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Post by Sar on Jan 20, 2016 0:50:55 GMT -5
Wildest Dreams
Or more aptly named
Sar and Rave Regret Killing Two of Their Fave Characters to Let Their Other Characters Have Angst
It had been nearly three years since Nezzera had been in this city. She couldn't even remember how long it had been since she sat in this pub. Yet here she was, sitting at a table, picking at a tart with her fork like she was eleven years old. Not much had changed in The Leaky Cauldron, at least nothing drastic. The chairs had been reupholstered but looked like they could use another refurbishment. The tables were somehow scratched and cracked yet stable. It was obvious that magic was holding them together but the worn look gave Nezzera an amount of comfort. As far away as she traveled and even as long as she was gone, this place would be home. London was where she had spent so much of her childhood. Though she would never rid herself of the American accent completely, she was a Londoner.
Taking a small bite of the tart, Nezzera looked through the hundred of pages of her book that had been returned. The publisher had almost stained the thing completely red with edits. Though Nezzera had been expecting this from the first rounds of edits, she wasn't expecting her publisher to be this thorough. The book was the final compilation of her travels. At least, it contained her studies. No book could contain what the last year had held for this woman. She almost reached everything her mother wanted for her. But then she dropped it. At this point, the only family she hadn't burned a bridge with was her father. Though she was sure she hadn't seen the last of her mother and brother, she knew the meetings would be few and far between.
Looking up from her book, Nezzera's eyes moved to the opening door. With the pub being the main entrance to wizarding London, it never seemed to close. Yet every time it opened, she looked up, as if she were waiting for someone to arrive. This time, however, it was like she was done waiting. Standing in the door was a man that she hadn't seen in years. It had been so long she could have barely called him a man at their last farewell. Her eyes locked with his and for the first time in a long time, Nezzera was speechless. |
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Post by Raven on Jan 20, 2016 1:58:50 GMT -5
It had been three years since he'd been to the city of his childhood. He'd lived not far from here his whole life, and he remembered the first time he'd stepped into this pub as clearly as if it were yesterday. That was part of why he'd left for three years. This was a place drowning in memories, and after everything... he couldn't deal with that. Over the last three years, he'd seen the world, and experienced so much. Finally, he'd felt able to go home. However, when he arrived in London, his mother's step wasn't the first place he went - not even to see his brother. Instead, he directed himself to the Leaky Cauldron, the same place that had marked the start of a new part of his life more than ten years ago.
Jeremiah pushed into the pub that was always buzzing, and he looked around, but his eyes were drawn to a woman sitting at one of the tables. Their eyes locked. This was the same girl he'd seen there ten years ago. Familiar long brown hair and hazel eyes brought back memories. However, now the man was willing to embrace them again. The corner of his mouth turned up and he crossed the short distance to sit across from her. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here. It's been a while." He didn't really expect anything from this meeting, though their relationship had been anything but casual. "It's good to see you again, Nezza."
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Post by Sar on Jan 20, 2016 2:33:46 GMT -5
Nezzera stared as the man approached her table. She was hit with a flood of memories. Some made her want to run at that moment, just to hide her reaction, yet so many of them were bitter sweet. Even if they hurt, they had this strange comfort to them. Like this knowledge of the past gave her the support needed for the future.
She kept her eye dry. She would not let herself cry here, not in front of strangers, not in front of this man. Yet as soon as she saw that smile, it didn't seem like she had to fake anything. Out of reflex, her lips curved into a smirk, one she had not worn in a long time.
"It's nice to see you too, Jeremiah," Nezzera said, her eye looking over the man who had once been her closest companion. She'd say he looked nice, if she wanted to make an understatement. The time outside of Hogwarts had aged him. Not too much, jut enough to actually look like an adult. If he was anything like he was after graduation, these looks were the only adult thing about him. But Nezzera doubted this. She couldn't put her finger on it but something was definitely different.
Though there was this difference, something in her gut made her believe it wasn't 100% bad.
"Heading to the Alley for some late night shopping?" Nezzera asked, making small talk when she wanted to ask how he had been all this time.
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Post by Raven on Jan 20, 2016 9:15:33 GMT -5
Jeremy leaned back in the chair. "Nah, I just came by to visit the familiar place. I was thinking about grabbing dinner. You?" It had been so long since they'd spoken, but Jeremiah didn't find it awkward in the slightest.
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Post by Sar on Jan 21, 2016 21:56:36 GMT -5
"I had a meeting with my publisher," Nezzera said, resting her hands on top of the manuscript. "I was going to head back to the manor but decided to have some comfort food." Her need for comfort food was strong after she received the edits she got today. "If you're eating here, you can order your food to the table,"
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Post by Raven on Jan 21, 2016 22:20:46 GMT -5
"Publisher?" Jeremiah asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're writing a book?" He couldn't say he was surprised. Nezzera would have been at home in Ravenclaw if she hadn't been sorted into Slytherin. He was fairly certain she wrote more of his essays some years at school than he did. As she answered, Jeremy waved over a waitress and ordered a shepherd's pie. Even after all his travels, it was one of his favorites.
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Post by Sar on Jan 21, 2016 22:24:32 GMT -5
"Yeah," Nezzera said, flicking through the pages of red and black ink. "Just got the first draft back and," she paused before adding "It could have gone worse. She likes the book, especially the original research. Just needs editing"
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Post by Raven on Jan 21, 2016 22:26:32 GMT -5
"Quite a lot of editing," Jeremiah noted. "What's it about? Do you want anything?" The waitress glanced at her, waiting for the moment.
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Post by Sar on Jan 21, 2016 22:33:08 GMT -5
Nezzera began to shake her head no before she said "Could I get a hot cup of coffee?" The waitress nodded before leaving the table.
"It's about magic in the Southeastern regions of the United States. I've never seen anything like it anywhere else." Nezzera kept a smile on her face, trying her best to forget what she experienced outside of her research.
"It's more like a dissertation that got out of hand. There was just a lot of information I couldn't cut."
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Post by Raven on Jan 21, 2016 22:36:10 GMT -5
"Really?" Jeremiah asked. He'd avoided North America in his travels. Though he preferred not to think about it, it was entirely possible that was because of this girl's roots. "Tell me about it." He seemed to be genuinely interested, but then, he always had been interested in learning. The waitress nodded and went to go put their order in.
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Post by Sar on Jan 21, 2016 22:44:57 GMT -5
Most people would shy away from sharing something like an unfinished book. Maybe seeing it a bragging. This was not Nezzera. Even if it was bragging, Nezzera always love to show off how smart she was.
"Well, in short," she began "It covers the development of magic in and area with a diverse magic using population. There is English and French magic that came in with colonization, but more interesting, there's magic technique and spells that take have roots that trace back to lost Native and African magics.
"When I was traveling, I was able to talk with isolated magic groups that use magic from centuries ago that hasn't been modernized. It was quite the experience."
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Post by Raven on Jan 21, 2016 23:52:54 GMT -5
"Really? How interesting. I had no idea groups like that still existed," Jeremiah said. He'd seen much, but ancient magic wasn't on the list.
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Post by Sar on Jan 22, 2016 0:20:37 GMT -5
"It's common in the States. The country is so huge and has such a strict immigrant past. You can find everything there." By that point, Nezzera's coffee had arrived and the waitress had brought a glass of water for Jeremiah. Taking a large sip of coffee, Nezza continued "It's an interesting country. Wish I could have seen more but if I saw everything I wanted to over there I probably would have died of old age."
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Post by Raven on Jan 22, 2016 15:02:45 GMT -5
Jeremiah smiled. "Yes, it's much easier to see all of Britain. The states are the size of the entirety of Europe. When did you get back?"
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Post by Sar on Jan 22, 2016 16:07:39 GMT -5
"About a week ago," Nezzera said, a tinge of bitterness in her voice. She didn't plan to come back this early. She thought she's spend another year in the US, staying at her mothers estate while she working with an American editor. But that plan was shattered when she and Elijah got into the fight. What started as harsh words turned into a full on duel, where Nezzera was the victor and her brother ran to her mother. Next thing Nezzera knew, she was flooing back to her fathers, banned from the American estate.
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