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"Woah there -- Hannah, right? Deep breaths, breathe through your nose..."

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@katie-bbm
"Oh this can’t be happening.. I had my wand just moments ago…. Oh they’ll never let me graduate Healer training at this rate!"
"Woah there -- Hannah, right? Deep breaths, breathe through your nose..."
"You don’t have to do anything because I don’t need proof. I care about you, too, and would easily put you above everyone else without question; I see that’s a one sided thing, though. Not that I care. Well, then we’d all better bloody hope our children take after their mother. No one would want to know them if they’re anything like me.”
"You did not just -- how did we even -- You know what Marcus, it's like you just want everything that I say to mean not what I want it to mean. Why would you even say it's a one sided thing, it's not. I want our kids to be like you, I want them to take after their father. Merlin."
"No, not really. Well, I spent the summer after the… incident… Talking to my dad about it. But this happens every once in a while. And… it’s not nice."
"I know the feeling -- I mean not exactly but I kind of do. It's scary to be honest."
"Yeah. No, it’s okay. I just… Ah, hell. I just need a drink."
"Don't we all ... Have you um --- talked to anyone about it?"
"It’s the chamber, Katie… I just. Fuck."
"Oh Ginny --"
"To drown the memories."
"Oh -- that bad hmm..."
"You’re the last person I want to be rude to, Katie, but I really don’t care about your very close friendship with Wood. I don’t want to hear about it. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly his biggest fan. Yeah, well, maybe it won’t be my time—it wouldn’t surprise me. Flints aren’t known to support one another.”
"What do I have to do to prove to you that I will support you, not because we are going to be married but because I want to. I care about you Marcus, and I also care about many of my friends, whether you are their biggest fan or not -- because so far you haven't liked anyone. Bells support each other, and you are going to be a Bell too."
"Who’s up for a drink?"
"Me -- What we drinking to?"
Baby Flints | Marcus & Katie
Panic -- Sheer alarm.
A ball of nerves had taken root in Katie's stomach the moment the afflictive thought had entered her mind. While she did her best -- referring back to her calming exercises of deep breaths and thinking positive thoughts, they wouldn't work. Nothing was working and the nerves had begun to make her stomach feel sick, which only made her feel more alarm.
They hadn't used protection.
Katie hadn't taken a potion in preparation before the event because she hadn't anticipated seducing and sleeping with Marcus right after his Quidditch game. She hadn't even anticipated them having anything more than a calm conversation, and after the event she had been so lost in her own thoughts and feelings she had forgotten to stop by a potioneer and pick one up. But that was all over and done with, because suddenly the thought of having children with Marcus was much more than just a far off future requirement--it could have been a reality, now.
It took everything within Katie to calmly apparate outside of Marcus's place, her fist lightly knocking on the door before wiping her palms on her jeans nervously. She couldn't think straight; she hadn't been able to sleep or eat or think of anything beyond what she was going to do, how Marcus was going to react, what was going to happen? She wasn't ready, but that didn't seem to matter currently. Her fist nervously knocked on the door again until it seemed she was pounding against the wood, her breathing shallow while her thoughts raced.
"I… I want to let it out, Katie. Trust me, I really do. Having this weighing on my shoulders each day, and keeping it all bottled inside is killing me, but I can’t release it anywhere. Journals aren’t my thing, and the few people I trust enough to talk to are the people that I can’t afford to lose—you being one of them. You can reassure me that I wouldn’t lose you all you please, but… if you knew, I can’t help getting the feeling your loyalty would die. It’d have every reason to. I’m not as strong as you are, Katie. I can’t even so much as begin to move on.”
"If you trust us enough to talk to us, you have to trust that you won't lose us -- you won't lose me, my loyalty and my love for you won't die. I'm one of those people you can't get rid of, even if you wanted to, hehe. You are stronger than you believe."
You remembered? | Oliver & Katie
Years since graduating Hogwarts and Katie can still remember the moment she arrived at Hogwarts and met Oliver Wood. He was only three years her senior and already he had made a name of himself when it came to Quidditch, something she admired while it simultaneously intimidated her. Who was she, a measly first year who had only ever played Quidditch with her childhood friends and her father to talk to Oliver Wood -- a Quidditch protege and good looking bloke. It wasn't until Katie tried out for the Gryffindor team herself that she had her first real conversation with Oliver and somehow between grueling four in the morning Quidditch practices, late night sneaking to the kitchens and light hearted conversations, Katie and Oliver became friends -- very close friends. Of course Katie, like almost every girl in Hogwarts it seemed, carried a torch for Oliver, but it was never something Katie acted upon -- just friends.
It seemed like years since Katie had last seen Oliver, between her retiring from professional Quidditch and traveling for ten months and Oliver's intense Quidditch schedule, it seemed that neither had the time to visit one another, so when Katie had stumbled into Oliver by surprise she quickly took him up on the offer of lunch, vegetarian none the less -- something she was surprised he remembered.
Katie found herself standing in front of her mirror with two minutes before Oliver was to arrive debating between two completely different blouses that in actuality looked almost identical. Maybe it was a girl thing, or maybe she was nervous to see Oliver, either way she continued her internal debate about which one was better -- the black one or the white one. It wasn't until she heard her intercome ring, announcing someone await at the door downstairs that she decided on neither, grabbing a blue one instead. She quickly pressed the button to allow Oliver to come upstairs, pulling the shirt over her head right as she unlocked her door, opening it as she saw Oliver's brown hair come up the stairs. "Hey, right here."
Dragon Cuddles | Charlie & Katie
Cuddling dragons -- when Charlie had told Katie that he could actually have her cuddle a dragon, and have her return home with relatively limited damage done to her, Katie's disbelief was high and she doubted it was possible, because who actually wanted to cuddle dragons. All her life she had been told about the dangers of dragons, they were fire breathing monsters and she had witnessed the ferocity of them -- especially during the TriWizard Tournament during her fifth year at Hogwarts, so she wasn't quite sure why she was getting ready to meet her inevitable death, but she was.
Dressed as comfortably as she could while still looking presentable in a pair of skinny jeans and a jumper, she was ready -- though that term was rather relative as her stomach did flips and her palms had begun to sweat. Charlie Weasley had been a star and quite possibly the most sought after male when she was a first year, though of course she had never dreamed of even spending time with him -- not then, and certainly not now. But she found herself being intrigued in the young man for a more biased reason then she typically would allow, he was after all the man marrying her best friend Alicia, and while she knew he was a good man she wanted to get to know him on a more personal level.
Katie let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding when she saw Charlie approach her at the cafe they had decided to meet at, figuring it was easier to travel from Diagon Alley than from either of their homes. She stood slowly, wiping her hands on her jeans and having a bright smile on her face once the ginger haired male approached her. "Hey,"
"Not just very good, love. Incredible.”
"I can’t really answer that, to be perfectly honest with you. I have absolutely no idea what I’d be doing if I wasn’t playing professionally—it’s never really been something I’ve thought about. Oh, so your bias is heightened all because Wood’s on the team, is it? That’s just lovely. Personally, I’d have thought you’d hope for your children to support their father’s team, but that’s just fine. Never mind me.”
"Don't do that, Marcus. Puddlemere was the team I grew up with, and yes when Olive got signed to them I was an even bigger supporter. Oliver has been a very close friend of mine through out school. But as I stated earlier; it doesn't matter what team our children support, whether it be the team I grew up with or the team their father plays on, which is more likely."
"I don’t want to keep holding onto this; it’s eating at me every day and driving me crazy, but I can’t let it go, Katie. Not when I’m forever being reminded of what I did.”
"It took me months to begin the process of moving on after the war and after the incident and this isn't something that just goes away, it is permanently with you. My um -- the person I was seeing, he says talking about it with someone you trust is the first step. That doesn't have to be me, write it in a journal or anything but you have to let it out, whatever it may be..."
"Trust me, you didn’t disappoint me at all."
"Easy with the string of questions, love. Let’s see… no, I haven’t really thought of doing anything else. Quidditch is what I enjoy the most; of course I want it to be tied in with my career. Who wouldn’t? I’ve supported the Falcons for as long as I can remember, so I suppose they were my 'dream team', if that’s what you want to call it. As for going to many matches—no, not really. I went to a few, but that’s about it.”
"Oh -- well that is good, very good then."
"So if you had to do something besides play Quidditch, what would you do? That makes sense, I don't think anyone is crazy enough to play Quidditch, especially professionally if they don't truly love the sport. I always supported Puddlemere United, I suppose even more since Oliver got recruited, but they are my dad's favorite team so I grew up going to their games. I kind of want the same for my kids; you know, for them to enjoy the environment at games. It's some of my fondest memories, and playing Quidditch, of course -- even if they don't support Puddlemere U, as long as they have fun."
"I wasn’t asked. I did something worse than he did because I’m selfish—I did it because I wanted to. That makes me… I’m awful, Katie. I mean it.”
"Awful people don't realize they are awful, and you Noah, are not awful because you can see that whatever you did was -- what you had to do, for whatever reason. You can't keep holding on to this, you need to move past this guilt."
"Well, I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you."
"A bit, but it’s nothing too terrible. It’s not as though I have to have each and every meal planned out for me—there are just certain requirements I have to ensure I’m meeting with what I eat in a day. Yes, you can come if you’d like to."
"I didn't disappoint you right... Because if I did, we have years to work on it."
"So have you ever thought of doing anything besides being a Quidditch player? Were the Falcons your dream team? What team did you grow up supporting as a kid? Did you go to many matches as a child? I would like that, very much."