Rosemarne Malinowski Doge (D'argente) (avant) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-26 18:39:00

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[Berk.]
Marnie didn't spend all of her time being a self-absorbed ballerina despite popular opinion. She'd heard that Amelia was in the hospital, and while she was fairly certain that the woman didn't like her much, she was still a bit unsure about Berk. Which meant, of course, that bringing him cookies would be the perfect opportunity to sway him over to the 'support Rosemarne' side of things and convince his wife of the same.

Thus it was that she wandered into the Ministry, a round Halloween-themed cookie tin clutched firmly in her hands. She peered around the unit she imagined Berk was working in (since it was where Mycroft worked, too), hoping to spot him.

Harder than it looked, apparently! She huffed, steeling her determination to find Berk and deliver his cookies.

Damnit.

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berkelisms
2008-10-27 02:26 am UTC (link)

Booth and Mycroft were being terribly annoying. In their own respective ways, of course, and it wasn't as if they were trying to get on Berk's nerves, but ever since Conway had put them on their super secret missions, things had been irritably secretive. Sometimes Booth would just look at him, and Berk would want to fling his wand out and send the man soaring through a dozen cubicle walls.

He could probably blame his increasing susceptibility to annoyance on the hospital visits he and Amelia had been making, but Berk would rather blame his terrible moods on work than his wife or child. He'd almost not taken up the assignment because of his rather convoluted brain, but when the Head of Aurors gave you a top secret mission, well. You don't deny that.

So, he'd taken to sitting around Rosalie's desk, rather than his own cubicle. He didn't have much paper work, just a few technical forms that needed to be filled out, so he relaxed in the serene area the woman managed to create in the chaotic offices of the aurors.

He only spotted Marnie because he stretched out his back, and Berk bit the inside of his cheek. Helping Marnie find his brother meant dealing with Mycroft and most likely Booth. To help, or not to help---oy, "Marnie," he called out, standing and approaching the woman as he slipped the files under his arms.

"Mycroft's down a few floors for some meeting," he said when he met her, "I could take you."

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avant
2008-10-27 02:41 am UTC (link)

"Oh! No, I was looking for you."

She flashed him a cheerful smile and then somewhat awkwardly shoved the tin of cookies in his direction despite the fact that his arms were quite obviously full of what were no doubt top-secret files. Once she realized this, she jerked the tin back toward her chest ... and fell into silence for a few moments.

"I -- uh, heard about Amelia and thought that you might like some cookies. And -- well, I can send over some meat pies or something tomorrow, if you're having trouble making time to cook!" Because she'd apparently been on a baking spree -- when she had time for it (read: between ballet classes and going to RUSSIA) she tended to make a lot of things and freeze them. She tapped one foot on the ground, half-nervous. She really did want Berkley to like her so that things weren't horribly awkward whenever there were family gatherings.

"I could ... just wander around until later if you're busy. I could go visit Amery for more Russian lessons." Despite the fact that Amery was probably busy with his own work.

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berkelisms
2008-10-27 03:59 am UTC (link)

Marnie sent him through a rather confusing few seconds of thought. She wasn't here to see Mycroft, she was here to see him, she was concerned about Amelia, she made cookies, was offering to cook for them, and apparently had Russian lessons with a Wilkes brother.

Merlin, Mycroft had stumbled upon a doozy of a woman, hadn't he?

"Oh! Well--" Berkeley smiled and reached out for the tin, because it was a gift to him (and Amelia, but he could sneak a few before bringing it home) and he shouldn't make her feel bad about it or anything. It was a rather nice gesture, and not overbearing like Jonathan's wife had been. Not that he didn't like Megan, she was just very...strong-willed, when it came to Amelia.

"Thank you for that, and--I'm not busy," Berk said quickly, tilting his head toward a quiet sitting area. Really, she'd come out to do something nice, he should give her some sort of entertainment. And keeping her away from Wilkes was always a plus, "Can you sit for a bit?"

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avant
2008-10-27 04:06 am UTC (link)

Entertainment was something that Marnie was more used to giving than receiving, honestly. She smiled faintly when he spoke, though, and quickly shuffled over to the sitting area, flopping down in one of the chairs and crossing her ankles in a dainty way probably not expected from her considering how often she fidgeted as she stood.

"Oh, okay." She smoothed her hand through her hair. "Yeah, I don't have anything to do today. I mean, I have to go to Russia tomorrow but I'll be back in about a week..." She waved a hand. "Have you been -- all right? I mean. Well, I know we haven't talked since the wedding and all."

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berkelisms
2008-10-27 05:26 am UTC (link)

He hoped his mouth to give the standard reply of lots of work, lots of papers, but Berk quickly stopped himself. He really wasn't okay. The troubles with Amelia was wearing on him, and while his wife was more irritated about missing time at work (which he did understand, it was her job to save the world from this mess the Ministry was creating), Berk couldn't stop himself from worrying about the worst possible scenarios.

Mara wasn't due until the end of November. There was a good chance she'd survive if born right now (dear Lord, right now would be absolutely terrifying, he wasn't even ready for a month from now!), but what if she didn't? Just the idea of their daughter not making it made Berk's insides clench and twist in discomfort. And to add onto that, Conway had him investigating a bloody Wizengamot member that--could definitely have ties to the death eaters. Berk wasn't dumb, he'd noticed the connection even further than Booth (not to say that Booth was dumb, but). It was also why he was keeping a watchful eye on Wilkes, and even the sister that worked in International Relations.

"Erhm--not really, to be honest," he said with a shrug, pushing into the back of the chair. "It's just a lot of stuff hitting at once, you know?"

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avant
2008-10-27 05:41 am UTC (link)

She frowned a little when he spoke. If there was one thing that Marnie was really very good at, it was being overly sentimental and touchy. She reached out to give his hand a gentle pat when Berk spoke, nodding.

"Of course, with your wife and your job -- oh, I can only imagine how stressful it must be with everything going on at once." After all, she thought that her life was very busy and she only had to balance Russia and a fake husband and ballet lessons -- okay, so maybe she was justified in believing her own life was hectic. "I'm sure it's really weird considering I'm ... married to your brother and all, but I'm a pretty good listener -- if you want to talk outside of a corner of your Auror's office."

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berkelisms
2008-10-29 12:14 am UTC (link)

Out of all the random women that could have flung themselves at Mycroft's ridiculous offer, Berkeley was beginning to believe that he was damn lucky that Marnie was the one who accepted. There was no reason for her to care about Mycroft's family, there was no reason to even care about Mycroft, but she did, and she was going out of her way to make an effort and--it was nice. There wasn't much nice in the world, these days.

Berk gave a real smile, something that had been a bit rare these past few weeks, and he nodded, looking down at the tin of cookies.

"No, no--it shouldn't be weird. I mean--you're my sister-in-law." Berk's head bobbed back and forth for a moment as he realized how odd it was to say that, and not mean one of Amelia's siblings. A silly grin was on his face, because while the Ministry had been fooled by Mycroft and Marnie's stories, of course the two sitting together right now knew otherwise. "We're family, now. So."

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avant
2008-10-29 12:24 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, well..." she waved a hand in front of her emphatically, "I know that it wasn't the most ideal circumstance in which to gain a sibling, you know? I fully plan to make up for it in copious amounts of baking." Which she doubted Berk was going to have a problem with, in all honesty.

Marnie flashed him a half-grin at the smile -- aha, at least something good had come from her visit. She smoothed her hand through her hair, biting on her lip. "I mean, I'd tell you to relax...but I relax by dancing and I assume it's not so easy for other people."

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