Adorkable Laurie (

batshitrix) wrote,
@ 2007-11-01 19:49:00

25 Flavors of Noralie Thompson
Angry
”I don’t care what you think, mum,” Nora huffed angrily as she slammed her tea cup down on the table. “There is nothing wrong with what I’m doing.”

“Nora, you can’t just let your name get slung around in the mud like this and not do something about it! You are dishonoring your father by not making that boy do the proper thing,” Rolonda Thompson replied, trying to keep her voice from filling with anger at her daughter.

“Mum, don’t call him that boy. His name is Griffith, and I don’t have to do anything proper if I don’t want to because I am a grown adult, I don’t have to listen to what you or Dad say because you don’t make decisions about me anymore. I do,” she practically yelled in response, her hands shaking with fury. “Mum, you don’t know what my situation is. You don’t know a damn thing about Griff and you certainly don’t have the right to tell him what to do. He and I have discussed this already and when the time is right, we’ll make a decision. I’m not going to push him into a wedding. I’m not even pushing him to be in our daughter’s life. He has to want to be with me, he has to want to be a father. I think one of us at least deserves that right to choose.”

Rolonda sighed. “Nora—-“

“No, mum. I’m not discussing this anymore. I’ll—-I’ll talk to you later,” she interrupted, now standing up from her parent’s kitchen table to walk to the hearth and floo back to her own home.
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Betrayed
Nora stood in the doorway to the master bathroom, arms crossed over her chest in a pout. She glared down her nose at the neatly folded pile of—well, the offensive materials. Her weight was resting on the door frame and it was taking all her strength to not say something mean to him. “Really? I ask you for something to change into and all you can scrounge up is—is this?” she said, incredulous.

Jones shrugged with a satisfied smirk. “Afraid so. Take it or leave it, love.”

Oh, he was so funny, wasn’t he? It’d been his idea to take a picnic and neither of them had been expecting the storm; the summer weather had gotten the better of them. So now she stood halfway between the bedroom and his bath, her clothes dripping and creating small pools of rain below her as she pouted at him and the clothing. “Oh, honestly,” she huffed before snatching up the clothing and shutting the door behind her rather hard. She set the clothing in the windowsill, still not willing to commit to them fully. He should know by how much they bantered that this would set her fuming—then again, he was probably doing it to set her off. She paced a bit as her mind got lost in thoughts, clothes still clinging tightly to her body in protest of her inevitable abandonment. With a loud sigh (she secretly hoped he would hear it in the other room), she picked up the pair of trousers. They weren’t her idea of pretty but they did look rather comfortable. If it weren’t for the large United symbols emblazoned in goldenrod everywhere on the calm blue fabric, she’d actually like them. Maybe if she just pretended the symbols weren’t there, she could manage it. That’d do, wouldn’t it?

She shimmied carefully out of the wet clothing, her skin feeling clammy in the cool air surrounding her. Bugger…bra and knickers weren’t going to do her any good either. She put everything up to dry in the shower before carefully stepping into the very large pants. She had to triple fold the waistband and quadruple fold the legs just so the fabric didn’t drag about her feet. It was strange to be completely starkers in his home, even more so to slip into his clothing, being enveloped in how he smelled. That was the only thing that made the United clothing bearable. But at least they were baggy and hung on her in a way that wouldn’t make her lack of proper undergarments obvious. She slipped on the old worn jersey, smiling at his name on the back. After a quick, careful check in the mirror Nora opened the door of the bathroom. “There. I hate it, but the deed is done.”

A triumphant laugh erupted from Jones’ chest and Nora couldn’t help but smile at how pleased he seemed from her simple submission.
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Working
Nora was busy scratching something out on the blackboard, her mind lost in thought while her classroom chattered endlessly behind her. With a final flourish, she finished the word. "Okay, raise your hand if you can tell me what this word is," she said with one last glance at the board before turning her head to stare at her students. They were all furrowing their brows, trying to decipher the letters they'd spent the whole year learning. Suddenly, a look of recognition washed over Charlie Weasley's face and his hand shot into the air like a rocket. A small smile spread on Nora's face; she had been hoping that Charlie would see it. But...no one else was. "Okay, Charlie. What word do you think this is?" she asked him curiously.

"MISS THOMPSON MISS THOMPSON IT SAYS DRAGON!!!" he yelled excitedly, bouncing a bit in his chair.

Nora laughed, nodding her head before pointing to the word. "You're absolutely right, Charlie. D-R-A-G-O-N. That spells dragon," she said, pointing to each letter as she went through it so the students would tie the sound of the letter to how it looked. "Now. Today, I have a fun song for us to sing about dragons. Who wants to hear this fun song?" She asked curiously, satisfied when she saw nearly the whole class throw their arms up in the air.

"Okay, I'll sing it for you, but you have to put on your listening ears. Can we do that?" The response was a bunch of bobbing heads and kids turning their ears as if they were turning up the volume on the WWN set.

"All around the castle
The knight chased the dragon
The dragon thought it was all in fun
ROAR went the dragon!" Nora sang out, causing the children to laugh. She quickly taught them the words and they spent the next twenty minutes singing through the song happily.

Nora had another surprise for them, though and it was about time for them to head to the program being held in the auditorium. "Okay, I need everyone to put their listening ears on," she said, now holding a finger up to her lips. The singing slowly died down until only Charlie was left (which cause a few of the girls to giggle). "Now," she continued after everything was calm, "I have another surprise for you guys. But before I can tell you what it is, I need everyone to line up at the door in their order...quietly," she added when a small rumble of happy cries erupted. She nodded and the classroom burst into a scramble of quick feet and scooting chairs as they all got up to wait in line. "Okay, we have to be quiet as mice. The other teachers don't know that we have a surprise waiting for us and if they hear us, they'll want to come too," she said, putting a finger up to her lips again. Her students nodded fiercely in response before following her out the door, taking light steps so no one would hear them.

Nora led them through the halls until they got to the auditorium and had them sit quietly. The children were curious to find many of the older students sitting in the auditorium already, waiting patiently for their surprise. As soon as Nora's last student sat, the lights in the room dimmed and a dragon wrangler stepped out onto stage. Of course, none of her students had a clue, but they were about to learn all about dragons...and actually get to see a young dragon. Nora could only imagine how much this would set off poor Charlie Weasley, and smiled.
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