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Post by Noah Rawlings on Aug 30, 2010 17:39:19 GMT -5
At Marcy's rhyming, Noah let out a loud laugh. Marcy really was the kind of person that Noah had been looking for to spend some time with. She made him feel light and almost care-free.
"I can't think of anything that rhymes with favorite either. You know, I've never heard anyone rhyme like that. That was the best laugh I've had in a long time. I believe that the kids are going to fall in love with you and want you to come back all the time." Of course, now Noah couldn't imagine that the children wouldn't fall in love with her. He already really liked her, especially after the fact that she continued on with a rhyme after he did.
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Sept 9, 2010 22:24:40 GMT -5
Marcy blushed. Maybe it was a little too soon to be thinking such thoughts, but she couldnt' help but be affected by the phrase "fall in love with you." She always had to remind herself not to get ahead of herself, and to just stay in the moment. If she got her hopes up and things didn't work out... She knew she would be shattered. Honestly, she had just met the guy a little less than an hour ago. She had to take things one at a time.
But Marcy was a strong believer in love at first sight... And she had never met anyone with whom she felt so completely comfortable...
"Well, I'm glad you liked it," she said. "Maybe I could help you out and tell the kids stories in rhymes like that."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Sept 11, 2010 20:17:04 GMT -5
"I think that the kids would get a kick out of it. They would love it. I'm pretty positive that you would have to teach the story to them so that they could say it themselves." Noah had a feeling that the children would want Marcy to start coming whenever he did. That would be a treat for the entire party, in his opinion.
"I think that everyone would enjoy it. Maybe we could do a story together that would end up rhyming some how or another. It wouldn't really have to make complete sense, because I'm more than positive the children would think it was funny."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Sept 12, 2010 23:33:31 GMT -5
Marcy smiled as she finished the last of her ice cream, which was now quite melted to a consistency of thick, milky soup. She was already imagining the kinds of stories they could tell together, and how the children would respond. It made her happy just to think of it.
"So, when is your next story time, anyway? I mean, if I'm going to help you with your drawings, I'm going to need a little time to get them ready."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Sept 14, 2010 6:36:40 GMT -5
"The next story time is today actually," he said, "but you don't have to worry about them today. It's more of thing of whenever you have the time, I'm not going to rush you to draw. You can take your time." Noah wasn't in a rush for any sort of pictures. The thought crossed his mind to have something to be somewhat of an illustration for the children but he knew that they didn't mind if he had pictures today or not.
"It's going to be later today, probably around five. During the week I always have story time around five, then on the weekends I usually do it around ten in the morning, but that's usually every other weekend, although I do it every Friday around three. I try to do it at least twice a week. It alternates between doing it on Wednesday evenings, Fridays around three, and then doing it Tuesday evenings and Fridays around three. That's my usual schedule that I will owl out to everyone who comes to the story time, but sometimes things end up changing a little."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Oct 21, 2010 23:00:23 GMT -5
Marcy giggled. "I think I'm gonna need a calendar to mark that down," she teased. She was surprised to hear that he held the story time so frequently. She rather thought it was just one of those things, maybe he just did it every once in a while, when he had time. Most people, especially guys, didn't take so much time out of their own schedules just to read stories to children. But then, maybe Noah wasn't like most guys.
"Well, it's too bad that you didn't run into me sooner," she said. "I would have loved to have pictures ready for you today, but I don't think there will be time."
But another idea had occurred to her, and her smile brightened a little as she thought of it. Maybe she could surprise him and show up for story time... even if she didn't have pictures, she could at least come to hear the story and watch him with the kids.
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Oct 25, 2010 17:35:13 GMT -5
"You can get the pictures done whenever you feel like getting them done. I'm not in a huge rush to have them. I just thought that the children would like a few picture books to go along with the stories." Noah actually looked forward to story time with the children. The children were all so full of life and they made his life a lot less stressful. They were so carefree and they always brought a smile to his face. He didn't have anyone else to go home to, so the children were his best option to take up his time. Story time wasn't really a job. It was something he did for fun. Seeing the children getting up and becoming creative and learning, that was something else.
"And maybe the reason I haven't ran into you sooner is that now is a perfect time. I haven't quite figured out why it would be the perfect time just yet, but once I think of it, I'll let you know," Noah said with his smile growing.
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Oct 27, 2010 17:00:32 GMT -5
Marcy was excited about her plan to surprise him at the library. It really was too bad that she wouldn't have time to draw any of the pictures yet, but at least she could show up and listen to him tell the story. And maybe afterwards they could do something together. And why not? After all, it was the 70s, and she was a modern woman. She could make a move like that. It wasn't a big deal.
"I think it's the art store. It's magical... it brings people together. I think I'm going to recommend it to all my friends."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Oct 27, 2010 21:56:57 GMT -5
"The art store literally makes people run into each other," Noah laughed. Usually if Noah had run into some girl, even on accident, she normally would have just brushed it off. Marcy, she wasn't like that. Her laughter was what brought him in. The whole incident and the remarks made after that. It was one of those things that was a rarity.
"Timing is the key to everything, and I believe the art store helped that along. I mean it's not every day you run into someone, knock them off their feet, have them laugh about the situation, agree to go out for ice cream and then, realize that you can sit around making up different stories about the people around you and the person sitting across from you joins right along because they happen to do that as well." Noah took a breath and smiled. "We just happen to have perfect timing."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Nov 7, 2010 23:48:44 GMT -5
"Well, you know, it is rather cramped in that art store," Marcy replied. "Not a lot of room for people to walk around. Not to mention all the rocks for people to trip on." She added this last bit with a teasing smile.
The best thing about Noah, she decided, wasn't even that he was cute or that he liked to read to kids. It was that he shared her goofy sense of humor. Most guys didn't quite get her, but Noah did.
"I think there must have been some good luck in the air today, when we met," she agreed. "I think we're going to be fabulous friends. Oh! I know another thing that I do... I don't know if you do it too. I give everyone nicknames. Sometimes they're just a play on the person's name, other times they're just descriptions of what they did that made them stand out. Like my friend Anita, I sometimes call her Nita or Nee-Nee. If we hadn't ended up talking, I probably would have called you Demolition Derby guy, for crashing into me like that."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Nov 8, 2010 13:40:29 GMT -5
"Demolition Derby guy," Noah repeated. He put on a thoughtful look. "I actually like the sound of that." He laughed. "I tend to give people nicknames sometimes, only if I don't know their name or if I just happen to think of something for someone. A lot of the kids have nicknames. There's a set of twins there. A good way of telling them apart, especially when they think they are confusing me, is call them by their nickname. The right one always answers." Noah grinned.
Marcy was entertaining. She wasn't the girl who was sitting across from him batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair. No. She had a sense of humor that Noah liked, a sense of humor he could relate to.
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Nov 12, 2010 1:48:28 GMT -5
"Kids love nicknames," Marcy said. "As long as they're fun, of course. Mean nicknames aren't good. When I was in school, there was this kid who called me Tumbleweeds, because he said my hair was so frizzy it looked like a giant blonde tumbleweed. That was not a cool nickname."
She shook her head. She loved kids, but sometimes they could be really cruel. Especially to each other.
"Anyway, that was a long time ago. And I'm sure you give great nicknames to the kids."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Nov 12, 2010 12:43:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, I try to make sure that the kids don't be mean to each other. At first, they were actually pretty mean to the other, but once I threatened to just leave and not read to them anymore, they started acting nice to each other. There are a few children in there who are best friends now."
Noah hated seeing kids being mean to each other. He wasn't subjected to that whenever he was younger, but he remembered seeing other kids being picked on. There were a few that Noah stood up for, and had he known Marcy in school, he probably would have stuck up for her then too.
"There is this one little boy, Keith, who keeps pulling this one little girl's hair all the time. I keep telling him that means he likes her and he'll blush everytime. I couldn't help one time but laugh when Keith kept tugging on Rachel's hair and she pushed him. She pushed him a little too hard and he fell down. Rachel started to got worried and she started asking him if he was okay. I didn't want to intervene because I wanted to see what would happen. The look on Keith's face was what made it funny. But I didn't laugh loud enough for them to hear. It was cute watching them."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Nov 13, 2010 14:33:14 GMT -5
Marcy laughed. "That's pretty cute. I had one of those boys who used to pull my hair when I was a kid. For a while, I lived with my dad and he sent me to a muggle school for a couple of years. There was this muggle boy who used to do that... pull my hair and stuff. I accidentally hexed him, so that his freckles all turned to exploding boils. I should have gotten in trouble for that, but the teacher and the school nurse just thought he had a weird medical condition...."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Nov 14, 2010 9:24:33 GMT -5
Noah let out a laugh. "Poor boy," he said teasingly. "Glad I wasn't the one tugging your hair at that moment."
He looked up at the clock and sighed. "I really hate to end our amazing conversation, but the children will be expecting me soon." Noah honestly didn't want to their conversation to end. This was one of the first times he had enjoyed himself with someone else other than the children in awhile. "Maybe we can go to lunch sometime this week. I mean we both work in the same place, so I can always make a trip by the reception desk and we could go to lunch."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Nov 19, 2010 2:12:44 GMT -5
Marcy couldn't deny being just a little bit disappointed. But she also knew that this was not going to be the end of their.... whatever this was. She was going to surprise him by turning up at the library. She was going to draw pictures for him to use with the stories, and he was going to stop by the reception desk to see her. He was inviting her to lunch. This chance encounter wasn't just going to be a passing thing... they were going to be friends. And maybe more... but she would deal with that in time.
"Lunch would be stellar," she replied, nodding vigorously. "And you'd better stop by my reception desk once in a while. In fact, what's your favorite candy? I promise to stock it in my candy dish, just for you."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Dec 13, 2010 21:27:40 GMT -5
"Believe me, I'll stop by your desk once in awhile. I wouldn't want you to hex me like you did that little boy," he said teasingly. Noah wasn't just going to let this, whatever you would call it, go. He was enjoying himself and Marcy was a sweet enough person. It wasn't every day that you collided into someone and end up having a great conversation with. He had a feeling that it wasn't over and he wasn't going to let it be over.
"My favorite candy, hm," Noah thought for a moment. "That really is a tough question. I have a lot of favorites. Fizzing Whizbees, I like that they make you levitate for a moment. Oh, and then there's licorice wands and chocolate. I'm not entirely picky when it comes to candy." He really did have a sweet tooth. When it came to candy, it didn't take too much to make him happy. In general it didn't take too much to make Noah happy.
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Dec 17, 2010 18:48:10 GMT -5
Marcy giggled. "Oh, don't worry. I hardly ever hex anyone in the Ministry. Unless they really deserve it, of course," she added with a wink.
As the main reception witch, Marcy liked to think of herself as being sort of the welcome wagon. Most visitors to the Ministry were there for unpleasant reasons, so she felt that it was her job to sort of set people at ease and help them to feel more comfortable being there. She also knew most of the Ministry employees and was pretty up-to-date on all the gossip, so that she was always the one person anyone could go to for information.
"I'll definitely try to keep some fizzing whizzbees around for you," she said. "And licorice wands. But chocolate is a little tricky... usually when I keep chocolate in my candy dish, I finish it all myself! I confess, I have a real weakness for chocolate. Especially chocolate mint, as you might have guessed by my favorite ice cream flavor."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Dec 20, 2010 14:56:49 GMT -5
"I'll keep that in mind," Noah said with a wink. It was enjoyable talking to Marcy and Noah was glad that the feeling was mutual. He would see her again, probably tomorrow and that was perfectly fine. It was something that he was going to actually look forward to. Sure, he loved his job, but now he had something that could pass the time away.
"Those fizzing whizzbees are good to give people who are not expecting to get one. There was this one guy in the department that I gave one to who happened to be completely serious. I nearly fell over laughing when he started levitating a little after eating it because of the expression on his face. I think he has lightened up a little since then." Noah laughed then pushed his chair out from the table.
"I better get going so I won't be late. Emma and Todd always show up at least twenty minutes early, so I need to make sure I'm there before they get there."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Jan 5, 2011 0:45:24 GMT -5
Marcy really didn't want to let him go, but she knew that the children were important to him. She would hate to disappoint them. So she sighed and gave a little pout. "Oh, OK," she said. "You wouldn't want to keep them waiting."
She stood up and held her hand out to him. "It was really nice being crashed into by you," she said. "I hope to see you again really soon. After all, I've got to get those drawings to you when I finish them. And you do know where to find me."
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