Ann Shimpling (healerstouch) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-01-19 22:59:00

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Characters: Nora Thompson and Griffith Kirkham
Setting: Hogsmeade; a small restaurant, Sunday around 6 pm
Summary: Nora needs to tell Griff about the bun in the oven
Rating/Status: G/PG...not finished yet

Nora stood outside of the Three Broomsticks, feeling awkward and uncomfortable in the bitter cold January wind. She let out a small sigh, watching her breath as it fogged in the air before disappearing. She'd played the exact moment over and over in her mind but still wasn't sure how she was going to tell Griff. She was afraid to be completely blunt about it and just lay everything out on the table, but if she went about it any other way she would likely cave under the pressure and avoid telling him completely. Then there was the issue of how he would react to it; opening up to someone just to have them push you away...well, the idea of that didn't set well with Nora, either. She folded her arms across her chest as she waited for Griff, looking at the small line of people as they went about their shopping. For a moment she wanted to leave and tell Griff later that she had something come up, but unfortunately for her, Griff had arrived.

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gruffith
2008-01-21 03:43 am UTC (link)

As Griff walked to the Three Broomsticks from his apparation point on the far side of the village (he'd chosen the longer walk to get his thoughts in order) his gate resembled something of a death march. His shoulders were hunched slightly to keep the collar of his thick winter cloak over his ears. He kept his gaze low and averted as he trudged along the cobbled road; the last thing he needed was to be recognized and hounded. Which is why he soon decided it had been a really stupid idea to have Nora meet him in Hogsmeade. It was his childhood home. He was guaranteed to eventually be recognized. And that was the exact worry that began to breed his paranoia. He was meeting with his ex-girlfriend to discuss her discovery that he was lying to her and that he was a queer. Did he want his childhood neighbors to overhear that conversation? No, thank you.

As he neared the pub, Griff saw Nora waiting for him. The cold had caused her cheeks to grow pink and he saw a shiver in her shoulders. He mentally kicked himself for not having left sooner but he had to swallow the smile that her appearance brought to his face. He'd always thought she was too lovely to be just a teacher.

"Hey," Griff said stiffly as he approached her. He kept his hands in the pockets of his cloak, his fingers nervously flexing inside.

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healerstouch
2008-01-21 04:09 am UTC (link)

Here goes nothing...

Nora smiled faintly, stepping away from the wall she was leaning on. "Hi," she said awkwardly, unsure of what else to say past that. She had been so caught up in thinking about how to break the news to him that she couldn't think of anything to fill the space between that. She folded her arms over her chest, glancing down at her feet before back up at him. "So...I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she said softly.

	gruffith 2008-01-21 05:50 am UTC (link)
	Nodding several times, Griff sucked in a lungful of the frigid air. Could this possibly be more awkward? He didn't think so. At least they were going to her place. He hoped things would feel less harried once there were no longer talking within earshot of others. "Ah--see you there then?" he said tentatively, waiting for Nora to make a move. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)