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Post by Sean Leviner on Apr 18, 2011 20:25:17 GMT -5
Sean followed Lydia inside, letting the door fall closed behind them with a chime of a bell. A girl behind the counter glanced up and gave them both a little smile, signaling to sit wherever and that she would come help them momentarily.
Sean sat down across from her listening to her story. He didn't really catch that she was leaving a lot out... just one little bit. "Sick? That must have been rough to deal with in school." He didn't want to press because he didn't know her that well. So he breezed by it, all with an effort of making her feel at ease.
"My mum's a muggle. She loves making sure we do things the long way, sometimes. Anyway, I think you found your calling. You're very good at what you do."
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Post by Lydia Kenyon on Apr 19, 2011 23:44:44 GMT -5
He made her feel at ease, even when talking about something that made her very uneasy. She was just glad he didn't press her for details about her "illness." It wasn't that she wanted to keep in a secret, really... but it was hardly "first date" material. If this was a date...
"I missed most of my seventh year and had to repeat it," she admitted. "I was lucky that my grades were good, and they let me start an apprenticeship at the hospital early."
She had also been lucky that no one held her breakdown against her. She had lost her whole family; most people would have broken down over something like that, and they were always quick to assure her.
"Thank you," she said, blushing lightly. She wasn't used to compliments, and she was surprised at the warm feeling that filled her.
"I still do a lot of things the muggle way, too," she admitted. "Even cook. Of course, I'm not a very good cook... but it just feels wrong to use magic, you know?"
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Post by Sean Leviner on Apr 25, 2011 17:10:15 GMT -5
Sean was regarding her with a soft look. There was something else there, something that suggested she hadn't been sick, or at least it wasn't any kind of cold or flu that made her miss that year, but he didn't press. If she didn't offer the information freely, it meant she didn't want to talk about it, and Sean didn't know her well enough to push for it.
"Well, the year didn't hurt you. You obviously know what you're doing, and you're great at your job."
He shook his head and almost, almost laughed. "No... not in my apartment. Cooking isn't edible unless magic's involved." He had a suspician that she was better at cooking than she left on, whether or not she was aware of it. She didn't seem like the kind that would feign modesty, though.
He caught sght of the waitress walking towards them, and he nodded to her. "Are you ready to order?"
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Post by Lydia Kenyon on Apr 29, 2011 15:05:23 GMT -5
Maybe it had just been so long since she had actually enjoyed anything at all. After the accident, she had stopped eating for a while. That was part of the reason she had to go into the hospital--they needed to find ways to make sure she ate. Even after she got out, she didn't really find much joy in life... she didn't enjoy the taste of food or the scent of flowers. Really, the only things keeping her going were her job and her cat. Most of the time, she was just going through the motions.
But maybe it was time to come out of the fog. Sean was the first person to really make her smile in a long time, and she didn't know how to tell him what that meant to her. One day she would, though.
"Thank you. I guess you could say I was extremely motivated by then... I think it really helped to have a goal."
She gave a quick glance down at the menu and said, "I'll have the grilled cheese on whole wheat, with tomatoes, and a side of cole slaw."
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Post by Sean Leviner on Jul 2, 2011 17:36:12 GMT -5
Sean nodded. "It says a lot though that you stuck to a self enforced goal. A lot of people can't seem to do that." Maybe he could take a page from her book, in that regard.
He looked at her for a long moment, thinking that she just looked so... petite. And maybe fragile. But she seemed to prove otherwise every single time he saw her. He admired her for her job, for coming through whatever hardships he didn't (yet) know about. Ah, Merlin... he liked her.
He smiled a little, masking the action as he turned to the waitress. "Tuna melt, please. On Sourdough. And a side of chips." When the woman wrote this down and turned away, Sean felt the need to keep the conversation moving. He hated awkward silences. Silences were fine... just not when they were awkward.
"How are things at St Mungos?"
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Post by Lydia Kenyon on Jul 12, 2011 18:07:52 GMT -5
"I need to have a goal," Lydia replied. "It keeps me sane."
She kept her tone light and casual as she said this, but the truth was neither light nor casual. If she hadn't had that goal to work towards, and her job to keep her busy and focused now, she was pretty sure she would slip into the same kind of malaise that her colleague Kieran was suffering from now. The difference between her and Kieran was that he didn't know how to distance himself, to keep his personal life from his professional life. Lydia, on the other hand, didn't have a personal life--well, she hadn't until now, anyway--and was better able to distance herself from her pain. But then, she'd gone through the worst of it years ago. Now she was just numb to it.
Luckily, the conversation turned to St. Mungo's, which was much easier for her to talk about. "It's been busy, but I guess that's no surprise. You must be seeing the same sort of thing--more attacks, more strange curses... We had a few Imperius curse cases come in earlier this week. And I have a bad feeling it's only the beginning."
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