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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 14:16:52 GMT -5
Michael took a deep breath and kept his eyes away from Brindle. "I know you're not a first year," he said. "But...honestly I don't want to say something that will get me in trouble with Dare or with Markise." Saying too much about Dare...Michael was sure that Dare didn't want her knowing about a lot of the things that had happened, and he couldn't see Markise wanting her to know, either.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on May 22, 2009 14:43:01 GMT -5
Brindle pouted, a look very reminiscent of her brother. She'd hoped that she might get something out of Michael, but he wouldn't tell her either, and if Markise wouldn't tell her, then Dare wouldn't either. She continued to pout for a bit before asking, "Could you at least tell me how okay he is? Like, should I be finding a sympathy card for him? Or you?" she added.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 14:46:14 GMT -5
"He's a lot better than he was at the beginning of the year and me..." Michael paused and released another deep breath. "I'm getting through it as best I can." He could be dealing with it better, but right now he didn't think there was anything that would help him deal any better. He picked up a twig and started absently snapping it into short pieces.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on May 22, 2009 15:08:58 GMT -5
Since Brindle didn't know how Dare had been at the beginning of the year, not really, if she discarded her brother's story, the rumors were sounding more and more true. She paused, trying to find some middle ground, but middle ground between the two stories wouldn't involve long sighs and "getting through it," especially not in the presence tense. "Are you still having the ceremony?" she asked softly. That was the latest rumor.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 16:28:43 GMT -5
Michael nodded, then looked up at Brindle. "Yes, we are." Not that the question of postponing it hadn't come up before, but it had always been immediately put down as not an option. "And..." his lips spread into a smile, "We're going to France after." And that he was definitely looking forward to. "We'll be okay," he said, with a certainty that he felt deep down. Even though it was hard a lot of the time, they had been through so much, there was no way they wouldn't make it.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on May 22, 2009 18:50:32 GMT -5
Brindle's vivid blue eyes brightened. "You're going to France?" She couldn't even imagine, and she thought she'd gotten used to the idea that she was in England. "How long are you going for?" She wondered how they could afford it, but then, she didn't know much about Michael, only that both of them were working, which meant they didn't have much money, right?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 19:01:14 GMT -5
"A week," Michael answered, smiling at Brindle. "I'm sure there will be a ton of pictures you can look through when we get back." And a ton more that she wouldn't be able to look through when they got back. His skin heated and he looked away from her. It was so wrong to think of something like that around her. Technically, she was only a year below Dare, but it seemed like such a big difference.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on May 22, 2009 19:12:34 GMT -5
Brindle was excited at the thought of pictures. "Are you really going to do anything you can take pictures of?" she teased. She had a good idea of what was supposed to happen on a honeymoon, and had the impression that they never went past the hotel rooms. She would like to see pictures of France, though.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 19:17:06 GMT -5
Michael's skin heated further, but that didn't keep the grin from his lips. "I'm sure we'll be around enough to get a good stack of pictures," he said, his eyes firmly on the new stick being demolished by his hands. Yes, they would hole up in the hotel room as much as humanly possible, Michael already knew that, but that didn't mean they wouldn't leave. They couldn't survive on room service the whole time, and he actually did want to get out and see the area.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on May 22, 2009 19:30:25 GMT -5
Brindle laughed lightly, her lips curving into a grin at Michael's reaction. She watched him a moment before trying to catch his eye, a hopeless task. "I want a picture of you guys in front of the Eiffel Tower," she declared. "I don't care if you have to obliviate a few Muggles to get it, but I want one." Why did wizarding cameras have to be so huge?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 19:39:03 GMT -5
Michael glanced up at her finally, when he had at least the delusion that she couldn't tell what was so vividly in his mind, or that it affected him like it did. "I'll see what I can do," he promised. He didn't think that Dare would mind going out to get a picture, and they could make a copy of it for Brindle, because he knew they would want to keep one to themselves.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on May 22, 2009 19:58:31 GMT -5
"I heard you guys have a dog," Brindle said. She wondered what they were going to do with it while they were gone. Not to mention he owned the pet shop, didn't he? "You're not putting her in a kennel or something, are you?" She hoped not. In fact, at the moment she was hoping they didn't have anyone to watch her yet. She could volunteer, and maybe she could convince Mama and Pa that she couldn't leave because they had no one else to watch the dog...
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 20:00:46 GMT -5
Michael shook his head, "No, we're going to get someone to look after Elouai and the shop." He wasn't sure who they were going to get, but the animals would be taken care of for the time they were gone. It was going to be so strange being away from Elouai for so long, but he doubted they would have much time to worry about her in between....other things. Michael's eyes sparkled again and he felt the heat start up in his cheeks again.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on May 22, 2009 20:23:19 GMT -5
Brindle didn't want to put Michael on the spot, so she didn't ask, but that didn't keep her from giving him her most hopeful look. She was sure she could handle anything. Except going home and missing it all! It wasn't long before Michael was blushing again though, and her lips curved. "Is it true guys think about sex every thirty seconds?" she asked, only catching herself after. She wrinkled her nose. "You don't have to answer that." Of course, she could see it on his face...
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 22, 2009 20:24:35 GMT -5
Michael's eyes widened at the question and he looked down again, though he could feel his neck heating up in obvious answer to her question. If not every thirty seconds, it was quite often...at least since he had been with Dare. "I don't think I'm quite enough of a population sample to give you that answer," he said finally, after forcing all the thoughts her question had spawned out of his mind.
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