Miriam Strout

It has been an age, and we certainly shouldn’t let it happen again.

But how are you doing? And how’s the baby?

#c: Alice

21 december || the funeral

[He nodded against her before pulling back, feeling a bit less lost in his surroundings] Mind if we sit? I’ve been on my feet pretty much all day.

Of course. [She motioned to the couch.] Sit. Sit. Do you want a drink? I can make tea or cocoa. Or, weirdly, I have the ingredients for whiskey floats. Which could be just plain whiskey if you wanted.

23 February || Open

emmeline-louise-vance

I can’t say that I would necessarily choose this option, but if it works for you… [she trails off.] Would you like me to hide with you so this doesn’t look so weird?

Avoidance of uncomfortable situations is a specialty of mine. It’s simply not a situation where we can be friends right now. So this is really the only option. [She shrugged, looking around as if to spot what was weird.] Weird is the least of my concerns, but you’re welcome to stay if you want.

#c: Emmeline

Yeah, well. You’d think I was stumbling around drunk or something, not late for work for all that was said about me being “irresponsible”. Guess it’s a good thing our schedules have been different lately. [He shook his head] A couple including yourself? That’s rough, Mir. I hope you’ve been able to sleep off some of the stress since. Sometimes people take it a bit far.

They were waiting. I still won’t call it entirely my fault. I can’t wait for this one, though. Ravenclaw and Slytherin, actually, but still a great opportunity, you know?

[Her nose wrinkled at his words.] Is everything okay with, Galvin? He rather sounds like he’s a giant grump, I know he was just worried, but even I know you better to think you’d be out after curfew intentionally. He should give you more credit. [She shrugged, sipping her water.] I only did what needed to be done. Though, I am certainly relieved that it’s over for now.

Probably best that it’s not Hufflepuff when I think about it. This way no one can say you’re anything but fair in your reffing abilities.

March 5, 1980 || Open

Good to know I have an ally. [He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly rather than letting her pull back completely] Least of my problems right now. You didn’t mean it, and there’s not a lot of safe options. Even if I don’t know what happened, falling like that sucks in the long run. My legs took the worst of it, and then they’re worried about yet another concussion. [He shrugged lopsidedly] Just one night in two years, and that was more the fault of chaos than anything. I’d gotten used to it, too.

Always. [She smiled, shaking her head.] Not at all and no. You’ve managed to pretty much elimiate any safe zones at the moment. Once you’re awake more we can do some more pain management for you. I know you’re hard headed, but you’re too hard on your head. [She smiled, shaking her head] I like that ratio. Let’s go back to that after this...

In Need of a Friend| Mir & Davey

Whatever it takes to stop the face tattoo madness. [He nodded and offered her silverware, setting the plate next to her.] Exceptionally flat cookies, just like I promised. Butter? Syrup? I can grab anything you want on ‘em.

Consider the idea tossed aside. [She smiled a little taking the silverware.] Cookies in any form are still cookies and therby excellent. Yes. And Please.

Unexpected Love || Mirvey || AU

There shouldn’t be.

#au: Davey #Yep. We can wrap this up #Also. Heads up. I'm writing these and there is the loss of a two run lead and alcohol.#So if something doesn't make sense....#Just message me or KIK or throw things at me.

Well, if you say so.

March 5, 1980 || Open

Wouldn’t object to you not talking to him either. He might convince you I deserve another. [He reached up and stilled her hand, trying to keep from looking like she’d hurt him] Still a bit sore there. We can definitely find somewhere better. [He raised an eyebrow curiously when she stopped herself] Something else? A whole new level? I know it’s bad, Mir. Some things about being laid up don’t change, and the better people act around you, the worse it tends to be.

Right. Alright. I’ll be sure to plug my ears if he tries. A promise is a promise and this is a quidditch injury. [She pulled her hand back instantly at his words.] I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry. You fell a really long way. I don’t know, it’s nothing. I just came down here to see you without actually looking at your char, and I never expected you to be so....so injured. [She whispered.] I wasn’t there. Just the way Galvin described you falling. You feel so far. You’ll be fine, of course. I guess, I got too used to you not needing to spend days at the hospital.

March 5, 1980 || Open

Can’t say I’m complaining. Heard enough from Galvin already. [He relaxed back against the mattress at her urging, not wanting to push it] Wouldn’t want that, would we, Healer Strout? I can’t control when I wake up, but I’ll be the model patient from here on out and try not to end up in here again. Deal?

Well, then I’ll leave it to Galvin to be the bearer of all lectures this time. [She rubbed his shoulder a little when he laid back again.] No, we wouldn’t. As much as I like spending time with you, we could certainly find better conditions. I thought I’d already seen the worst you could manage, but this was.... [She made a face and switched directions with a smile.] That sounds like a deal I’d be crazy to turn down.

March 5, 1980 || Open

thatonegudgeon:

Wasn’t sure if it’d apply since this is my job ‘stead of playing. [He propped himself up awkwardly to try and watch her do her write but can’t actually see anything] Glad to be awake and see you this round. Guess I was out a bit too long.

Perhaps. Since your job is quidditch, perhaps this is a gray area. [She touched his shoulder, shaking her head.] Don’t push too hard, you’ll injure yourself again and undo all the careful work that’s been done on you. A bit too long might be the understatement of the century. You’re on the mend now though, that’s what matters.

#c: Davey #no text

March 5, 1980 || Open

[Already having woken up once, this time Davey finds himself blinking away a slightly more healthy sleep. He’d been instantly bombarded by his family, Galvin especially intent on giving him a hard time what with thinking he had been trying to show off, before actually getting any semblance of an answer to “what happened”. He’d fallen off his broom, that much was clear. What wasn’t was how. They seemed ready to believe it was his mistake, and even with how fuzzy that day and the weeks before it were, that didn’t feel right.

The only true confirmation had come with regards to his injuries. A few broken ribs and his shoulder almost healed. His legs and the ever tormented knee had collapsed when he hit the ground, breaking in enough places where they needed a bit more time to heal. His head was the main concern. Whiplash from being caught, impact with the ground, and a history of concussions putting him as a wildcard that needed to be watched pretty much constantly. All he wanted to do was sleep.

They let him with the promise of waking him up later for more checks, but when Davey opened his eyes, it wasn’t the healer he’d talked to. He almost shut him again, but instead he groaned and stiffly moved to rub at his face.] Here to lecture me too?

I believe I promised not to lecture you about quidditch anymore. I’m just here doing my job. [She shrugged as she made a note on the chart and then sat in the chair with a shrug.] Or someone else’s really, but it seemed silly to have someone else check you when I was already here. I am glad to see you awake.

Unexpected Love || Mirvey || AU

You have yet to disappoint. I’d blindly trust you with anything by now.

#au: Davey #Unexpected Love

Blind trust. Right. No pressure at all there.

In Need of a Friend| Mir & Davey

You know if I’m discouraging it, it’s probably a bad idea. [He pulled the pancakes off and set them on a plate before draining the noodles and turning back to her] Now. You hungry? Cause round one is up.

Truer words have never been spoken. [She eyed the food, still not certain that she had much of an appetite, but the fact that Davey had gone to so much trouble would ensure she ate it anyway.] Absolutely. Who would turn down pancakes. Especially ones that look so good.

#c: Davey #no text

xenoforthenargles

February 14 || Open

xenoforthenargles

I am sure it would be an excellent one at that. [He shrugged] It’s never been my favorite, and what little I did have planned, I no longer have reason to follow through with.

#Through the Years #Face #The Queue Will Come Out Tomorrow

I rather think the chocolate is the best part of it. [She raised an eyebrow curiously, but managed to restrain herself from getting too nosy.] No? Is everything alright?

#c: Xeno

23 February || Open

emmeline-louise-vance

So instead of just walking right past him you are going to hide from him like you’re two or something?