Faye Morgan
OTHER ADULTS
executive dp writer.
So what do you say to taking chances?
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Post by Faye Morgan on Oct 12, 2008 22:27:29 GMT -5
• FAYE • surprise, surprise i told you lies [/I][/size][/center] closed. Yet again, the brunette found herself sitting at her usual table in the Leaky Cauldron with her usual drink--water. She had tried to find somewhere else to go and something else to do, but the pub called her name, just like it did every time she went to Diagon Alley. It was like a magnet, too, because she would try to steer herself away from it, only to find that she was being pulled in there by some invisible force. It could have been, worse, of course. She could have had some drinking problem that caused her to go there, but that was most definitely not the case. Faye wasn't a drinker; when she happened to drink something that wasn't tea or water, it was on a special occasion, like Christmas or her birthday or something.
It was quiet today, probably because all of the students were at Hogwarts and most normal people were at work. Faye was at work, but she really didn't have anything to do. And it was her lunch break. She had walked down the cobblestone path of the Alley about twenty minutes before and come to grab something to drink and a bite to eat. Her food was taking a bit longer than she would have liked, though. She had ordered a nice bowl of noodles with alfredo sauce, hold the chicken or any other meat that could have put in it. They had told her that the order would be done in a jiffy, but it seemed to be taking forever. This was not the usual service Faye expected. But it was quality over quantity. She'd rather have a meal that took hours to make that tasted nice over a meal that took five minutes and tasted disgusting.
She was glad that she had decided to bring some of her paperwork with her. A few of the journalists working at the Daily Prophet had written some articles to put in morning paper, and she needed to make sure that they were perfectly written and make sure that each comma and semicolon was where it needed to be. She was such a perfectionist when it came to doing her job; everything had to be exactly as she wanted it or else it wasn't a piece of writing worthy to be placed in any issue of the paper. This annoyed a lot of people that worked for her, but she was the boss, the head honcho of the paper, and all of the employees had to listen to her. That was one of the things she enjoyed about her job: she got to be the boss of herself and the others.
Reaching into her black messenger bag, Faye pulled out a small stack of papers, a quill, and an inkwell with red ink inside of it. She removed the cap of the inkwell and dipped the tip of her quill into it. She then looked over one of the papers she had brought with her and looked for places that need a correction made. When she spotted one, the tip of her quill touched the paper and made a scratching noise as she made the necessary correction. In the margins she made notes of important things to remember as well as things that needed to be edited and changed; her writing, though cramped and somewhat sloppy, still had a neatness about it that she had acquired during her years of school as well as those of her young adult life.
Faye shifted her position in her seat and made herself a bit more comfortable. She was sitting on the edge of her seat as she usually did and was leaning over the table and over the papers upon which she was scribbling away. She made a few noises that showed she was not entirely happy with the work her employees had done; an occasional sigh of exasperation or fatigue escaped her lips, too, but she continued working. She had to make sure all of those papers were looked at and corrected by the time they had to start printing the papers off for delivery the next morning. It was a huge job, but somebody had to do it. And that somebody was Faye. [/font][/blockquote]
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Post by Gray Scorsby on Oct 13, 2008 15:33:42 GMT -5
• GRAY • I'm here without you baby But you're still on my lonely mind
The golden rays of the sun shone as brightly as a summers day. Fall was only a week or so away and yet it seemed that the summer was not going to let itself be slowly pushed aside during the last few days it would have left this year. It was only a matter of time however until the warmth of the sun would fade away as the colours change from green to orange. As every year before it, fall always brought with it cool weather in the preparation for the cold wind of winter. Changes in the whether seemed to be more common to people then changes in the character of the people the whether surrounded. One thing that seemed to have left unchanged and unfazed by its environment was one man named Gray Scorsby.
Through the years, Gray has always kept his serious and more often then not sarcastic exterior. He has always very much been the type trust his intuition and what he thinks is right over anything else while still dealing with the situations he is placed in rationally and logically. Since his graduation at the age of seventeen, he has been working at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. When he had first started he spent much of his time studying the art of Healing Magic and as a former Ravenclaw Gray had excelled to become the top of his class. Twenty years had passed since he had started and Gray now found himself with the promotion to Head Healer only a year ago by the hospitals administrator.
His shoes clicked with every step he took along the cobble stone alley way. It wasn't a particularly slow day at St. Mungo's, with this you-know-who character around it seemed that healers never got breaks at all. Since his promotion it seemed that Gray had found himself working long nights and well into the early hours of the morning while catching only a few hours of sleep whenever he could find the time. The war seemed to be taking a toll on all the Healers however as the Head Healer it seemed that Gray's attention was mandatory in nearly every case. Today however was different. Today Gray was going to spend the day on his own and take the time to relax away from the madness the war had brought upon Britain.
Gray made his way through the long winding road of Diagon Alley. It was particularly quiet now that the students had all left for Hogwarts although the quiet air seemed to be surrounding everyone with the war looming over them all. Today however Gray was going to push all thoughts of the war out of his mind and right now what was on his mind was lunch. It was about noon and Gray found himself craving some food from the Leaky Cauldron. Since he was eleven the Leaky Cauldron has always been his favorite place to eat during the summer times before school started. With adulthood this has not changed as Gray has become a much welcomed regular customer.
As he entered through the front doors, Gray quickly noticed that there was not many people out for lunch. Most people these days either stayed home with their families or simply ate at work. Scanning the place quickly, Gray only noticed faces that were all too familiar. One face however seemed to jump out at him like a stray spell. At first he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Her hair colour was different and he could easily tell that she had grown over the twenty years they haven't seen each other. However there was no questioning her identity, Gray would have had to be blind to not recognize the person he'd grown up with through his entire childhood, Faye Gibson.
For the first time in years Gray found himself unable to think of anything to say. It had been so long since he'd seen Faye, and when she had left there had been no warning. Her disappearance had left his heart torn and his emotions broken. Now that she was back however, Gray was unsure where that left them. It seemed dangerous to reopen old wounds however he would think himself a fool to not take this chance to find out why she had left without a word. Slowly making his way towards her table, Gray stopped not a few feet from her. She was hard at work scribbling down words at a fast pace and had probably not noticed his entrance. Passing a slightly nervous hand through his hair Gray finally worked himself to utter a simple greeting. "hiy."
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Faye Morgan
OTHER ADULTS
executive dp writer.
So what do you say to taking chances?
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Post by Faye Morgan on Oct 13, 2008 16:40:39 GMT -5
• FAYE • surprise, surprise i told you lies [/I][/size][/center] It didn't take very long for Faye Morgan to fill up the margins of the paper she had been reading and editing. What had previously been a seemingly perfect article was now one that had been "Faye-tized"--at least that's how all of the other journalists had started putting it. It had become a coined phrase at the Daily Prophet. It made Faye feel a bit strange to have a phrase coined after her name and tendencies, but it also made her feel good about her job. What she had yet to determine was whether or not the other journalists meant that nicely or rudely. She was sure that some meant it nicely and others rudely, but she wasn't about to argue with them over something as simple as her "Faye-tizing" things. Some people were just particular about having someone correct their work.
Faye had gotten to the end of the article and made a strange face at the last paragraph. Her eyes blinked a bit rapidly as she shook her head slowly back and forth. The expression upon her face made it apparent that she was not at all pleased with the last paragraph, much less the entire article as a whole. With a heavy sigh about her lips, the woman dipped her quill into the inkwell sitting in front of her and scribbled rapidly through a little less than half the article. She then dropped her quill and started to blow over the ink. It didn't dry much quicker than it would have without her aid, but she was trying to hurry it along nonetheless. She slid to a clean area of the wooden table and started to read over another one.
She had barely started to read the first few sentences of the article before she heard someone speak. At first she didn't think that the man was talking to her, but no one else had answered, and she realized that she was one of the only other people inside the pub aside from him and the waiters. She blinked for a few moments and brushed some of her frizzy hair from her face. She turned in her chair and looked at the man who was standing a few feet away from the table at which she sat.
"Hello," she said slowly and almost questioningly. It surprised her that what she thought was a complete stranger had spoken to her out of the blue. She blinked a few times, her hazel eyes catching the bright light of the pub. She tilted her head some, her hair falling slightly into her face, which caused her to brush it back. "Can I help you?" she asked, raising one of her finely done brows in questioning of the man.
She was completely unaware of the fact that she knew this man from when they were both children and students in school. His appearance gave not sign that he was someone she once knew and grew up with. His voice gave no sign that he was the same person he had been some twenty years ago when they were still best friends. Nothing about him made it apparent that he was Gray Scorsby. [/font][/blockquote]
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Post by Gray Scorsby on Oct 15, 2008 21:53:18 GMT -5
• GRAY • I'm here without you baby But you're still on my lonely mind It seemed an eternity before Faye looked back up at him. Gray was never the nervous type however right now it seemed that his stomach had decided differently for him today. It twisted and tied itself in knots that seemed to want to take up a permanent residence right where they were. This didn't however keep Gray from having his usual calm expression, it was something he seemed to be known for these days.
"Hello, can I help you?"
She'd forgotten him. They had been been friends for practically eighteen years and she didn't remember. It was only natural though, Gray prided himself of being a logical man and with that he had to admit that his physical appearance had changed. After all, he didn't exactly have a beard and grey hair when he had graduated. His eyes had become more piercing with his age, his hair was no longer the shaggy mess it had been and his no longer had that boyish look he was once known for. Gray pushed these thoughts quickly out of his mind and cleared his mind of everything but the current conversation. If Faye didn't remember him simply by look, he was sure that his personality and memory would serve him well.
Placing his hands in his pockets, Gray tilted his head slightly out of an old habit of his. "I'm hurt Chiquita Banana, you come back and you don't even remember your old friend." he said as he fainted being hurt. Chiquita Banana was old nickname Gray had given her when they were children, something he had often teased her with. If there was one thing that Gray excelled in much more then his academic achievement was hiding how he truly felt. He had never been the type to show his emotions to others and that was one thing that had never changed over the twenty years they'd been apart.
Taking his right hand out of his pocket, Gray placed it on the chair next to Faye. It there was one thing that she would notice about his physical appearance was the scare he had on the back of his right hand near his thumb. They had been eight when he had gotten it, most of the details were lost in their childhood but what Gray did remember was that it involved a rock, a tree and the outdoors. Needless to say that Gray had not always been the most gifted person when it had to hiking. Or rather "walking with hills" as he called it.
Looking down at her, it was hard to suppress all the negative feelings he had once been all too familiar with. It had to be done however, neither his pride nor his character would allow him to show anything. This was something that Faye new all too well through their friendship however Gray new now more then ever that his emotions had to stay in check.
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Faye Morgan
OTHER ADULTS
executive dp writer.
So what do you say to taking chances?
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Post by Faye Morgan on Oct 16, 2008 17:40:42 GMT -5
• FAYE • surprise, surprise i told you lies [/I][/size][/center] Faye had gone back to reading the papers in front of her for the few moments of silence that happened to fill the space between them for a few moments. She had just enough time to write notes in the margins and put punctuation where it was needed. And then he spoke and said something that she had definitely not expected. She whipped her head around to look at him and blinked a few times; her massive head full of hair had fallen into her face, but she didn't take time to brush it away. Her mouth had dropped open in surprise, and it was obvious that something had hit her--something he had said.
When she finally managed to close her mouth and swallow, her eyes blinked rapidly. She looked away from him and at her paper before dropping her quill upon the table. Her head turned, and her eyes gazed back at him. Her breathing had changed; she was now breathing heavier and through her mouth rather than her nostrils. When she finally managed to catch herself, she looked at him in the eyes and realize that she could recognize a slight twinkle in his eye that he had when they were teenagers. She licked her lips and swallowed heavily because she had felt herself go dry.
"Gray?" she managed to say. "I didn't forget you. I just…didn't recognize you." She brushed her hair back from her face and blinked a few times. She could feel herself wanting to cry happy tears but refrained from doing so in fear that she would embarrass herself. She ran her hand along the back of her seat absentmindedly and scratched at some of the peeling paint before looking back up at him. A faint laugh escaped her small mouth. "It's been years. You're all grown up now."
She felt bad for having not recognizing her friend upon first glance, but he had really changed over the past nineteen or so years that they had been apart. The only reason she knew it was him was because he had called her Chiquita Banana, which was a nickname she had received some years ago when they were both children. She couldn't remember why or how it had been given, but he had given it to her nonetheless.
Now that the two were re-familiarized with each other, Faye knew that she would have to explain the entire situation to her friend. She would have to tell where she went after school and why. She would have to tell him about the family she had created without him, with another man. She would have to tell about how she had changed. He would have to tell her how he had changed, too. But it didn't seem that he had changed much, aside from the appearance.
"I can't believe it’s really you," she said faintly, a small smile upon her face. Slowly, she stood to her feet and walked over to him. She stood directly in front of him for a moment before swallowing and wrapping her arms around his neck. She hugged him warmly and breathed a bit before pulling back. Her hazel eyes met his blue ones. She could see him now. Those eyes of his had always given him away. "There's a lot that we need to talk about. I'm sure you agree?" [/font][/blockquote]
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