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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 11, 2009 15:10:47 GMT -5
Nathalia didn't rush to get back to her mother's apartment after she left Roland's, though she was entirely unaware of the arguement now taking place the floor above her. Had she known Roland was defending her, it might have been even harder to leave.
She opened the door to the apartment, a soft smile on her face and oblivious to her mother in the living room until she had closed and locked the door and turned around.
"Oh, hey Mum. I thought you might have gone to bed already."
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Post by Ursula Webb on Jan 11, 2009 15:51:20 GMT -5
After meeting Anna the other night, Ursula had found it difficult to get the woman out of her head. So much so that she had invested in a modified version of a muggle television set with a video machine, which enabled her to watch whatever she wanted. And all she wanted to watch were movies that Annalise Kennedy had done. Tonight, long after the house elf had retired and gone to bed, Ursula was up and watching the jewel thief movie where she had first had "naughty thoughts" about Anna. She still was unable to pay attention to the plot, she was far too captivated by its star.
When Nathalia came in, Ursula quickly flicked her wand at the TV, turning it off. Then she looked up at her daughter and smiled.
"You're home a little later than I was expecting," she said. "Didn't you have the early shift tonight?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 11, 2009 16:00:40 GMT -5
Nathalia had been a little too caught up in her own world to notice her mother flicking the TV off so quickly.
Her smile grew a little wider at her words. "I did have the early shift," she said, wiggling her eyebrows slightly. Hey, if she helped her mother pick up women, she had no trouble with her knowing she had met up with someone.
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Post by Ursula Webb on Jan 11, 2009 16:23:21 GMT -5
Ursula knew that smile. She knew it even without the eyebrow wiggle. It was one of those things that a mother always knew, and Ursula was closer to her daughter than most mothers. "Oh, I see," she said, returning the smile.
Ursula shifted her position on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "Well, why don't you come over here and tell me about him?" she said with a wink. "It was a him, wasn't it?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 11, 2009 21:18:58 GMT -5
"Yeah, It was a him. I'm still batting for the home team, Mum, though you never know. I might convert." She came and sat next to Ursula on the couch, one leg curled under her body. "His name's Roland and he lives a floor above you."
As though that were a perfectly acceptable introduction, she leaned back, getting comfortable. What to tell her mother? That it was a one night stand, she had chosen to leave, and she wasn't entirely positive she would see Roland again? Or that she had been sad to leave him, and she inexplicably wished he would come see her again, even if nothing more than a conversation came from it.
She gave her mother a look. "And he's got a tatoo."
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Post by Ursula Webb on Jan 11, 2009 22:14:52 GMT -5
Ursula smiled and reached out to take Nathalia's hand. "You know I support you whatever you choose, darling," she said. Then, as if realizing that her words sounded like a Hallmark commercial (if she knew what that actually meant), she let out a little laugh. "I mean, I suppose men have their uses. I hope you put this one to good use."
She listened as Nathalia mentioned the man's name and smiled at the mention of a tattoo. "He sounds quite fascinating," she said. "Why aren't you still up there with him?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 12, 2009 12:54:51 GMT -5
Nathalia shrugged as if she didn't care, as if it was ust a fling that was over, but her smile faded at the question.
"The moment ended," she replied. No, Roland had not kicked her out, and he was a saint for that, letting her leave with dignity. But like she had told him, he didn't ask her to stay, either. She hated that this gave her a twinge of sadness. Oh well, in a day she would get over it, but right now, it made her wonder if she should try for something more solid, and her thoughts floated to Dimitri, almost unknowingly.
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Post by Ursula Webb on Jan 12, 2009 14:36:01 GMT -5
Ursula was good at reading between the lines, and she all too easily understood what Nathalia was saying. She knew that her daughter tended to take a more relaxed approach to dating... unfortunately, it was a habit she had picked up from Ursula herself. But then, when you lived the way Ursula did, real relationships could be hard to find and even harder to maintain.
"You liked this one, though, didn't you?" she said softly. "I hope he was good to you... and maybe he'll call you again. Who knows?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 13, 2009 16:23:22 GMT -5
Nathalia shrugged. "He probably won't. It was... a one night kind of thing," Nathalia said, and she didn't understand the reason she was feeling like she was. She did this fairly often. Granted, Roland was kinder and more of a gentleman than she was used to, and she did find him intriguing. She also knew that he wasn't really the one for her. But she didn't feel as fulfilled as she should.
"You know, Mum, I'm kind of tired. I think I'm going to get something to eat and then go to bed."
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Post by Ursula Webb on Jan 13, 2009 23:54:40 GMT -5
Like any mother, Ursula hated to see her daughter upset. And she could tell that Nathalia was all of a sudden unhappy. She had seemed happy enough when she came in, but as the glow faded, so did Nathalia's smile. "Are you OK, honey?" she asked gently. She reached over and put her arms around Nathalia, holding her close for a minute.
"One night stands can be a real ego-bruising experience, I know. Just tell me he was good to you and not a total cad. Because I won't hesitate to go up there and kick his butt for you if you want me to."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 14, 2009 18:39:51 GMT -5
Nat smiled and shrugged. "No, Mum, I'm fine. I promise."
She pulled away from Ursula's embrace, feigning a small smile. "No, Mum. Thanks anyway. Actually, he wasn't a cad at all. He was very sweet and very much a gentleman." And that, honestly, was the problem.
She ran a hand through her blonde hair and got to her feet. "Anyway, I smell like alcohol and smoke and sex and I'm starving, so..."
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