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[23 Jun 2012|09:38pm] |
Charlie stood in Malfoy Manor, placing the silver-paper wrapped gift he'd gotten for Draco. It wasn't anything spectacular. Just a silver pocketwatch with dragons engraved into it. It would do him well at his job at the ministry, which is what this party was for to begin with. He glanced at Rider. "When is Draco going to be here?"
"Soon." Pansy replied as she held Scorpius in one arm and Cepheus on the other. She smiled at the small pile or presents that were there. "I got him a strawberry-vanilla cake. I hope that's okay with him. It's what I'm craving." Which she didn't need to crave anything. She was as big as a house, pregnant with a Macnair.
Pyxis was wearing a sling on her arm and had a huge black eye from getting beat up at work. A man at a pub had hit her really good and thrown her across the room, breaking her arm in four different places. Now it was just sore. But, there were other things on her mind. She walked up to Rider. "I need to talk to you."
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[23 Jun 2012|10:25pm] |
Walden was distracted at work. He kept thinking about Pyxis and seeing her again after... everything. Rider was silent, of course. Rider never gave away anything about her when Walden asked for it. Walden respected that, even if he didn't like it. Pyxis was Rider's best friend and Rider's first loyalty was to her. It made sense. Rider and Walden hadn't been close before... everything that happened in their seventh year happened.
Still. The temptation to write to Rider to ask about her, or to just go to Magical Law Enforcement and see if she was there was strong. Sometimes he read about her making arrests. He always felt absurd pride when he did. Pyxis didn't need him to cheer for her. She could be her own champion. She'd always been strong.
He jumped when a stack of paperwork was thumped down on his desk, looking up at Sam McKinley, who was grinning at him. "Where's your mind, Macnair? We need it here if we're going to get our man elected Minister."
"I'm here, I'm here," Walden said, pulling the papers towards him. "Someone has to do the grunt work."
"Exactly," Sam agreed. "The glamourous life of politics. Paper cuts and really bad tea. Lunch is in half an hour. I have memos to send out." He waved as he left Walden with his paperwork.
Walden tried to concentrate, but it was mindless work, leaving plenty of time for him to think about other things, like Pyxis's mouth. Her smile and her lips. The way she'd seemed so at home in his over-sized shirt. Next to the memory of her in his arms, politics didn't seem so important.
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