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Post by Emelia Malfoy on Apr 1, 2010 14:28:22 GMT -5
It had been weeks since her husband died- no, was killed. Either way, Emelia had finally reached a place where she knew she needed to start doing things. Blake wouldn't want the estate to fall to ruins because she was utterly incapable of handling things... except that she was utterly incapable.
For a woman who never left the house (she still felt like Blake would frown upon it, even if he couldn't say anything to her), she was incredibly resourceful when she needed to be.
It ached to consider the possibility, but she needed help. She couldn't handle this on her own, and through a lot of rooting through Blake's things, she found contact information for someone who ended up giving her one name... Jesse Mathieson. He'll do anything you need, she was told, and Merlin knew she needed a lot of help. She knew, too, that Blake wouldn't want anyone messing in their affairs, but it was that, or let everything fall to pieces. She chose the former.
She sat on that name for another week before finally owling the man, and they set up a time to meet. Today. And Emelia was terrified.
She was pacing the sitting room for a good twenty minutes before the man was supposed to arrive, just thankful that both of her boys were at school.
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Post by Jesse Matheson on Apr 1, 2010 18:44:27 GMT -5
Jesse was the type if man that could do just about anything. He could do a little contracting, a little plumbing, just a little of everything. It was pretty much the only way that Jesse kept himself up. Sure, he was fairly smart but just some desk job didn't interest him. Neither did any of this Auror verses Deatheater stuff either. Jesse always figured that he was on his own side, therefore he couldn't go for either one.
Receiving an owl, Jesse knew the name once he read the envelope. He heard a little about a lot of people too. Replying back to Emelia, Jesse agreed to meet her today. He wasn't nervous at all, after all he had to be a confident man. Whatever needed to be done, he could do it.
Dressing in muggle clothes, Jesse headed over to the address on the owl. It was always best to arrive just a little early, even if it was only by five minutes. Arriving at the house, Jesse walked up to the door with a confident step and knocked on the door.
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Post by Emelia Malfoy on Apr 2, 2010 14:41:29 GMT -5
The knock on the door startled her, and she stood at full attention, practically. Her nerves were a wreck, and she sighed, having a very bad feeling that this was going to turn out badly. She didn't know this man. What was she doing?
She nodded to one of the house elves to get the door, and she peered at the man outside while the house elf took his name and invited him in. The muggle close gave her an immediate bad impression, but he was here on time at least, and she couldn't complain about that.
"Mr. Matheson? I'm Emelia," she said, stepping forward with her hand extended, her voice soft and her eyes not quite meeting his.
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Post by Jesse Matheson on Apr 3, 2010 9:30:00 GMT -5
Sure, he knew that his muggle clothes would probably get strange looks but he didn't really care. Jesse always thought that it was better to be comfortable, plus it was difficult to really do any jobs in robes. In robes it would get too hot and then there was just all the fabric.
Following the house elf into the house, he waited patiently for the woman who owled him. When she appeared, Jesse saw immediately that she was fairly fragile especially with the way she carried herself, but it wasn't his job to really address that. Of course he thought it was curious that she didn't met his eyes.
Jesse held his hand out and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you Emelia," he said. "You can just call me Jesse." He took that moment to observe her again.
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Post by Emelia Malfoy on Dec 30, 2010 4:25:36 GMT -5
Emelia just stared at their hands once connected, and gingerly pulled hers back to her body, pressing it flat against her stomach with her other hand now on top. This had been a mistake. A really, really big mistake. She should have asked one of the boys to be here for this, because now she didn't know what to do.
"Jesse," she repeated and nodded, letting the name sit on her tongue while she got used to it. "Would you... like some tea?" That was something she could do to keep her hands busy, at least. And make him feel at home? She wished she didn't feel so lost and so clueless in this situation.
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Post by Jesse Matheson on Jan 8, 2011 12:52:39 GMT -5
Jesse was not a dumb man. He could sense Emelia's uncomfortable feeling being around him. Usually he would have thrown out a few joking lines already, but he knew that wasn't appropriate here. She seemed fragile and quite honestly, Jesse wanted to keep his job.
"That would be nice Emelia but maybe you could show me what exactly you would like repaired first? That way I can get started and stay out of your way." Jesse wasn't exactly used to being this polite to people but he felt that Emelia was a different case. Usually these women who were in the rich families were very confident and everything but this one was not like the others.
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