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Mary MacDonald-DuBois ([info]eieio) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-03-29 18:30:00


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Who: Mary and Sirius
What: Just chillaxin'...being a fake couple...or whatever.
Where: Sirus's place
When: Sunday evening

Mary felt fat. Not like, 'Oh my god I've eaten a ton' fat, but 'Oh my god I'm six months pregnant' fat. She was having trouble standing up or sitting up at times, she felt like everyone was staring at her when she went shopping or when she was at work...and it was fine, she didn't entirely notice. But every once in a while she felt completely self conscious about her tummy and the wriggling baby boy inside of it.

She wasn't too sure how she got to Sirius's pub (her mind had been so distracted lately), just that she needed to spend time with a friendly face and the first person that popped into her head was Sirius Black. It was probably entirely improper for a pregnant bird to be sitting at a bar, but what did she care. She had no glass in front of her, and the most she planned on ordering was a fizzy or perhaps a butterbeer (if Sirius had any about, that was). She was content to sit there and wait for him, though. And that was exactly what she did.


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[info]misterpadfoot
2009-03-30 05:48 am UTC (link)
"I will have you know that I have never been in an accident and James gave me a very spectacular crash helmet for a gift the year I got it. I built it myself you know? Ben helped a little, he got me started on figuring out what parts where what, but I did it myself. It's a perfect machine and I would never do anything to even ding her, let alone crash her," Sirius said rolling his eyes. It wasn't like he didn't get that all the time from just about everyone. "And if you had asked, I would have got you one. Did you not know that this pub used to belong to Fiona Finnigan and her family? Yeah, so it's not like we don't get our fair share of friendlies around, ya dig?"

Sirius pulled the bowl of peanuts over to Mary and motioned for her to eat some if she wanted. "I think you'll find yourself more prepared than you think. Women, they're just, naturals at this stuff you know? Babies aren't easy, yeah, but they forgive a lot of stuff. You'll figure it out, even if the other half of that one isn't around. A lot of good people were brought up by one parent, or none at all. Parents are good things though, I believe in good parenting and I know you could be nothing like mine, so, that gives this kid a headstart. And if you ever need anyone to knock some sense or to go to, I'll be around. It doesn't look like I'll be anyone's someone anytime soon, so yeah. I specialize in finding lost things. Shoes, cats, invisible pet monkeys."

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[info]eieio
2009-03-31 12:40 am UTC (link)
Mary laughed. "Perhaps I'll have to take a look at this perfect machine of yours," she mused, taking another gulp of her drink. The butterbeer was sounding more and more good the more they talked about it and the more she thought about it. "And maybe I'll take one later," she added, still thinking on it.

She let out a slow sigh at the thought of actually being a mother, having a baby on her hands. "I hope he'll end up around. Even if it's some type of joint custody set up. I don't want my son growing up without--a father. Not when he's fully capable of being around and involved, you know?" She grinned as he spoke about finding lost invisible pet monkeys. Could he find lost causes and lost hearts and souls? "Ah, but have you figured out where all those socks go once you finish the wash yet?" she asked curiously, remembering her mother's frustration growing up at the loss of one or two socks--always the colorful, patterned ones--that left her mum with half of the set, unfit for wearing anymore. "You could make a lot of money from muggles if you have."

She took a few peanuts and popped them into her mouth, chewing them while she thought. "God, it's been a long time hasn't it, Sirius?" It was hard to think that just 3 years ago this time they'd been in their last few years of school, getting ready to get out into the world.

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