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Ann Shimpling ([info]healerstouch) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-03-07 21:50:00


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Entry tags:noralie thompson, west sumpter

Who: Nora and West (I know, it's mind bottling)
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Friday between 5 and 6 pm

Nora made it through the week. Despite all the poking and odd looks and blunt questions from both her students and the doctors, she'd survived. And she didn't mind it all so much, it just got bothersome after five straight days of seven year olds calling her chubby. But...that wasn't important. Right now the only thing on Nora's mind was Italian food. Carbohydrates, garlic, tomato sauce and...bugger, ice cream as well. That'd be easy enough, though, she would just make a quick swing by Fortescue's before heading home. She felt her stomach turn oddly and her hand subconsciously went to her stomach. It wasn't hunger, but...well, she wasn't sure if it was the baby either.

There was an adorable display up in the Quidditch store, so adorable that she was unable to tear her eyes away from it. She thought briefly of Griff and the upcoming match before she ran into something solid and stumbled back again. A quick panic ran through her body but she didn't end up actually falling over (thank goodness). "Merlin, I'm really sorry," she said quickly, turning to the person she ran into. "I should be more careful." She was blushing a horrible shade of red, breathing deeply to try and get rid of all her unnecessary adrenaline.


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[info]healerstouch
2008-03-08 07:55 pm UTC (link)
"Well, the throwing things all depends on how out of whack my hormones are when it happens," she said slowly, smiling. "But...it can't be as bad as what happened the first time around, right?" No, it couldn't be that bad. Nothing would ever touch that.

She wasn't sure what else to say, but...ugh, she wanted to apologize but that probably wouldn't be good for right now. No, she wasn't going to. She still didn't think she'd done anything wrong. Everything that had happened so far...happened for a reason.

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[info]westisbest
2008-03-08 07:58 pm UTC (link)
"Oi, well ... I'm pretty good at dodging, being a beater and all. I'll try not to hit it back at you." Because Merlin knew that would be horrible. He smirked, shaking his head and glancing over to her.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't a completely horrible woman. That was ... an interesting epiphany. "So we're good, huh? As ... good as it can get, considering." At least she wasn't still shagging Griff. That would have made things at least a hundred times worse.

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[info]healerstouch
2008-03-08 08:08 pm UTC (link)
"Five years of Quidditch at school. I think I'm decent enough at dodging myself," she explained with a wink.

Of course she wasn't still shagging Griff. That had stopped a while back. But bugger it all if her sex drive wasn't out of control. And of course, no way to really take care of it. "I suppose so. Who would've thought..." Well...plotting did make for strange bedfellows.

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[info]westisbest
2008-03-08 08:14 pm UTC (link)
Strange bedfellows also made for ... strange bedfellows. He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm sure Griff will flip his shit, but that's half the fun, you know." He couldn't help the fact that his smirk was only widening...

And there were plenty of ways for her to handle her sex drive. She had a hand, didn't she? Of course she did. He licked his lips.

"Can ... I get you something?" He heard pregnant chicks wanted to eat constantly so it was only polite to offer, right?

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[info]healerstouch
2008-03-08 08:25 pm UTC (link)
She wasn't a do it yourself kind of girl when it came to her sex drive...well, not by choice at least.

She smiled. "Not unless you have pickles and grapes on hand." Actually, she still wanted Italian. "And garlic bread." Yeah, she had weird cravings. The little bugger was going to have such odd eating patterns once she was born.

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[info]westisbest
2008-03-08 08:27 pm UTC (link)
"...no, but I can order in if you're interested. I dragged you here to talk about your impregnated-by-a-queer baby, I think it's the least I can do." Which was ... definitely true, the more he thought about it.

West arched a brow at her and then laughed. "I've got the grapes and pickles. Garlic bread ... not so much." And really, he could go for some Italian, he supposed.

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[info]healerstouch
2008-03-08 08:38 pm UTC (link)
She shrugged. "Up to you. I mean, if you think you can handle spending more time with me," she said with a smirk. She wasn't that bad, she didn't think. She shifted a bit on the couch, trying to get comfortable since she'd been sitting there for a while.

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[info]westisbest
2008-03-08 08:41 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. You said yourself we're going to have to be united on this 'forceable coming out' thing." Because Merlin knew Griff wasn't just going to lie back and take it unlike in bed.

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