iwan c. quigley (mckinnons) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-07-02 22:02:00

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Marissa!
It had taken him longer than it should have, because of his schedule and his nerves, but Iwan had finally made it up to the Hebrides Islands on the chance that Marissa the Redheaded Dragon Chaser did indeed live there. It was rather daunting; Iwan had never traveled this far North, save for his trips to Hogwarts, but not only was it the distance---but for a woman. Merlin, she probably wouldn't even remember his name, he'd been so rude to not speak to her since Hogsmeade, but...this was a somewhat romantic gesture, wasn't it?

He looked up at the large entrance to the Dragon Reserve with a bit of reserve himself. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Not that he could see any dragons just yet, but the fact remained that if this wasn't the right place, he could quite easily be tossed into the dinner bowl of a hungry Hebridean Black Dragon. It was a possibility. Even if this WAS the right place, Marissa could probably manage to toss him straight down the throat of one of the giants.

Iwan tugged on the hem of his shirt, feeling out of place in what he thought would be dragon reserve appropriate clothes. He took a few steps into the reserve, looking for any place that might seem like...a starting point? This place was huge.

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marridgeback
2013-07-02 11:53 pm UTC (link)

People were the last thing that Marissa expected to see on the Reserve -- at least on days that there weren't student tours coming through the place, and even those had gotten infrequent after a number of 'close calls' with a firstie or two, so when she spotted what she was sure was a little moving figure not too far from the gate, she couldn't help but be a little curious. Maybe they were just ... lost? She banked her broom to the side enough to start her descent toward the currently-small speck.

The closer she got, the more certain she was that it was indeed a person -- and just as she skidded to a stop and hopped off the broom, she realized exactly who it was. She honestly hadn't been expecting to see him ever again, and now she was hoping more than she had been before that the Black she'd been tailing hadn't decided to try and loop back around to have a go at her. While she was still working as a consultant for the Ministry for experimental charms, she still hadn't had time to completely polish off her flame-blocking spell.

Merlin, all right. Time to be cool. She tried to nonchalantly toss her hair back into place from where the wind had thrown it and flashed him what she hoped was a smile that was less nervous than she felt.

"Can I help you?"

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mckinnons
2013-07-06 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Iwan whirled around and put his hands out to explain, then realized who he was about to explain himself to.

"Marissa!" he exclaimed. Iwan straightened up, knowing that he probably looked a strange mix of terrified and excited and that it probably wasn't a good look. He didn't have many good looks, if he were honest, but Marissa had seemed to like him enough back in Hogsmeade, so there was a chance--

"I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner," he blurted, but then he lowered his voice to a whisper, in case there were dragons on her tail. She didn't seem too concerned, but, maybe she was just used to having fire rained down on her from ginormous beasts, "It was terribly rude of me to kiss and----leave."

Leave, they just parted when they restaurant got crowded and fans started to interrupt. They were lucky The Tattler hadn't picked up on it, though really...how many people besides his teammates and the fans that made regular trips to Tutshill Stadium even knew what he looked like.

"So I came to---apologize." Iwan stuck his hand to give her a firm shake, if she accepted his apology, of course.

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marridgeback
2013-07-06 11:18 pm UTC (link)

"Well," she started, raising her eyebrow at him and leaning back with her arms crossed over her chest, "I had just assumed that you weren't planning on contacting me at all. Word around the league is that you're a bit of an enigma, Mister Quigley." 'Word around the league' -- did that make her sound like she was some sort of player-collecting trollop? She backpedaled a moment later, shifting to rub the back of her neck. "I mean, when I asked Vinny about you he didn't know much."

There. That proved she'd been asking about him and made her look less terrible, she thought. Still, he had come a long way out to visit her, and from the look of him he wasn't exactly in his element. That won definite points in her book. She took a step toward him and glanced down at his hand.

"Apologize -- with a handshake." The incredulity in her voice was more amused than anything, and before she lost her nerve, Marissa stepped forward to lean up and peck a kiss to his cheek as she shook his hand.

"Well, that's at least a start."

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mckinnons
2013-07-07 03:17 pm UTC (link)

Iwan felt the familiar trembling in his stomach that usually led to a bout of spontaneous disapparating, but Marissa's hold on his hand somehow managed to quell the urge to involuntarily make a gigantic ass of himself. He had been doing a much better job at maintaining composure in situations that may be a bit difficult to handle, and managing to not disappear on sight.

Excellent!

"Well, then," he said, not letting go of her hand, "Are you busy getting chased by dragons or would you like to catch a late lunch?"

Bold! See, West always told him to make sure that he made some plans out of a meeting. Even if it was to plan to never see the woman again.

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marridgeback
2013-07-07 05:35 pm UTC (link)

He'd had a bit of an odd look on his face for a moment there, but Marissa was perfectly willing to chock that up to nerves. Considering he'd just mentioned whether or not she was getting chased by dragons, maybe he was just worried about being devoured or something like that. Not an entirely irrational fear, especially with how aggressive the Blacks could be around their eggs.

"If old Bessie was going to come have a go at me, I suspect it would've happened already -- so I think that I am perfectly free to catch a late lunch." Hopefully that didn't just make him more nervous, knowing that she could indeed have been chased by a hulking angry mother.

She was half-tempted to just invite him to the family homestead for lunch, that would be the easiest and the closest, but -- well, her mother would kick up a fuss and her father would make silly threats, and she had it on good authority that bringing home a boy that you had only just snogged conveyed a sense of you fearing for being a crazy spinster.

"I'm afraid most of the places around here serve biscuits you could put through a wall and cold tea, so we might need to make a trip somewhere else."

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mckinnons
2013-07-08 11:54 pm UTC (link)

"Old---Bessie..." Iwan took a careful look over Marissa's shoulder to make sure that Bessie was no where in sight, and when he decided that the coast was indeed clear, he smiled. A joke! Yes, she was teasing. That was fine, as long as the punchline didn't include a fire-breathing monster.

Iwan looked down at their locked hands and shrugged, "I know a few spots in Tutshill you might enjoy---except...I have to make sure..."

He leaned in close, eyebrows high. She smelled like fire, which invigorated him. Iwan hadn't gone out on a limb for a lady in quite some time, so--he was going to roll with this feeling, he was going to put his best foot forward and hope for the best. His voice lowered to a careful whisper,

"You're not wearing a Catapults shirt under those robes, are ye?"

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marridgeback
2013-07-09 12:23 am UTC (link)

It would be a joke so long as the dragon didn't decide to butt her big head into things. That would be just Bessie's style, too. Marissa didn't pull back as he leaned in, fully aware that she was probably a little -- smoky. It was all a part of her family, so better to get him used to it off the bat if things were going to go anywhere.

Merlin, he'd come all the way up here to find her -- maybe it was going to go somewhere. That was a cheery thought, and she couldn't help the smirk that pulled across her lips.

"What makes you think I'm wearing anything under these robes? Dragon-chasing is sweaty work." Whether he called her on her statement or not, it wasn't a bluff. She wasn't naked underneath, but she wasn't wearing much. If she caught on fire, it just made more layers to burn to her skin.

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