinions, a welcome one indeed. Holly grinned back, the dimples in her cheeks deepening as she twirled a strand of unnaturally blonde hair around her finger. "It's been so. Slow. You have, like, no idea. But it's much better now that I have someone to talk to," she pouted, her lower lip sticking out while she looked up at him with large brown eyes.
"I actually can't stay, but I wouldn't pass by without saying hello to the best welcome witch St. Mungo's has ever seen," he told her winningly, giving her a wink and glancing at the lift. "Can you tell me what floor the Obliviation trainee is on?"
Holly giggled, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and giving Quinn one last look up through heavily mascaraed eyelashes before she shifted through some papers on her desk. "She's in exam room 46, near Janus Thickey. Just came back from her house call so you should catch her!"
"Thanks Holly, you're a peach," Quinn declared, winking at her one more time and heading for the lift - a brown paper bag of takeout from Cumin to Get You in one hand. Whistling a jaunty Merlin's Beard tune under his breath, he tapped his foot impatiently on the lift floor while he waited to arrive at the fourth floor. Once he arrived, he practically shot out of the doors and down the hall, turning expertly around corners as he glanced at exam room doors looking for number 46.
A door opened, and a short, middle-aged witch with a streak of white in her greying black hair beamed up at Hannah as they came out into the hallway. "I can't remember any of it!"
Hannah smiled back at her, although not with the pure joy of her patient. "That was the goal, Mrs. Harris," she said, gesturing down the hallway. "Please let us know immediately, though, if you experience any odd flashes of memory, or anything else unusual." Although, by now, Hannah was quite certain that she wouldn't. After doing over seventy-five Obliviations that month, she was less worried about making mistakes than of the consequences of having not made a single one.
"I will, of course I will," Mrs. Harris said, shaking her hand. "Thank you again, Miss Abbott. Thank you so much."
When Mrs. Harris was walking off down the hall for the lift, Hannah spotted Quinn and grinned. "Hi," she said, self-consciously straightening her deep red blouse and charcoal skirt as she came up to him. "What are you doing here?"
Bending in to give her a quick kiss, Quinn held up the paper takeout bag. "Lunch. I thought you might be hungry. And I never get to see you work, so why not now?" Dangling the bag in front of her eyes. "It's Indian. I know how much you like it. I know you can't resist the curry."
"Okay, okay," she said, laughing. "I have a long break now between appointments, anyway. Let me just tell Frost I'll be gone for awhile." She ducked back into ward 46, a small, narrow room with only a few beds, and caught Frost's attention. "I'm going to go to lunch now. Our next appointment isn't until 2:30, right?"
"Right," Frost confirmed, with a glance between her and Quinn. He stood up and reached for his briefcase. "Good idea, I should take mine now, too. Meet you back here at 2:20?"
Hannah nodded and went back out into the hallway, heading for the lift. "So, is Cho okay?"
Quinn grimaced. They'd snuck into a Muggle luxury hotel, taken over the gym for hours, found an unused room to occupy without the staff knowing, and spent the night jumping on the beds. Well, the parts of the night that didn't involve Cho crying on his shoulder and her guilt tripping him into singing what he could remember of 'Fly, Fly, Fly' and improvising the rest, with dance moves, until he could finally coax a smile from her. "I don't know. I think I cheered her up somewhat, but she's got a lot on her mind."
Shrugging, he pressed the button to take them to the seventh floor. "There's a break room in the left wing that no one ever uses. You can eat in peace there."
"All right," she said, giving him a slightly suspicious glance out of the corner of her eye, based on the tail end of their conversation the night before. "It smells delicious." Even though she wasn't particularly hungry. But she'd try to eat since he was there. She probably really needed to, since she'd been holding off on the chocolate since before going to Hogsmede.
Stepping off the lift, Quinn put a hand that wasn't carrying curry on her lower back and turned her towards the left. The floor was mostly deserted, so there was no one to question them as he approached an unremarkable door and pushed it open to reveal a shabby break room. "No one on this floor uses this one. There are nicer ones on other floors that are so much nicer," he explained, dropping the bag onto the table and pulling a chair out for her. "So how's your day been?"
Hannah sat down and let Quinn push her chair in. "It's been...all right," she said. The last thing she wanted was to tell him about any of the memories she'd seen that day or the constant queasy, shaking feeling they left behind after he'd said that she wasn't cut out for it. "It was nice to see Hogsmeade looking so lively again."
"Is that where your house call was?" he asked, taking a piece of naan from her meal and tearing a chunk off. "I haven't been to Hogsmeade in ages."
Hannah nodded. "It was at one of the houses," she said, opening the containers and pouring her tikka masala over the rice. "A little girl who...who saw both of...well, we don't need to talk about that sort of thing over lunch. Are you headed to the studio after this?"
Nodding, Quinn swallowed his bread and watched her prepare her food. "Yeah. Fixing some last minute things before the official album release based on the reviews of the advanced sales. And then Arion's helping me write some music to match up with another song I'm working on."
"Another song?" she asked, stirring the curry into the rice without being in any real hurry about it. "What's this one about?"
"Eyes," he said simply, taking her fork from her and scooping up some food - holding it up to her mouth expectantly. "Open wide."
She opened her mouth and let him feed her, chewing thoroughly before she swallowed. "Eyes...just eyes in general?"
"Basically," he shrugged, taking another forkful for himself. "Oh, so Andy and I had an interesting conversation. Don't worry about Megan, really. Everything will be fine."
"Really?" she said, scooping up some rice with a piece of naan. "What did he have to say?"
"Basically that he does love her, he just has problems with saying it and he's trying to get over them. He also wants to marry her when he can afford it. So he isn't just jerking her around." Tearing another piece of naan off, he chewed it thoughtfully. "Also something about there being no milk until there's a wedding."
Hannah covered her mouth with her hand as she started laughing. "Did he say anything about biscuits?"
Forehead furrowing, Quinn shook his head. "Nope. I didn't think Megan liked biscuits."
"Wrong kind of biscuits!" Hannah said, laughing harder. "At least, I hope she ended up liking these biscuits..."
Quinn's interest was suddenly piqued. "Are there code names I don't know about? Because it sounds as if there are..."
"Do you remember the night Andy practically kicked us out of the flat all of a sudden?"
"Yeah. The night he finally got lucky," Quinn said, stealing a bite of her rice.
Her cheeks started to get hot. "And, um, remember how I was afraid I'd offended her? Her mum was telling her things like blokes not buying the cow if they can get the milk for free, so I...I sort of had to make up a metaphor to explain that there was something between snogging and milk--biscuits--and point her in the direction of what that might be."
"Well that explains why he said he was buying a slender, bouncy cow," Quinn laughed, barely managing to choke the words out. "I imagine that was a brilliant conversation. Please, continue. What did you say to her?"
"Not much more than that!" she said, blushing more. "I didn't want to scare her, so I mentioned that people could do things with their hands or...or I think I said something about kissing somewhere other than on the mouth, and it still wasn't the same as actually having a glass of milk, and that's when she got the idea and we got thrown out."
"When Andy says you helped he sure wasn't kidding!" Wiping his watering eyes with the back of his hand, he shook his head and took a deep breath. "Wow. This explains so much. Why don't we have fun nicknames like milk and biscuits?"
"I don't know," Hannah said, pushing at the curry with her fork. "None have come up? Maybe we should think of some."
"I can think of better inspiration than just thinking," he said with a grin, reaching out for her hand with his and leaning across the table to pull her into a kiss. "Have I mentioned yet that I missed you?"
"Not today," she said, pulling back far enough to look into his eyes. "I missed you, too. A lot. A lot more than I should've for just one night. I mean...I ended up going out to do my paperwork at a bar, just to be around people." The corner of her mouth quirked up. "Pathetic, right?"
"Not pathetic," he corrected, scooting his chair closer to hers so that there wasn't a table between them. "I'm glad you missed me. Means you were thinking of me. I like that you think of me."
"I think about you all the time," she said, moving her chair a little closer to his. At least that got her out of eating more for the moment.
Taking her face in his hands, he met her lips with his and kissed her hard, forgetting the mostly uneaten curry and that the room was barely the size of a shoebox. He hadn't kissed her in over twenty-four hours. That was nearly unheard of! And now the need to make up for the past day had the intensity rising.
For a moment, she forgot where they were and kissed him back, her worn-out nerves reviving in a way that almost made it feel good to have felt so bad before. But that triggered a memory of where she was, and what that meant, and she pulled back, resting her forehead against his. "You know, technically, even if I'm on a break I'm still at work right now."
"So? You have till 2:20 and no one knows where we are," he reminded her, moving down her jaw and down towards her neck while his hands dropped to her hips. "And I missed you."
"What if someone walks in?" she asked, the thought making her blush more the further down his lips moved.
Pulling her hips closer to his, Quinn's mouth moved to the top of her red blouse, one hand sneaking up to undo the first button and nudge it aside with his nose. "If anyone comes in here, it would just be to do what we're doing."
Hannah bit her lip, focusing on the pain instead of how much she wanted him to undo another button. "Are you sure about that? Let's...let's cast a, um...a ward. On the door."
Taking his wand from his pocket, he cast a silencing charm on the door without looking, dropping his wand on the table when it was set and reaching for her buttons again. Two, three, four. "You're wearing the bra!" he exclaimed, head shooting up with a grin akin to a child on Christmas.
She laughed, her cheeks glowing a little more. Hooking a finger through one of the red velvet straps to pull it up higher on her shoulder, she glanced down at the black lace that covered the cups of the bra. "I didn't want to lie about it twice, and this time I knew you'd be able to check. I just thought it would be later."
"I'm not very patient," he laughed, making short work of her remaining buttons and opening the shirt fully to give the bra the admiration it deserved. Hands back on her hips, he pulled her suddenly to his lap. "It needs closer examination," he explained.
"I should've known you were here to see my bra and not me," she said, and then sent a nervous glance toward the door. She took a deep breath and looked back at him. She was just being paranoid...he'd warded the door. They were alone. There wasn't anything she was supposed to be doing, and honestly, this was healthier than eating a chocolate bar.
Once he felt her relax, Quinn pulled her lips back down to his, kissing her as hard and intensely as he could, his hands trying to touch every exposed piece of her skin that he could. He felt the need to be closer to her, despite how close they actually were. Nothing felt close enough.
She twisted toward him as much as she could, weaving her fingers through his hair as she pulled him deeper into the kiss, but she couldn't get as close as she wanted to, not with her legs trapped in her narrow skirt. So she tried to get there just by kissing him harder.
Frustrated, Quinn found the hem of her skirt and jerked it up to her waist in order to free her legs and allow her to move closer to him. It felt almost like Hogwarts, sneaking off to fool around in forbidden places, and it only made everything that much more electric.
She lifted up off his lap just enough to move one leg to the other side of his without breaking their kiss, settling back tight against him. She could feel the heat still growing in her cheeks, echoed in the rest of her body. "Maybe we should spend more time apart," she said, barely able to catch her breath before she was kissing him again.
Quinn made some sort of noise in return that could be taken either way, and his intensity shot through the roof. Securing his hands under her, he stood from his chair with her in his arms, sitting her on the table and burying his lips into her neck.
Reaching behind her, Hannah made sure that the food wasn't in harm's way, and then she leaned back, pulling Quinn with her.
Feeling her legs lock around his waist and her hands tangle in his hair, Quinn leaned over her on the table and pressed his hips against her - losing himself in the way she felt and tasted and sounded. He was so lost, that the sound of the door opening and a throat clearing didn't even register.
But those sounds didn't fail to register in Hannah's ears. She froze beneath Quinn, all of the heat in her veins turning to ice, and every muscle that had been pulling him closer willed him to stop all at once. Her eyes snapped open, but she wished they hadn't as soon as they focused on the doorway. Mortimer Chambers. Merlin, she was there on her back, half dressed, and the worst person in the world she could think of to see that was standing there, glaring at them. And the worst part was she couldn't seem to do anything about it.