rabbit heart
I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
h e r - p a r e n t s
She had no choice; it was for their own good.
Now that the war was over, she had hesitations
on finding her parents – she knew that despite
Voldemort’s fall, she was not safe. There were
still death eaters who were willing to do the fallen
villian’s work for him. Yes, she was convinced that
they were lurking about, waiting for a chance to
strike at any given moment.
But she missed them terribly so.
So much, that she could not help the wave
of depression that washed over her.
Was it hers? No. Was she going to claim it was? Of course.“Yeah, that’s mine”, The girl snatched up the gold stopwatch that she had pickpocketed only a moment ago before she had so carelessly dropped it.
She studied the other with a calculating gaze. Did she have any money on her? Trinkets?
The way the girl had grabbed the watch from her made her scowl slightly. The least she could have done was say thanks, not nearly tear her arm off. “I don’t suppose you know any manners, do you?”
“It seems you’ve dropped something.
Is this yours?”
He was certain it had to give most a certain level of difficulty. But it came quite easily to him. Perhaps because he spoke a painstaking, frustrating second language known for its flourishes; her name sounded more like something he would hear roaming the streets of Paris. Unusual, indeed, but the wrestler was not unused to uncommon names, he had four children with names one didn’t hear on a daily basis.
It came to him as something of a surprise, the fact his size didn’t seem to, well, startle her as it would most. And that she seemed perfectly oblivious as to who he was and what he did - that, he was thankful for. On both accounts.
”..Oh uh,” amber hues wandered toward the empty seat across from her, his gaze lingering as he contemplated for a moment or so. It couldn’t hurt anything, could it? He had at least a few minutes to spare.. “If you don’t mind or, weren’t saving this seat for anyone..”
With his size, she was not at all shocked. She had seen many things in the wizarding world, some creatures much taller than he, thus why the height did not bother her. She hadn’t much time to watch television as whenever she was home, it was spent mostly catching up with her family and friends (or what little amount she had left..). During her school years, she mainly stuck to reading books and studying for the courses she would take the following year. When she did manage to watch the tv, it was on channels where one would learn about stuff such as nature or landmarks. Simply because she found the world fascinating.
“Of course not,” she said, watching the much taller male take a seat. She moved her book aside so that he knew he had her full attention on him. “So, may I ask what you’re doing here? Do you enjoy the drinks?”
❝don’t you think that skirt
is a little too small for your
butt, hm?❞
“I have to wonder why exactly
you’re staring where you shouldn’t be.”
Hunter was certainly not the world’s most sociable man, anyone who knew him well enough could tell horror stories for days about how incredibly difficult it was to drag even a clipped sentence from him at times. And when he did speak, he was beyond awkward. Occasionally far too cold and crass for the liking of most, other times far too genteel and softspoken. Regardless, this was unusual. It had to be the fact that tonight was important; this good mood. ”Hermione?” he parroted, quietly, to be sure he’d heard her correctly.
“Hunter. Name’s Hunter."
The female gave him a small nod to reassure him that he had pronounced her name correct; something that she was sure gave most a difficulty. It was interesting, her name. It is not something she would have thought to call her child, but at the same time, was glad that her parents had decided to.
When he spoke his name, she offered up a small smile; Hunter seemed like a suitable name for him, by going off his appearance. She would have to get to know him more to decide whether or not it was suitable for his personality.
"Well, mister Hunter, would you care to sit?”
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The brunette turned her head to the person standing next to her as she held onto her coffee. “Do you happen to have a bit of change? I’m afraid I’m a little short.”
Despite the fact it was honestly far too early for socializing, or much of anything else for that matter, he was in an unusually decent mood. Better than decent, in fact. So as his attentions rose from what was his third straight can of Red Bull thusfar; he did the unthinkable. The corners of his lips twitched into something of a smile, amber hues settling on the young woman without their usual intensity, and shards of ice.
”Uhhh, mornin’..”
She had just finished a cup of tea when her eye caught someone. When the older male flashed a smile (or what she thought was a smile) in her direction, she did the same and then assumed that he wished to speak to her. “Hello there– I’m Hermione. Who’re you..?”
