just you wait

And when my time is up, have I done enough? Will they tell my story?

[olliemallory]

eveeclove:

       “It’s tall and handsome,” she said with absolute elation as soon as he had caught her attention. “I had no idea Mallory bread pudding was an option, I would like to have that, my good sir. I’ve been a very obedient patient.”

       She grinned softly before she shrugged. “Recovering from a concussion. But I’ve  dealt with those before on the quidditch field. Nasty buggers those Bludgers. There are others worse off. I’m hoping to get out soon to free up bed space. Maybe volunteer and help a bit.”

Oliver broke out in laughter at her reaction to his presence, one hand over his stomach as the sound resonated through the room. It had been a couple of days since he'd laughed like that, and he made absolutely no effort to contain it. "Tall and handsome, well that's a nickname I do not mind having. The name is Oliver Mallory, though."

He made a mental note to make his new friend some of the famed pudding the next time they met. "Evee, right?" He walked in the room, sitting on the available chair not far from her bed. "Quidditch? I used to be a keeper. Haven't been on a broom in a while." He nodded his head at her words. "Glad you're feeling alright. I've been doing that - handing out coffee, blankets, snacks. Mostly to the families in the waiting room." He didn't feel like laughing anymore. "Your cousin, the singer - how is she?"

[olliemallory]

eveeclove:

        “Well, if the one thing the hospital has going for them…  it’s their pudding.”

"Really? You call that pudding?" Ollie scrunched up his nose before chuckling. "You've clearly never had the Mallory bread pudding. It's a life changer." His eyes scanned the room. "How are you feeling?"

[olliemallory]

brcckedev:

             she listened carefully, her eyes glued to the floor as she nodded up              and down with each new fact that he presented her. it was difficult             to stomach, but what made it worse was the fact that brooke didn’t             know ANY of these people. she could only   I M A G I N E   how it felt            for others; their family, their friends. she was mourning people she’d            never met and it felt disgusting, in a way. she’d never been one with            soft and empathetic connections, but his touch actually  D I D  help              her calm down. if only a little. 

a noise fell from her mouth as she immediate tried to cover it up, sniffling and wiping her eyes before nodding to herself. “ crying never helped anyone, right? ” with that, she began to unwrap the sandwich he’d given her. normally she would’ve simply ripped it apart, the brilliant girl probably one of the messiest people in the world, but today she felt CLEAN. “ is everyone on your end okay?

His grip on her shoulder tightened a little, as if trying to remind her that he was there, at the heartbreaking sound that came out of her mouth. Healers and nurses had told him that once he actually let himself slow down, he too would feel the psychological impact of it all. He'd nodded at them with a reassuring smile, knowing that he was already feeling it, and running around doing something was his only way to cope. "If you need to, well, you need to." Once again, the corners of his lips rose. The more he did it, the easier it felt.

"I don't really have an end." Ollie was somewhat relieved at seeing her unwrapping the food; Brooke would be fine, with time. Certainly. "My date - did I end up telling you about her? Emmeline? She's good. So are you. I didn't know most of the other people. I came to make friends." He sighed. Funnily enough, the two always seemed to be following parallel lines, far too similar sometimes. "I should go home to let Hade know I'm okay. I just... Can't feel alright with myself if I leave. Y'know?"

[olliemallory]

brcckedev:

             she listened carefully, her eyes glued to the floor as she nodded up              and down with each new fact that he presented her. it was difficult             to stomach, but what made it worse was the fact that brooke didn’t             know ANY of these people. she could only   I M A G I N E   how it felt            for others; their family, their friends. she was mourning people she’d            never met and it felt disgusting, in a way. she’d never been one with            soft and empathetic connections, but his touch actually  D I D  help              her calm down. if only a little. 

a noise fell from her mouth as she immediate tried to cover it up, sniffling and wiping her eyes before nodding to herself. “ crying never helped anyone, right? ” with that, she began to unwrap the sandwich he’d given her. normally she would’ve simply ripped it apart, the brilliant girl probably one of the messiest people in the world, but today she felt CLEAN. “ is everyone on your end okay?

His grip on her shoulder tightened a little, as if trying to remind her that he was there, at the heartbreaking sound that came out of her mouth. Healers and nurses had told him that once he actually let himself slow down, he too would feel the psychological impact of it all. He'd nodded at them with a reassuring smile, knowing that he was already feeling it, and running around doing something was his only way to cope. "If you need to, well, you need to." Once again, the corners of his lips rose. The more he did it, the easier it felt.

"I don't really have an end." Ollie was somewhat relieved at seeing her unwrapping the food; Brooke would be fine, with time. Certainly. "My date - did I end up telling you about her? Emmeline? She's good. So are you. I didn't know most of the other people. I came to make friends." He sighed. Funnily enough, the two always seemed to be following parallel lines, far too similar sometimes. "I should go home to let Hade know I'm okay. I just... Can't feel alright with myself if I leave. Y'know?"

[olliemallory]

hadesmallory:

       “I am ashamed and appalled by my own behavior.”

       They moved about their usual routine. it was well practiced after ten years together. Ten years longer than any other relative she  had ever spent time with. “My day was alright,” she replied and soon a frown crossed her lips as she placed the chicken in its pan into the already preheated oven. “There was a lot of talk today about the wedding you went to,” she added with a soft sigh. The news of said wedding hadn’t greeted her well. For awhile, no one would tell her exactly what happened or if Ollie was okay. The not knowing was the worst part. And it didn’t pair well with the  thought that there was a chance she wasn’t going to see her cousin again.

      “How was yours?”

He froze at the mention of the wedding, sighing loudly before shaking the influx of memories away. Those were his own to carry - no matter how hard he tried to live with Hadley as two adults, in his eyes, in his heart, she'd always be a little girl and he'd still try to shield her from any burdens. He'd failed to keep her from watching his marriage fall apart, he'd failed to keep her from feeling the anguish that only relatives of soldiers felt when he too was engulfed in the war during the attack - if anything, he would be sure to keep her from the actual facts and things he'd witnessed. His weight, his demons, his nightmares to carry. "Hm hm."

As soon as she sound of acknowledgment, yet no comment, came out of his mouth, Oliver went back to cutting and prepping. "Long." That word had a different meaning in his vocabulary. It wasn't about time (his days were always long) but about how many times he'd felt the need to shout at something. He never did. "Muggle attacks have been quite public since the wedding. Their media is starting to pick up on things, a few people who connect them to us have questions." Once the beans were in the pot, Ollie rested an elbow against the kitchen counter, looking at her. "I think we should get better wards. I need to heck some laws but if possible, extend them to the closest houses. Start from there."

[olliemallory]

brcckedev:

             “ they said he’ll be okay … that he’ll wake up soon. ” her eyes fell down             to the sandwich in her hand and she realized then and there that she had              the strangest of appetites: she was hungry, yes, but had no intention of              appeasing it. the thought honestly made her NAUSEOUS. “ i didn’t even           want to go, y’know? i’ve never been a fan of weddings, but he said i needed           to make FRIENDS. ” she smiled bitterly and picked at the paper around her           supposed dinner. she had only known a few people here and there, though           the majority seemed fairly kind and welcoming — even DESPITE her lack of          impressive social skills. “ how many people have died? ”

Her words were like a tide of relief washing over him - another one out of the woodworks. He'd been keeping track of recoveries as well, despite being denied information many times as he had no reason for asking around. Oliver was just another civilian, who should be asleep at home, not roaming the hallways of the hospital. "He wasn't wrong." He spoke with the tiniest of smiles, hoping it would help her relax a little. His eyes followed her hands, but he made no mention of the way she was ignoring the food in them. Most so far had done the same thing. "I can't get official numbers. There might be some maybe tomorrow, or in a couple of days." Her question had tightened the knot on his throat, which he did his best to hide. "I've heard about two. There are probably more. This doesn't include deaths after arriving here, but I don't know anything about that." Oliver spoke with an unsettling amount of transparency - he wasn't one for secrets. His hand, nevertheless, touched her shoulder with gentleness, as if trying to smooth over the damage his words could cause.

[olliemallory]

hadesmallory:

        Hadley looked up when Oliver walked through the door and rolled her eyes playfully in his direction. “According to the recipe… I’m spreading the butter mixture between the skin on the meat,” she replied, “I feel bad, I didn’t even ask for this bird’s number.”

       Shrugging, she nodded to the bowl she had to the right of her. “Can cut up the green beans and get ‘em cooking.”

"I taught you better than that." One glance at her and the weight he carried on his shoulders at all times lessened, fading away. It had always been like that with them - in many ways, Hadley had been his savior and still was.

He followed her nod and repeated it, quickly washing his hands as she explained his task to him. "Yes, chef." In a few seconds, he was right by her side, knife in hand, getting started on the green beans. "How was your day?" He'd been asking her that very same question every single day for years, never missing one.

[olliemallory]

hadesmallory:

@olliemallory​

        ❝ I need to what to the chicken? ❞ She thought aloud as she read over the recipe once more. Her nose wrinkled out of sheer protest and she looked back at the whole chicken that still needed to be seasoned and cooked.

      ❝ Normally, I would ask for a date before we get that personal, however, I’m hungry and Ollie will be home soon, ❞ She sighed before she gently pulled back the skin and started to baste it with the compound butter she had made.

Things had been a bit hectic since the wedding. It hadn't been an open attack on a muggle village, or anything that would have direct implications for him and his work - but he'd seen it. He'd witnessed war in a way he never had before. It had been a call to action.

His already busy schedule had been worsened by Oliver himself, adding meeting after meeting, organizing sessions and paperwork. Piles of it. Some came home with him, flying towards the kitchen table as he was still taking off his coat in the living room. "Hade?" He made his way to the girl, quickly shooting her a smile. "What are you doing to that poor chicken?" His words dripped with amusement as he rolled up his sleeves, walking towards the sink. "I can help you get this done faster."

[olliemallory]

brcckedev:

      they all said nathaniel was going to be A L R I G H T and that she was more than      welcome — or rather E N C O U R A G E D, to go home. while she smiled and gave     a thoughtful ‘maybe’, she knew very well that she would be staying. her apartment     was empty and part of her feared the Q U I E T. brooke never viewed herself as the    bravest of creatures and she had a nasty habit of worrying far more than she should.    suffice it to say, it was no surprise when the inventor decided to stay at st. mungo’s. 

                                 “ seems the popular place to sleep, huh? ”

"There's nice coffee here." He smiled faintly at her, hand stretching out to give her a wrapped sandwich. "But you won't drink that, because you need to rest. And eat." There were no neatly arranged words to describe Oliver's state ever since the attack had begun. He'd sprung into action almost as fast as a trained soldier would, although severely lacking the skill of one, and hadn't been able to quiet himself down since. Most familiar faces had received at least two visits from him, and the strangers one. Impatiently waiting relatives and friends had been comforted and water and snacks had been distributed. It wasn't enough. No action could have been enough in that situation - but he had to do more. "I'm sorry I haven't been here enough. How is he?"

[kieraknightley]

[olliemallory]

emmysvance:

“I’m surprised that hasn’t already been written on the list. You always seem far more impressed with me than most people I know,” she said, amusement on her lips as she let her hand fall onto his shoulder. She moved with him, trying to get in step with his rhythm seeing as he was so confident in leading. But at least he made it fun. He made it a challenge. Challenges were his domain. 

“Of course you will. Though I do prefer a bit of foreplay before I share stories. The broom will do. I’m holding you to a fly now, I hope you know.” 

She twirled herself the rest of the way, helping him along as best as she could without embarrassing him too badly, then returned to his arms and the swaying motion of his feet. After a moment she paused, giggling lightly as she looked down at their pairs of feet. “Okay, hold on.” She gently tapped the side of one of his shoes with her own and then the other. It didn’t do much besides getting him to pause long enough to fall in beat with the actual music, and when he did she smiled, satisfied, looking back up at him. Much better.

"Damn. You should meet some new people then." He smirked at her, only half joking. Oliver, for all of his qualities and indeed good dance moves, couldn't find the rhythm and had doomed himself by having an actual dancer as a partner. He chuckled at her words, nodding his head in approval. Keeping promises was part of his strict ethical code and Emmeline knew that well.

His brow furrowed as he was stopped by the woman and his confusion only grew when she started tapping his feet, but he did not question it. Soon enough they were swaying to the music again as he shook his head and then slightly cocked it to the side. "What was all that about? Am I that bad?" He released one hand from her waist to move away from her, the other hand still holding hers tightly. It was all very flashy and bold, despite lacking some finesse. Charming. A few seconds too soon he had made his way near her again, and his hand took its place back. "How about that?" He smiled at her once again but then something cut through the music and made his feet stop. A loud noise followed by a scream. "Em?" He looked around them, other dancing couples with just as puzzled expressions as his.

[olliemallory]

eveeclove:

        Evee hadn’t been at the wedding for long — she was last as always— and before she knew it, destruction had erupted. She had been blasted through the air and landed hard. Her head collided against the ground, the flowers that had been woven through her golden curls fell and crumbled. The world spun and she couldn’t shake the wave of nausea that rushed through her. She reached up to her throbbing temple and felt warm blood dripped on the tips of her fingers. She blinked in surprise and struggled to push herself to her feet.

        ❝Greta,❞ she croaked out. ❝Greta. ❞

     She pushed herself to her feet. It was a struggle but she stood. Her vision was blurred but she managed to walk, her sense of direction was off. She whirled  around when someone grabbed her wrist, tulle swishing, and had her fist raised out of instinct. When she  saw a smile, she relaxed a little and couldn’t help but to stumble into the man in front of her. ❝I have to find my cousin,❞ she breathed out. 

He had expected a defensive reaction so he simply moved his head back, just in case. "I got you. It's okay." His hand moved from her wrist to her shoulder as he tried to steady her, keeping the woman close to him. He thought about mentioning the gash on her forehead, but she looked worried enough without his intervention. Instead, he decided to keep an eye on it himself, his focus now switching between their environment and her.

"You cousin was the one singing, right?" Keeping her so close when curses were being thrown in every direction was not an easy feat and he soon felt overworked. He was casting spells faster than he knew he could, stunning masked figures and taking away some wands, but most of his magic was of protection for the both of them. He lacked the training and the experience to do much more than that. "They're taking people away through the south gate and that tiny flower field." He couldn't be sure she was understanding his words, but had no time to slowly go over it until she did. "There's a room near the bar for storage and they're hiding there too. Have you searched there?" There were two Death Eaters steadily approaching them, one of each side. He knew that if he shot a spell at one, he wouldn't have time to do the same for the other. His hand left her shoulder and gripped the back of an ornate chair near them - what he lacked in experience, he would have to make up with the element of surprise. To his left, he sent an Expulso Curse. To his right, he grabbed the chair up and quickly threw it at their opponent.

[olliemallory]

@eveeclove

Oliver pushed the table behind him towards the cloaked figure who was following him with a wand ready, being able to do little more than to slow it down, but he used those seconds to change directions and disappear in the crowd. Most untrained guests had been ushered away towards exits or locked rooms, but the man had denied both options many times over. He'd never felt that rush before. No one had ever considered him a particularly brave man but there he was, with no more experience in dueling than he had back in Hogwarts, guiding other civilians just like him towards the relative safety he'd turned his back on. "Stop, stop." He grabbed the wrist of the person running past him. "That way's a trap." He turned to look at the person and gave her a small forced smile; at least she was a familiar face. "Don't let anyone go to that side. An auror told me."

[olliemallory]

emmysvance:

“Mm, I already have enough people to do that for me.” She grinned playfully at him, taking his hand as he lead her away. A partial lie. “I could use someone who keeps me grounded. Otherwise I’d just up and float away. Tried it once. It lost its novelty after ten minutes,” she said, shrugging as if that were the beginning and end of that story. She had a lot of stories like that.

"Then I have to add 'bragging' to the list of your many talents." He started moving his feet almost at the rhythm of the music, pulling her along on what was bound to be a decent and, most importantly, charming attempt at dancing. "I will need more details on that one, eventually. I'll get them." His life was far too mundane to compete with most, but nothing could match Emmeline's. He sometimes wondered if all her adventure made her happy. He never asked. "I can't really make you float, but -" Oliver started moving around more energetically, still a little out of rhythm, and tried to make her twirl. “Good enough? I can go find us a broom.”

[olliemallory]

mclaggxn:

        ❝ Oh, for all things Merlin, it’s a wedding. Give you and everyone a break, by having a drink. No one is exactly rushing off to vote right now, love. ❞

"A concerned citizen introduced the topic and I happened to be near and to know more about it than what her weekly magazine told her." It took him two steps to get back to his table, where a flute was half empty. He didn't try to sound apologetic. "And my date went to check on some friends." With that, he raised his glass and took a sip. "I don't think it's right to turn ourselves off during a celebration, do you? The world is still spinning outside." Despite his words, Oliver still gave her a small smile.

[olliemallory]

brcckedev:

                 “ a day will come when you’ll need           my vote for …. something — and you’re not                                        gonna get it. i’m a petty soul, ollie. ” 

         she offered a playful smile, leaning her head                    onto his shoulder for a brief moment. “ but hey,   your date must be over the moon. ”

Oliver started walking slowly, his arm still keeping her close. "You look mindblowing. Seriously, now." He gave her a smile, but soon his words went back to a playful tone. "Vote for Oliver Mallory, 2000."

He nodded in confirmation. "I think she is. I am too. Weddings are always a lot of fun - lots of dancing." His arm left her shoulders as he took hold of both her hands and started moving them around with a few chuckles, ignoring the rhythm of the music around them. "Where's your dancing partner?"

[geekorunique]

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