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m a t t i e ❁ ([info]matildas) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-11-13 23:00:00


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Entry tags:evan rosier, matilda mulciber

Evan!
It was a rare day in Matilda Mulciber's life. There were no house duties to get done, Johnathan was spending some time with his grandparents, and John was busy at...work. Matilda wasn't sure which 'occupation' her husband actually meant, but she never questioned him when it came to that sort of thing. She would simply wait for him to come home, and that was when she figured out what her husband had been up to.

Not something she really wanted to think about. Today was a free as a bird kind of day, and Matilda was going to use it to visit one of her dearest friends in Evan Rosier. It had felt like years since she and Evan had had a sit down. What with the enormous fight Mackenzie had caused between all of the '77 Slytherins, it felt like, for the first time, they had to walk on eggshells around each other. Matilda had refused to even acknowledge Mackenzie or Emmet, and while she knew Evan had some ridiculous soft spot for her former best friend, Matilda would just blame it on some unrequited love thing he'd had long developed.

"Evan!" Matilda let out loudly as she knocked, "Evan, dear, I have baked goods I need to set down!"

Baked goods that she had bought from a bakery around the corner, but that detail did not matter! She bounced slightly, glad to be out of the house.



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[info]obtineo
2009-11-15 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Feeling her hand against his own made him freeze up, although there was a momentary look of genuine confusion that crossed over his features; like he couldn’t figure out what caused the music to stop. His eyes focused down on their hands, quietly thinking about what he was going to say. What was he going to say? What could he say, without her getting more upset than she was now? What if he was just…overreacting? He knew he wasn’t, but he wanted to think he was for Matilda’s sake.

How was he going to explain to someone who had been by his side through thick and thin, that this time…there was absolutely nothing she could do to help? That this time, he was completely on his own? Even in his highly intoxicated state, he couldn’t bring himself to be nearly as blunt about it as he had been with all of the other bits of information he had revealed to her. It was partially because he hadn’t talked about it to anyone yet…and doubted he ever would, had Matilda not shown up when she did. He was caught off guard, and hadn’t the time to prepare for a situation like this…he didn’t think anyone would question him about it so soon.

His eyes met hers for the first time since he had last turned to face her, and as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes, his stomach dropped. Seeing the women he cared about crying was something that cut through him like a knife, especially when he was the one responsible…and often times, he was.

“Even if I wanted to…I wouldn’t know how.” He continued to look at her, his mismatched eyes staring into hers, even though he seemed to be a million miles away. His hand remained where it was, trapped beneath her smaller, more delicate one.

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