In Sickness and in Health
Jan 14, 2015 0:50:08 GMT
Post by Luke Baxter on Jan 14, 2015 0:50:08 GMT
Luke had been walking up and down Diagon Alley for twenty minutes, browsing shop windows which he had little interest in. So far, he'd examined a broomstick that could have been a mop for all he knew, a set of robes which he would never be seen wearing, and an owl he didn't have any need of. Truthfully, Luke had set out for Diagon Alley that morning with a plan to see Evie, but as soon as he'd arrived the wizard had begun to change his mind half a dozen times. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to be visiting so soon after their trip to Knockturn, but rather whether he should be seeing her at all. After all his promises to himself that all he'd offer was his friendship, the wizard had been more than ready to kiss her the previous day. The very thought of her lips made blood rush to places he would rather it stayed away from, and it frustrated him to no end. He was controlled in every aspect of his life, yet when it came to the witch his body had ideas of its own.
With this in mind, Luke battled between two halves of himself. One side, warned him that being with Evie was selfish and doomed. Even disregarding the fact that she may not have feelings for him, Luke was intense, tainted, and had too many skeletons in his closet to count. It wouldn't be fair to drag her down, just so he could have a moment of happiness. However, the other half of him couldn't have cared less about the logic of the situation. He craved Evie, he wanted to kiss her more than he could remember wanting anything before. Thoughts of Knockturn had kept him awake yet again, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the feel of Evie's stomach beneath his palm...Luke rubbed the back of his neck as another wave of longing washed over him, and the decision was made. Friendship was not an option at that moment, he had to see if there could be any deeper emotion for him in the redhead. With that, Luke strode towards Flourish and Blotts, not taking another second to reconsider.
It was quiet inside the store, and he couldn't see a single customer from the doorway. It was better that way, it would mean Evie's attention didn't have to be divided. Luke scanned the shelves for her breifly but saw no glimmer of auburn amongst the dusty tomes. "She isn't here," a voice drawled and Luke stiffened, turning his eyes to Nate who was walking out of the back room. Luke stepped forwards towards him, although disappointment was swirling in his gut. Nate was giving him the usual look, although this time he didn't have to conceal it for the witch's sake. "Evie," he added as if Luke didn't know who he meant, "she has the day off." Luke nodded once and resisted the urge to ball his hands into fists. He was normally tolerant of people, but there was something about the man that made his skin crawl. "I thought she worked full time?" Luke said, hating to prolong the conversation but needing to know the answer. Nate sighed and slapped a book onto a pile, "She does, but she's sick at home. Sorry to disappoint you." Luke narrowed his eyes as Nate smirked a little, although he was clearly as annoyed by her absence as Luke. "Now, unless you actually came here to buy something...I have work to be getting on with." Luke wished he had an excuse to punch the man, but he wasn't the sort who went around attacking random shop assistants. Instead he ground his teeth and walked towards the door, "You've been very helpful. I'll make sure I tell Evie. I'm sure she'll be happy to know you've got things under control here." Nate frowned at him suspiciously, "When are you planning on doing that? Didn't you hear me, she's ill." Luke nodded and smiled a little, "I'm heading over now. She probably needs someone to be with, and to look after her. I'll tell her you said hello. Thank you for all your help." With that, Luke slammed the shop door until it shook on the hinges. He hated Nate, and he doubted that would ever change. However, he hadn't been lying to him about seeing Evie.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to go and visit her when she was sick, but if he didn't Luke would only worry all day. So, he headed back up the street in the direction of her home, retracing their footsteps from his birthday night. A shop caught his eye on the way and he stepped inside, before exiting with a brown paper bag. For some reason, nerves fizzed in his chest as he stepped up to her flat, gripping the bag tighter than was necessary. He knocked on the door and swallowed before turning to look out at her street, knowing there was no changing his mind. He waited for her to answer, heart thumping steadily in his chest. When the door creaked open, he smiled and looked over his shoulder at her, before facing Evie completely. "I'm sorry to turn up like this. But I wanted to see how you are feeling?"
Evie Gilbert
With this in mind, Luke battled between two halves of himself. One side, warned him that being with Evie was selfish and doomed. Even disregarding the fact that she may not have feelings for him, Luke was intense, tainted, and had too many skeletons in his closet to count. It wouldn't be fair to drag her down, just so he could have a moment of happiness. However, the other half of him couldn't have cared less about the logic of the situation. He craved Evie, he wanted to kiss her more than he could remember wanting anything before. Thoughts of Knockturn had kept him awake yet again, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the feel of Evie's stomach beneath his palm...Luke rubbed the back of his neck as another wave of longing washed over him, and the decision was made. Friendship was not an option at that moment, he had to see if there could be any deeper emotion for him in the redhead. With that, Luke strode towards Flourish and Blotts, not taking another second to reconsider.
It was quiet inside the store, and he couldn't see a single customer from the doorway. It was better that way, it would mean Evie's attention didn't have to be divided. Luke scanned the shelves for her breifly but saw no glimmer of auburn amongst the dusty tomes. "She isn't here," a voice drawled and Luke stiffened, turning his eyes to Nate who was walking out of the back room. Luke stepped forwards towards him, although disappointment was swirling in his gut. Nate was giving him the usual look, although this time he didn't have to conceal it for the witch's sake. "Evie," he added as if Luke didn't know who he meant, "she has the day off." Luke nodded once and resisted the urge to ball his hands into fists. He was normally tolerant of people, but there was something about the man that made his skin crawl. "I thought she worked full time?" Luke said, hating to prolong the conversation but needing to know the answer. Nate sighed and slapped a book onto a pile, "She does, but she's sick at home. Sorry to disappoint you." Luke narrowed his eyes as Nate smirked a little, although he was clearly as annoyed by her absence as Luke. "Now, unless you actually came here to buy something...I have work to be getting on with." Luke wished he had an excuse to punch the man, but he wasn't the sort who went around attacking random shop assistants. Instead he ground his teeth and walked towards the door, "You've been very helpful. I'll make sure I tell Evie. I'm sure she'll be happy to know you've got things under control here." Nate frowned at him suspiciously, "When are you planning on doing that? Didn't you hear me, she's ill." Luke nodded and smiled a little, "I'm heading over now. She probably needs someone to be with, and to look after her. I'll tell her you said hello. Thank you for all your help." With that, Luke slammed the shop door until it shook on the hinges. He hated Nate, and he doubted that would ever change. However, he hadn't been lying to him about seeing Evie.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to go and visit her when she was sick, but if he didn't Luke would only worry all day. So, he headed back up the street in the direction of her home, retracing their footsteps from his birthday night. A shop caught his eye on the way and he stepped inside, before exiting with a brown paper bag. For some reason, nerves fizzed in his chest as he stepped up to her flat, gripping the bag tighter than was necessary. He knocked on the door and swallowed before turning to look out at her street, knowing there was no changing his mind. He waited for her to answer, heart thumping steadily in his chest. When the door creaked open, he smiled and looked over his shoulder at her, before facing Evie completely. "I'm sorry to turn up like this. But I wanted to see how you are feeling?"
Evie Gilbert
