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Majesté D'ivoire
Topic Started: Feb 20 2008, 12:22 AM (1,253 Views)
Tiger Baptiste
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Tigs laughed, "Naturally. Is that your way of saying I'm always right? Aw, so kind of you..."

Twisted words, naturally. This was soooo much more fun then cutting off fingers. Which, he looked like he was doing just fine on his own. That was amusing. Actually, the whole situation was amusing, and she had no problem with wasting her time here, as opposed to the stuffy old library.

"Right around the corner, of course."
At this Tigs rolled her eyes. "You're standing next to a popular cafe, unless you hadn't noticed? Aurors from England don't watch us in different countries. Until you, of course. Out on a branch? Or researching something?"

Her way of asking why the hell he was there, even though she really did know. Simple enough. It was surprising though. Abi, disappearing, that took a bit. Andy, and her husband had been frantic. Jarlax...but he had no wife, so she supposed it was a bit different. Still, the motivation of the aurors seemed to be growing. That was good, at least. For them. More fun for the deatheaters.

"I happened to be walking by and see you drinking yourself. Interesting image, you must admit...crouched in an alley, none the less. If you're hungry, I would try the pastries. They're fantastic."
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"Thank you. I do try to be kind." Not usually to her, he supposed. He had half a mind to find some way he could ask her about Emma, or even just...arrest her, but with Azkaban on the fritz, the lack of available space, his currently undrawn wand, and her own ability- that was still fruitless. His common sense, for some reason, was requiring him to tell him that over and over again. Like he was going to just do it anyways.

It was beginning to strike him as a bit odd that she was inquiring after his own business there as well. The latter remark perked up his ears and he stated first plainly and simply, "Oh yes, and I suppose the muffins are equally as good." Except he may have slipped into french as he said 'muffin'. Whoops. That may have been habit. Or a sign of rambling paranoia. At this moment, in Kev's case? You never knew. He grinned anyways.

Ignoring her question, he said with a small bit of his former frenetic energy- although he tried to quiet it- "Oh? Happen to be walking by here three days ago?" Happen to see my wife? Happen to see her meet up with a guy- traditional tall, dark, handsome, scoundral type? Happen to see her get kidnapped or stolen, or...

He stopped the list right there. Or at least, he attempted too. His mind was already figuring out how to track her to her "flat".

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"No you don't..." Tigs laughed, straightening up after he had, but her arms stayed crossed. She was comfortable, and besides, crossed arms usually tended to comfort the other person, as she was less likely to be reaching for her wand.

Not, that it seemed, she needed it.

But in the commentary about the muffin? Tigs narrowed her eyes, just slightly. Did he think no one heard about the muffins and their deadliness? Responding in the same slip-up as him, her tone a little harsher than necessary, she commented, "Only if the glass shards aren't doing it for you."

No, no one who'd been there or been in England during the aftershock would eat those muffins.

He had moved on for a moment, and she tilted her head at him as she commented, "Maybe. Or maybe I was visiting Azkaban. What's it to you?"

Interesting...
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Hm. Well, she had to quash the accent then, because she responded in flawless French. Angrily, as well. Honestly, he'd been referring to if she'd wanted him to die eating them- not assumed in some way she didn't know what the reference was. Curious, he responded in the same language back- letting English fall out completely. They'd fit in better anyways...and he was already thinking incoherantly in French anyways.

"I'm...well. I always endeavor to be kind." There. Not a lie. "Azkaban's a good few leagues hence..." Actually, he didn't know where the hell it was. North Sea. He could apparate there. That was what mattered. "Three days back, I'd be ever so obliged if you happened to see whomever might have been sitting in this oh-so-popular cafe." He paused, disgusted at the description already coming out of his mouth again. "Tall, dark, handsome, scoundral type?"

Yeah, he really had lost all sense. Like she'd tell him anyways? But regardless he ran his hand through his hair and waited for a response. Anything. New place to apparate. Hopefully glass-less. Last thing he needed to do was actually lose his finger.
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somehow; we keep marching on // there's so many wars we fight, there's so many thing's were not...
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Tigs huffed, just a little bit, when he just randomly switched languages - not because she couldn't understand or respond, she could - but because he did. Why? What was the possible thing behind that? So that everyone there could understand him? Maybe. She was curious how he learned his though. And if he could handle it spoken quickly. Who knew?

"It's called apparation."
Tigs then said flatly, "When you control Azkaban, you can walk in and not be incarcerated. Of course, I was a bit surprised to see aurors leaving one behind, but, eh. Our respect for them has slowly dropped."

One could say they didn't give aurors respect, yes, but why would deatheaters pay any attention to them if they didn't see them as a formidable opponent? Yes. Exactly.

But then Tigs had to bite back a grin, a giggle, a laugh. No, instead she waited for him to finish, and amused in thinking that...Ramon was the only guy and being described as such...

As it was, Tigs allowed herself a sly, controlled smile - no laughter - and purred, "No, I didn't, but mmm....I wish I did..." And that wasn't at all why French was called the romantic language. That didn't sound bad, nope, not at all...it would have sounded bad in English too, yes? Right. So it didn't matter.

But, then she shrugged as she said, "Whoever dropped that never sat in the cafe three days ago."
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Hell. There'd been an Auror in Azkaban? He combed his memory- which seemed to be slow and out of touch at the moment, and ignored it for a moment. He doubted she'd much respect for them to begin with. Or at least- respect was one thing, actual caring was another. And he knew she already lacked the latter towards anyone bearing his title. Fun and games. That's what it was to her.

At least, that's what his over actively paranoid brain was thinking. There was another part of him that wanted to know more. More about how she'd gotten this way. More about why she, at so young an age- how old was she, nineteen? eighteen?- had killed so many? Why she'd been swallowed up and lost in these years? More. He wanted more information as to how someone that pretty could have lost their way so horribly- what possible reason, or horrible circumstance....there had to be something. There was more to the story. More, and he wanted to know it. It wasn't so horrible, was it? Tigs was many things, but psychotic wasn't one of them. She was smart. She was clever, and she did have that strange accuracy he'd pointed out. There was a reason she had joined them. A circumstance of fate: he was sure of it.

What he wasn't sure of was if knowing the reason would somehow turn his fury at her over Emma, into a misguided pity or compassion. He'd probably be unable to stand that. Probably. On the other hand...what the hell was wrong with compassion?

Oh hell. Where had his thoughts gone? He didn't even remember what she'd said. He did remember that really- he should just heavily disagree with her. It would be the smart way to put it. Except...

" Oh I disagree." Hm. Damn't. That didn't make any sense if he didn't state what it was he was disagreeing with. Her last comment broke over his ears again as he recalled and he could have sworn he pinked slightly. Uh oh. "For if they never sat in the cafe, they lied in a note, and the only way you'd know that...was if you were there."

His eyebrow raised, praying he'd recovered it. "So which is it? You're a witness, or you're simply lying?"

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somehow; we keep marching on // there's so many wars we fight, there's so many thing's were not...
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"On what, exactly?" Tigs said slowly, her smile spreading much the same. She could have sworn that he sort of...zoned out for a moment. Was he just a well-spoken, un-staggering drunk? It really did seem like he wasn't all there, but then she just supposed half his brain was on finding his wife.

Hence the third degree.

His blush was cute, but she resisted laughing, biting her lip. Condescendment didn't usually key for a innocent person, naturally. It was still funny though, as she hadn't even been talking in referral to him. Silly men.

"Sitting in the cafe? No dear, I think would notice if your bitch of a wife came into the restaurant and sat. Especially if there was someone tall, dark, and handsome..."

She wasn't lying, exactly. They hadn't gone into the cafe. But Matthew wasn't the one behind this. Despite that, she had the face of someone putting up with a tedious appraisal, and putting up with it by just a think amount of patience.

"Do I lie?" Tigs pondered the question for a moment. "Maybe every once in a while. A little one. But I mainly stretch the truth. You should know that, hmmm? Though I didn't have to much stretch the truth for you..." She grinned.
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So perhaps Kevin had been out of his mind to inquire- but now he was not altogether unhappy with what he'd found. Taking risks, he realized, could pay off. After all, he'd never said Emma had been there. Hadn't she asked if he'd been there on a "brance"- or some sort of assignment? The description he'd given her- although he ignored her twisted sort of enjoying that- could be pretty descriptive of all that he supposedly was to track down and lock away. So it was then her that brought his wife into it- and therefore she most certainly had been there.

And no man fitting that description had been involved. Surprisingly startling himself, he took a few steps towards her- frenetic and franticly attempting to will her to speak with his mind alone. He was loathe to find that he was not a legilimens, nor one who'd be resorting to the illegality of Imperius. Force he was even further disgusted from- she would hardly let him merely grab her and shove her against the wall...

...Except that's what he was trying anyways. She appeared to already be bored and his words already had seemed to be on thin ice with her; she hadn't exactly seemed eager to respond to him. But why would she - if she had somehow taken Emma from him as well?

"No, you're right. You don't lie." He hissed against her. "You're absolutely fabulous at taking the smallest grain of truth and spinning it any which way you please, to fit your meaning so that it's not the truth in the end, but still impossibly not a lie." He was furious. And terrified- but not of Tigs. Whether or not it was exactly a great idea to hold her against the wall- there were no wards on this dim alley- only his own desire to find Emma keeping him there. And it was for her that he was scared.

"I never said Emma had been here." He continued. "So you have seen her. I'll ask just once, thanks. Where is she? "


Writer: *methodically slamming her head on the wall* Kev...Kevkevkev, I could so tell you that is about to backfire. [/color][/size]

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for those days we've felt like a mistake; for those times when loves what you hate
somehow; we keep marching on // there's so many wars we fight, there's so many thing's were not...
but with what we have; I promise you that we're marching on {there's not a flag that I'd wave...}

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Tigs was rather surprised he had the balls to actually touch her, let alone push her into the wall. She allowed herself to wince, just slightly, from the impact and resulting shift inside her, and when she opened her eyes to look at him, they were hostile.

No, she didn't move away; she didn't find the need to, not yet, but if he didn't stop trying to make her part of the wall she was probably going to lose her temper. Walls were not her friends. They kind of hurt.

She stopped focusing on that though, when she started registering what he was feeling, and it was strange to see fury and fear in one mix of emotions. fury at her, perhaps, for helping along his frustration, and fear for his wife, yes, but Tigs just rolled her eyes at him.

Ripping one of her arms out of his nearly bruising grip, she pointed to the parcel on the ground. "Well you certainly didn't bring that, dear, and seeing as Matthew and Emma have a history..." She paused to smirk, "One can only conclude it was she who brought it."

A moment of silence, and another shift. "Now, if you would kindly stop trying to grind me in the wall, I would be very much inclined."

It was unspoken on what would happen if he didn't, but she knew they both knew that she would.
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Kevin contemplated moving. He really did. For all of three seconds- but he did. It was there. It was also accompanied with the thought that neither had he said Matthew's name- and that his description could have matched any number of Parisian's he might have been looking for. If she lived there- she had then, more knowledge of the politics in France as well- the fact that he'd been their Head at one time, and that therefore- he still played the perfect act of delegate between them.

"I didn't know you possessed some form of x-ray vision, that you could read from that far away..." He continued, absolutely ignoring the fact that he had no idea how far Tiger's could read, or even in fact, how far it had been before, or if she had seen it in passing beforehand...or the hundreds of other ways she probably could have read it. At that moment, he was absolutely convinced. Let's see. Matthew's probably his greatest foe and Emma's greatest regretted love. Tiger....well, he saw absolutely no reason that they wouldn't team up in some way. Too many coincidences for her to "just be there" and "just happen to have seen" and....too many coincidences. He wanted facts. He wanted Emma home safe. Moving wasn't going to accomplish that....so he had no real hard proof. Call it a hunch. Call it a whim even. He was entertaining it to the fullest extent.

"Inclined." He said simply, and loosened his grip only long enough to stop immediate danger of strangulation to her, and yet kept enough strength and force that it'd be quite the struggle for her to move in anyway. Spying an open hand, he took his own free hand and laced his fingers through it, holding it on the wall as well. "I'll say I know what that means." He said breathlessly, shaking his head. "And add a dare to it. If you know where Emma is, I will do anything you ask, at all, to get her home safe again. I won't bother attempting to appeal to your conscience."

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for those days we've felt like a mistake; for those times when loves what you hate
somehow; we keep marching on // there's so many wars we fight, there's so many thing's were not...
but with what we have; I promise you that we're marching on {there's not a flag that I'd wave...}

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Tiger watched as he processed her comments, but his first answer nearly made her smile.

"I think you would be a lot more worried if I had x-ray vision, love."
She told him, looking him up and down - as well as she could, seeing as he was pressed against her - but then she deadpanned, "It's been there for three days. People don't usually throw presents into alley ways...I was wondering if it was another explosion waiting to happen."

Oh, what a wicked grin. As if anyone would bomb the Maj, but still.

When he loosened his grip, Tigs assumed he would be stepping back, so she went to force a step forward - and found him not moving. She then looked up at the sky, as if to ask for patience, and gave into the situation, looking back down with her trademark mischievous grin.

"You know, if you wanted this so bad you could have just asked." His next comment offended her though, and she snarled. That was all, just growled.
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It was pretty much what he expected- well, until she growled. He'd winced at her first comment; realizing he probably should have figured that one. It only took a few moments before he even noticed what she'd been attempting to do when he'd loosened his grip even that tiny bit. Hm. Looking up at the sky with her, almost as though he were simply a child tricked into looking for the candy prize pro offered while the parents magically picked him up and hauled him off to bed, he realized she was giving the perfect impression (or fact) of thin patience (that she probably really had).

At the throaty growl, he blinked only once and said simply, "It's not what I want. What I want is her safely home. But fine. Do you need a demonstration that I'd do anything at all?" Never mind the fact that he'd no idea if Tigs actually had her. Never mind the fact that he couldn't reach his wand- that he was in a dim alleyway in paris, never mind the fact that he had no real proof that she wasn't just doing as she always did.

No getting to his wand without letting her go. No using magic anyways- not with anyone able to look in. A bomb as a present? Really? At this oh-so-popular cafe? Besides the muffins. And she still was growling. Well, really. He had no proof that she had a conscience. He had no proof that she was even sane. He did have proof that she was quite apt or game for anything that was her-way. So that was what he was giving her. Demonstration. Proof. Anything for Emma. It was what he wanted, Emma home, Emma safe. Damn't, he'd do anything. Anything at all. He wasn't thinking of Tigs in that at all...just that there was a far-fetched idea of his that she knew where Em was.

It wasn't exactly unfounded. He had absolutely proof that Emma'd been there. She had somehow "magically" deduced that Matthew had left it, or seen it at some other time (and then left it. Really?) There was a potion on top. Anything. He'd do anything. And his thoughts kept turning, kept winding. She had to know where Emma was; she couldn't just guess the exact people from a box, empty potion vial, and vague annoyed description of that constant thorn in his side- scoundrel in more than appearance? Had too. It was too many coincidences.

It was more than that too. It was what he wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that Tigs knew where Emma was. That there was something, anything at all, he could do to get Tigs to tell him. And what proof of that desire for Emma's safety could he give her? She would never respond to force. He knew nothing about her to attempt to extract it- except a slight glimpse of her preoccupation with the control she so easily could wrest from men. Cuffs-and-belt for christmas, honestly. And what, exactly, had she meant by having no need to stretch the truth for him? Whom had she been conversing with at that moment that he'd been the victim of her twisted truth? It was true. He wasn't lying- she did tell the truth. Just twisted it. Twisted it always. She'd never really had a reason to lie to him, not that he knew. It was probably the most intriguing fact of all for him- that she'd turned herself in.

Well, hadn't Azkaban been lost to retrieving her? He'd damn well lose it again to get Emma back. Anything. Anything at all. He wanted Emma back. What the hell was there stopping him from getting her back? The lack of knowledge about her location. Well all right. Anything to wrest her location from the one he perceieved - because he wanted to - had to know where she was. He wanted to know. And he'd do it. Anything. No magic. No wand. No violence. No clever remark. What was left in his arsenal? Why was it so hard for him to think? What the hell...

Oh. What she already expected. That was left. Demonstration of what she expected from him. Well, hell. That was simple enough. Much easier, anyways, than trying to attack her or extort through words; that was already her advantage without trying at all. And hell, it would stop that growling as well. He nodded once, and met his lips to hers in a shocked, sudden but for the extended internal rambling, kiss. It didn't so much feel to be a kiss, as it did a somewhat internal struggle for them both. Attempting to figure each others motives. It was much harder for her to lie- no, wait, twist the truth, when she couldn't speak, wasn't it? Obviously.

It didn't last long either, he pulled back, suddenly feeling quite on fire, as though he was smarting, afraid of being burned. Playing with fire, oh how ironic the cliches went. He was stunned at his own action, stunned by his own lack of focus, lack of inhibitions, lack of restraint.

And his utter and complete lack of common sense. What the hell was that going to accomplish? His mind was now in retreat- fleeing from everything he had just said, and everything he had just thought. Spinning, wickedly, whirling around in threads of thought that could have weaved the mixed and colorful tapestry of confusion he was experiencing that that instant. She seemed sure of herself, always. And he had no control at all. In that instant, however, he wasn't sure which of it that had just lost control. She had no wand either. And it was already what she expected! If she expected it- what the hell was affirming her twisted delusions of his motives going to do? How the heck could that get Emma back? And why had he been so completely convinced of it before?

He let her go. When had that happened? He'd released her- but when? How? And bloody-hell, why? Kiss her and release? That was his brilliant plan? What the hell had gotten into him? He still was on fire. Furious, twisted, confused, and terrified. His eyes had turned to stone with the inability to process- and Emma had not been missing for more than a week. Abi'd been much longer...and Abi was fine. Andy was fine. Katie was fine. He was by no means entirely desperate yet; and yet, he seemed to be? His emotions were in overdrive, panicked. He was having trouble breathing. Because now it seemed to be that he was far more panicked over his own action, panicked at the folly of his that he could have possibly just kissed her. Twisted, turned around, terrified. Gasping, and panting, and curiously numbing now...he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do now. Running seemed like a start.

But he remained convinced that Tigs still possessed the knowledge of Emma's wayward location, and he had no way of simply running from that.

Oh hell. Yes he did. Yes he did. He had no proof, and he's made an utter and complete guilty fool of himself already. Run. Run fast. Run hard. Sprint, even.

So he did, he fled. He disapparated to his own flat not a mile away, saying only the moment that he'd sometime-ago released her, "Anytime." It was somewhat of a promise- anytime she wanted to say where Emma was, anytime she wanted to bring Emma home...did he have any way of knowing if she would follow that?-- but it was true for him. He'd do anything for her.

Back to that then. Back to doing anything, anything for what he wanted, getting Emma home. Anything at all. No regrets, no guilt, no stopping until he achieved it. The danger of his new sentiment didn't occur to him, nor why it was so new. Just want. It was all he knew at that instant.

Want.

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somehow; we keep marching on // there's so many wars we fight, there's so many thing's were not...
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It had been almost two weeks since she and Kevin got back from Atlantis... a month and a half since she found out she was already two months pregnant. Well, halfway to three now. Emma had been lucky not to been faced with morning sickness or cravings while she was away. Hardly fitting for time away with the family and time alone with Kevin.

But now that she was back, nature wasn't being quite so forgiving. The morning sickness had started the previous week. Typically, not just morning sickness but luckily for the time being she hadn't been ill more than a couple of times a day.

The main problems were currently Emma's cravings (muffins and spongey cakes) and the fact that she was feeling rather tired... or rather a little dizzy and drained. She new this was normal but she never remembered feeling it quite so early on in her pregnancy with Katie. Or even having read about feeling quite like this, in her many baby books she'd acumulated over the last two years.

She'd been wandering through the local French shops for ideas for the new baby and ideas for new maternity clothes, when the dizzy spell hit. In a way, she wasn't entirely surprised. Morning sickness had hit not long after she'd eaten breaakfast that morning and so in so many words, she'd sort of not had breakfast. On the upside, it did give Emma a reason to indulge in her cravings, pushing through the door of Majeste D'ivoire and placing her heavy order.

"I'll have one blueberry muffin, one chocolate one and... one vanilla. Oh and can I have a hot chocolate with that?" The woman behind the counter had raised an eyebrow, having seen her come in alone but Emma had simply muttered the word, "Cravings." and the woman was giving her knowledgable nod before setting to work with her order.

Emma made her way over to an empty table, settling down, glad of the chance to sit. She was still feeling a bit wobbly but was sure the muffins and hot chocolate might do the job. They'd certainly satify her cravings.
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Jen couldn't believe how close she came to helping Matthew find out. In the end she ran. She was terrified he'd get hurt because of her own selfish need for him to know. She just ran and eventually decided she needed to be farther away. She came in and automatically ordered a whole bunch of things in hopes of not looking so odd just sitting at a table alone.

Catching her breath she ran her hands over her face and took her things out of her pocket to set on the table. One of which she took the time to use, but when she turned her head to look at the room, she noticed a woman at one of the tables alone with what looked like just as much as she had gotten. Biting her lip she looked at the second drink she already had her hand around and got up and walked over.

"Hey," Jen greeted lamely, trying to remember she was Ali and not herself. It was hard when she was far too close to being upset all over again. Smiling she set the drink down and shrugged her shoulder's. "You look like you need it more than me and I already have one." Then she paused and added, "Mind if I sit?"
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Emma had settled herself into her seat and only moments later the waitress had come past with her order of three muffins and a mug of hot chocolate. Dizzy as she was, Emma made short work of her first muffin and was just finishing off her hot chocolate when a woman crossed from her own table with her order, two coffee mugs in her hands.

Emma pushed aside her empty mug, reaching for her second muffin, looking up at the woman with a small but curious smile. She was sure she knew her from somewhere but then, she'd met a lot of people in passing over the years. Worked with many who had moved on. Emma could smell the whiff of hot coffee floating from the mug that had been offered to her. Really she shouldn't have too much caffine while pregnant but one mug wouldn't hurt. "Really? Thank you. Feel free to help yourself the my other muffin, if you want it. Cravings," she explained.

At the question of whether or not the woman could take a seat, Emma nodded still with a curious smile on her face as she reached for the offered mug and took a sip. Really, where did she know her from? "No, please. Take a seat." And then it dawned on her. It had been a while since she'd last seen her but still... "Alison..?" Her tone was wary, unsure. "Alison Praley? I think I used to work with you. You used to work as an Auror?" Of course, she could be wrong. "I'm Emma D'Abugine... used to be Hope about two years ago..."
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"It's no problem."

She didn't mind. She had another anyways.

"Thanks," she added as far as the offered muffin went.

Normally she would have declined but Alison had a different taste for food than she did and probably because she was more human than she was. Things just tasted better or really had some taste at all. Picking up the muffin she took a little piece off and ate it before commenting further.

"Dunno how that is but my friend was the same way. She used to always complain about not feeling well and then we found these like drinks that are specifically for that. It's supposed to help because it has some kind of proteins and all that good stuff in it. She took the four of them for the four days and felt better after that. Side effects aside because the whole feel worse before you feel better."

Laughing shortly a moment after,

"Sorry. I was rambling."

Which the entire time she hadn't even taken a seat and quickly did so to avoid looking less odd. To hear herself addressed as Alison was still odd but at least Emma knew her and at least Jen knew a thing or two about Ali.

"Oh, Emma, wow I didn't even realize it was you. It's so good to see you and yeah, used to, but that didn't work out. So how have you been?"

Jen didn't ever do well at polite conversation but as Ali she was giving it a go.
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Emma was glad to have a bit of company. She's felt a bit wierd wandering around the shops earlier on her own and had felt the same sat alone with all that food before her. She watched Ali taken the muffin, picking at it, glad to have someone now to talk to. "Don't mention it. Call it thanks for the coffee." She lifted the mug, taking another sip.

The conversation turned to cravings and pregnacy and Emma nodded, hearing of her friend being the same way. "It was the same for me when I had Katie... our first. But I'm nearly three months along and never remember feeling quite like this, this early. Then again, I guess every pregnancy is different."

Her ears pricked up however to hear there were actually protein drink that could help ease the feelings of illness and instantly she was intrigued. "Potions...? Can I ask where she got them?" Emma could understand the feeling worse before feeling better. When potion didin't work like that? "I might be tempted to try..." The morning sickness, dizzyness and occassionally feeling drain that occured during pregnancy, she wasn't exactly a fan of. She was willing to try anything for an easy pregnancy.

"Feel free to ramble," she laughed, glad when Ali recognised her. "I guess it has been a while. I'm fine. Married now, got our second child on the way. Still an Auror." She gave Ali an apolgetic look, remembering how werewolfs and vampires were let go from Auror duties. "How have you been? What have you been doing with yourself?"
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"Definitely. You can never know what to expect."

Ali wouldn't know but Jen did for sure. Which she was sure technically speaking vampire's weren't supposed to be able to have kids but she called it defying the odds. Wouldn't happen again she didn't think and she didn't think she wanted it to.

"It's like this little exclusive shop. Their trying to be more well known but advertising costs a ton and the economy is all screwed up you know. How about this, I can totally send it to you. I'm sure my friend could get some again since she knows the guy and it might be easier."

Simple enough. At least it sounded that way to her. She listened intently as Emma explained things and she smiled again.

"Congratulations. That's awesome," she said sincerely. "I've just been staying around HQ. I'm staying there actually and I'm in the Order. Besides that everything's a bit dull."

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"Right! Emma nodded with a small laugh. Alison was right. You nevercould know what to expect. in this world, anything could happen.

She'd half expected to be told, Ali didn't know know where her friend had got the potions, or that it had been so long ago, the shop had gone out of business. BothBut Emma was pleasantly surprised to hear that Ali could definitely get her some of the potion. With a product like the one Ali was talking about, Emma was just as surprised that the exclusive store was lacking in publicty. Pregnant woman would be queuing up to get their hands on it.

"Are you sure? I mean I'd be willing to pay, of course." Emma reached down for her bag, refling about inside it for a moment and drawing out a notepad and pen. "This... is my home address." she explained, jotting down her details. "If you're really sure, this would be where to send it to me." Emma was willing to give it a try, at least.

Emma grinned at the congratulations she recieved, thinking over her marriage and the birth of their daughter, as well as the baby on the way. "Thank you. It's been a hard couple of years but those are the highlights I guess." She listened as Ali brought her up to speed with her own life, sipping at her coffee and picking at her second muffin.

"I haven't been the HQ in a while, actually. I moved to France when Kevin and I got married." In fact, some of her stuff was likely still in her old room. "I should really pop my head in there at some point as see what's changed." She nodded at the mention of the Order, a part of the group also. "It's dull for now. Nothing ever stays dull for long. That much I know from experience.

Setting her bag back on the floor beside her, Emma felt her head spin a little and sat back up in her seat. "Ugh, you'd think all this would be enough to settle my head and stomach." She gestured to her the muffins and mugs.
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"It's no trouble really. Think of it as...a friend helping out a friend."

Which was simple enough really and as Emma jotted down what information was needed she nodded as she made sure to put it in her pocket. When she remembered she had forgotten most of her stuff at the other table she held up a finger for Emma to wait a second as she gathered up her things and came back. At least this way she could talk and not worry about stolen objects or anything.

"No one's really around headquarters anymore. I figure most of them are in their offices and then at home. The place has really been looking depressing lately," Jen told her. "Completely agree though--what can go wrong will go wrong."

She gave a tiny laugh at that much. She knew that well enough at this point.

"I do hope you feel better. It might be the weather you never know. I mean when it changes so much it can throw anyone off."
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