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Post by rowan on Sept 5, 2012 1:04:20 GMT -5
 >> Wearing.
The alarm clock was nearly thrown across her room by the time she had actually woken up this time. It was raining and all she could think about was staying asleep and going back to dreamland. But the fact that it was Monday really didn't motivate her to move, either. Only after getting pounced on by her half-kneazle, Felix, did she actually get out of bed. The five minute shower wasn't enough to wake Rowan up, so she opted for a large cup of coffee. Certainly, that would wake her up a little bit, right? "Oh, we can only hope." she thought dismally to herself. It was at that point that she decided to sit down and have a piece of toast with her coffee. She even watched a little of the morning news on her television. Not many people in the wizarding world had TVs, but after she had been to her friend's house (who was a half-blood), she couldn't resist in buying one. However, the clock on her mantle reminded her that she needed to be leaving soon. Grabbing an umbrella out of a small hall closet, Rowan walked over to her fireplace, deciding that she'd rather use the Floo Network today. Closing her hand around a small amount of powder, she released it in a downward motion, saying clearly, "Ministry of Magic."
The day thus far had proved to be long and boring and it was only a quarter til' eleven. The tasks had been menial thus far, which was much more irritating than anyone could ever know. Perhaps it was because there was a steady shower of rain just outside her office window. It was enough for anyone to just stop what they were doing and take a nap right then and there. Rowan certainly considered it, but the chances of her getting caught were quite high. So, here she was, typing away on her type writer, completing boring work. That was the bad thing about having a slow day. There was nothing she could really do to make it go by faster. The only thing she was really looking forward to at this point was going out to lunch. She wasn't quite hungry yet, but a nice warm cup of tea sounded pretty amazing at this point in time. Especially since the rain shower had turned into a thunderstorm. Every time lightening struck, it sounded like she was sitting in one of those muggle bowling alleys. Walking outside in that didn't sound too appealing, either. Suddenly, she hoped that her small umbrella in her purse would at lease cover her hair. Because if she got wet, that would be all she had going for her. Hearing a knock on her door certainly shook her out of her reverie, causing her to look up quickly- plastering on a smile. One that probably looked forced and half crazy. Luckily for her, it was her co-worker getting back from his break- telling her that she could go if she wanted. Picking up her purse and checking to make sure she had her umbrella, she exited her office and began making her way through the Ministry to leave.
Not only did she run into two men that she found incredibly creepy in the elevator, but one had actually stopped and asked her for her number. She tried not to make a face at his request and instead had to turn him down gently...three times. It was like talking to a brick wall- it just wasn't clicking. After that little fiasco, she walked to the entrance to the Ministry faster than she probably ever had, only to be slowed down by the slippery floor and rainy exterior. Taking our her umbrella, she propped it open and prayed that her brand new Yves Saint Laurent 'Mary Jane's' didn't get ruined. After paying a small fortune for them, she believed that she would actually cry if they did. Rowan walked at a quicker pace, making sure to avoid any puddles or standing water on the sidewalks. Even on an ugly day, Diagon Alley still seemed to be busy, which was pretty amazing. If she had been thinking this morning, she would have brought her rain boots to work with her. But of course, that had been the last thing on her mind when she woke up. Reaching the door to the small coffee/tea shop, a small grin spread across her face. Despite looking quite similar to a drown rat at the moment, the anticipation for a cup of tea was gnawing away at her. After closing her umbrella and entering the shop, she made her way to the counter, ordering her herbal tea and a scone. After paying, she sat down, grabbing a Daily Prophet to flip through until her waitress brought her, her order. Hearing the bell on the door sound, she almost didn't look up. There was no reason for her to, to begin with. However, something made her want to, just out of curiosity. Looking up, she almost couldn't believe who she was seeing. Letting a broad smile stretch across her features, she stood up, wrapping Sam Lockhart in one of the biggest hugs she'd given in months.
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Post by samuel on Sept 5, 2012 13:06:24 GMT -5
 Day one without seeing the white walls of St. Mungo's. It was a nice change to be able to be trusted on his own to handle himself. At least for the most part, a healer would still visit from time to time to make sure he did not lose his sanity completely. He had spent the better part of the year in St. Mungo's after being attacked by four dark wizards. The attack was the cruciatus curse which resulted in him becoming unstable to say the least. His days were spent trying to recover enough to go back to work, to go back out and duel anyone that got in his way of finding the four wizards. Obviously, he would never permanently hurt the four wizards considering justice would be a much better solution. Sam had decided to go to Diagon Alley, a place that the students of Hogwarts had visited about two weeks ago for school supplies. It was a time of the year that he missed sometimes, being able to get supplies to go back to the castle. The castle was a safe haven for so many in the fact that it allowed the students to often escape into a world where violence wasn't occurring as often as the real world. The real world would always be there, but at the castle, they had the safety of their friends and classes to occupy their time. Outside, it was pouring down, filling the streets of Diagon Alley with puddles. It reminded him of a time when he was younger that he would go out and jump in the puddles alongside someone else. The someone else was a blur in his mind for now, but he would hopefully remember who it was that was exactly with him. Sam would be able to return to work, but not in the field for now at least. He was told that he could work in the office, sorting files of wizards and witches that the aurors had managed to snatch up. It was a boring task to say the least, but he was fine with it since he wanted to return to work. Just like how the day was turning out to be a miserable one due to the weather. However, he was just glad to be out and about without someone by his side constantly. The view of the place where the best tea in Diagon Alley came in view. It was the perfect place to escape the pouring down rain, plus he was soaked. Sam was never a fan of having an umbrella on him. Also, the fact that water was just one of his favorite things in the world. It was better to be soaked in case a building had the heat up too much. Sam walked into the small shop which smelled of hot chocolate, another drink that the shop sold. There was barely anyone in the shop, so it looked as if everyone else was still out braving the storm. Also, the fact that Diagon Alley tended to lose some of it's crowd after the students went back to school. His order was the usual hot chocolate with marshmallows smothering the top of the cup. The shop owner also added some chocolate syrup on top, as if there wasn't enough chocolate in the cup alone. It was a habit of Sam's to have a bit too much chocolate be put on things. Lets just say, he had a sweet tooth that wasn't satisfied in St. Mungo's. Unless his friend, Rowan brought him sweets from Honeydukes. Honeydukes was still one of the best places to get any type of chocolate, no doubt. Receiving the hot chocolate, he turned to walk to a table though was met with a hug. Luckily, he didn't have the cup in his hands which was left on the counter for a mere second. Hugging him? Rowan Davies. Their past was a bit of a blur to him still. He knew that they had been friends since they were little though couldn't remember entirely every detail that he could have easily pointed out, if someone asked before the attack. Sam returned the hug before turning a slight bit to get the cup off of the counter. He said,"I see you have taken the same idea as me, to appear as a water rat to all." Knowing Sam, she had to know it wasn't an insult towards her. It was more of a comment that pointed out how similar they were in their thought process. Or maybe, the fact that she was forgetful, while he just chose to have water soak him to look like a water rat. Whichever the case, it wasn't an insult at all.
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Post by rowan on Sept 5, 2012 17:11:40 GMT -5
>> Wearing.
Memories. So many memories just flooded to the forefront of her brain, leaving her feeling a little dizzy. The hug, too. The hug sparked so many different emotions that she wasn't quite ready to confront. Rowan had practiced this friendly, calm smile in front of a mirror many times since Sam was attacked and put in St. Mungo's. It was the kind of smile that any supporting person would give one of their friends. But the fact is, before he was attacked, they were much more than friends. She loved him. When they brought him to the hospital, she was hysterical. She had received a phone call from his cousin, Gilderoy, explaining what was going on. So, there she was, sitting in the emergency with his entire family- spewing lies so that the nurses wouldn't make her leave. However, she knew that this was a time that he really needed her. She knew that his memories would eventually come back, she just didn't know when that would be. The nurses said that nearly anything could trigger a memory and that it wasn't that he was suppressing them, but that the bad memories were blocking them. Whatever that meant- but she took their word for it. So, for months, she has been playing the best friend card and getting sorry looks from his healers, family and their mutual friends. To say that it had been easy would be a huge lie, but he needed her and he needed a friend. So, here she was. The fact that she had ran into him today was surprising. It must have been his first day out, which was a big deal. Rowan made a note to help him get everything sorted back out in his apartment.
Rain. See, the rain had sparked more memories that she always found herself thinking about. When they were both growing up, they had went down to the beach to spend the day in the sun. The afternoon was great because the water was generally calm. But by the time the sun had started to set, a bad storm rolled in that they weren't expecting. Rowan wasn't a great swimmer (she was now, for obvious reasons), but she thought that if she stayed where her feet could touch, that she'd be fine. How wrong she was. The tide swept her under in a matter of minutes, filling her mouth and lungs with unwanted intrusion. Seldom did she get to take a breath above the water and she felt like this was it. She was half unconscious when she felt arms wrapping around her small, unmoving body. It wasn't until she was coughing up water on the beach that she realized that it was Sam who had jumped in after her- who had saved her. If it wasn't for him, she would have been dead- swept out to sea. And here she was now, looking between them at their drenched attire, thinking fondly of one of the few memories he could still remember. She wondered sometimes if he thought about that, too, on rainy days. More than likely he didn't, at least she thought, but she couldn't help but wonder. She had to remind herself sometimes that he wouldn't remember all the things they did together that would make her laugh. It hurt, but she learned to deal...at least for the most part.
Honestly, she couldn't have cared less if he spilled coffee on her, or made her already drenched clothes worse. She was so incredibly happy to see him, whether he remembered all the things she was thinking about or not. Rowan laughed at his comments about them looking like drown rats, mainly because she had been thinking the very same thing about herself before he entered the small tea shop. "You took the words right out of my mouth!" she said grinning, moving to sit down so he could actually have some room to move around. "How are things going? Good, obviously because you're out and about. Must be a good feeling." Rowan grinned, taking a sip of her warm tea. Her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders, an occasional drip making it's way onto the table. She had already decided that she wouldn't go back into work today looking like this. That she'd write her co-worker a letter explaining why, working extra time sometime this week. It wasn't really a big deal, but she didn't want to impose on anyone. More important things had come up, anyway. Obviously. "I'm not going back to work today, so if you need me to help get things in order at your apartment or run to the grocery store for you, let me know." And for once, she found herself not knowing what to say to him. He almost looked as carefree and back to normal as he was before the whole incident. Those memories, though, they were coming back to haunt her.
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