Iain Murray
I shed people like snakes shed skin.
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Post by Iain Murray on Jan 27, 2012 8:05:41 GMT 1
Her response should've been a first hint that Bridgette was single - but then again Iain can be rather obtuse sometimes. He was more puzzled as to why breakfast in bed should be shared with a lover only (also forgetting that 'someone you love' might equally be a very good friend, but he didn't think that's what Bridgette meant anyway). He nodded at her answer a little pensively, then chuckled. "You sure? Breakfast in bed takes practise - a mattress is definitely not as stable as a table," he said, chuckling at his own accidental rhyme. He'd only ever done breakfasts in bed with Cailean and with their parents on Mother's and Father's Day (because that had always been the twins' idea of a surprise - even though it was never really a surprise because their antics in the kitchen would wake up the whole street, really) - the idea of doing it with a lover had never crossed his mind. Perhaps because it just wasn't on his mind that much, or maybe because breakfast in bed was just associated with family for him, not romantic feelings.
"Still," he laughed a little. "Don't let them come to you pretending to be homesick while they're actually skipping History of Magic or something," Iain warned her in jest. Iain was not so much into coddling. He was gentle and emphatic enough to have a pretty decent bedside manner, actually, but he did maintain the distance between healer and patient. Iain was a caring person, but maybe it had just slipped into his way of working after losing a few patients too many in the IC. Actually, Iain doubted that every women had motherly instincts. There were too many unhappy or abused children around to go against that. He wasn't going to contradict Bridgette though. Iain could see that she believed it and at least it did apply to her - and what could be wrong with a spot of idealism, right? "Oh- I didn't mean to insinuate that you had to have it spelled out." He laughed a little and toyed with his empty coffee cup. "I just assumed that you'd want children?" Was it too early to say that in their conversation? They'd never been very close before and here he was discussing Bridgette's motherly instincts and vague futuristic plans with her. Hm. "Good point, though. Always leave room for plan B." Or C, or D.
Iain, I'm sorry to say, doesn't do crushes or pining and things like that. In that sense, he's got quite a bit of male thick-headedness going on, because it's easy to catch him flirting without him realising he's doing it and although he might date a girl once or twice, he's never shown much interest afterwards. Some people are convinced it's because he's too attached to Cailean, others think Iain's just afraid of commitment. I personally think he just doesn't like standing still - and he'll either need a partner who can keep up with him, or someone who can slow him down a bit. "Bah, not been hired?" Iain pulled a face. "That would've been bad - for so many reasons." He'd have to have gone back to London, for one thing, and found a space of his own to live. (Because with nothing binding him to Scotland, although it was where he wanted to be most, he would've just gone back to his brother even if that meant living in London.) "No, I love this catching up," he said, gesticulating a little. "I mean, it's a bit weird, you know? Coming here and the only shared memories you have is with your ex-teachers?" He laughed a bit.
Neither of them had seen the waitress coming, Iain least of all because he'd been focused on the conversation with Bridgette. He was about to say something like 'Oi! That was uncalled for, at least apologise!' but Bridgette (surprisingly!) was quicker than him - and more hurtful, too. He sat back a little, not quite sure if he was willing to risk his hide in this. Of course, he hadn't noticed the waitress looking at him, so he had no idea why either of the girls would be so vicious. He wasn't going to ask, though. "Hell hath no fury.." he muttered under his breath and winced as he listened to Bridgette's words - especially as it apparently involved him. Wincing, Iain cleared his throat. "Uhm-" He wasn't sure what it was, but if Bridgette reacted to her so fiery, something else had to be going on. Unless his classmate had changed that much from before, anyway - because she'd never been like this. Iain imagined she'd hardly even mentioned it and if the waitress had apologised, she probably would've brushed it off saying it had just been an accident or something. Of course this hadn't been an accident, but it was still the reaction he had expected from Bridgette. "How about we all apologise and forget about it - good idea?" Iain didn't want this to get even more messy than it already was - especially not in public. He had no idea if the waitress was really pregnant, but it didn't matter because it might be hurtful either way. Sure, Bridgette's dress was a little ruined, but that could be fixed. Iain's eyes shifted between the girls. How had this happened so suddenly?
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Post by Bridgette C. Hamett on Jan 27, 2012 9:03:01 GMT 1
Bridgette didn't quite get the part about how it would need practice... With her grandmother, she'd just use a tray, but her grandmother was old of course, where other woman celebrating mothers day were normally much younger... did they not use a tray? did they really just eat their breakfast on the bed? "I'll pass on it for now" she said smiling softly at him. She didn't understand what he meant but could only assume it was interesting that she will ask about another time.
"I may coddle them, but I certainly don't let them miss class because of it. " she explained happily. Nothing bothered her more when a student came in feeling sick during class. well the students that pretended to be sick just to get out of class. That just got on her nerves and most the the students knew that, she's made it fairly clear to some of them. Is Bridgette's parents hadn't been killed in that tornado back in America, she probably wouldn't coddle so much, nor would she even be here, in the three broomsticks catching up with an old friend.
Bridgette couldn't help but laughed. "of course I want children, It'd get me out of the coddling habit I have with the students that's for sure. But I could definitely wait some more years... There's no rush for me to suddenly start having kids when I'm not even married." she laughed more. What was so funny to her was that she wasn't even in a relationship and the thought of having kids at this moment seemed crazy. Of course, she figured Iain wasn't offering to help her have kids but just in general the thought of kids at this age was just... no. not happening for her. " plan B? " she questioned lightly.
Bridgette agreed, this catching up was very fun. She had always seen this kind of side of Iain during the school years but she was happy to show him her real side. not just the quite shy girl who majorly lacked a backbone. "Yea, it was a bit weird to be honest... it makes me feel young... but still a little hold at the same time... you know?" she asked him casually.
Bridgette's blue eye's shifted from the pregnant waitress to Iain. Her fierce gaze softened. "You don't slow down and just people watch do you?" she asked him, honestly, she could never see him doing that. She remembered him as the boy who could barley sit still during class. "Iain, you don't understand how girls act around men they find appealing. Girls such as this one." she pointed at the waitress. "They see something they like, and they claim it in their heads. They keep their eye on that thing the entire time it's still in the room. The instant they feel threatened by another woman when it comes to that thing, their natural reaction is to attack or to do something such as, spill a full glass of fire whiskey on the opposing female." she explained as if it was simple logic. which to her it kinda was. It was something she had noticed after people watching for so long, This was simply evidence that her suggestions were correct. "Muggles call this 'bitches be crazy' if I remember correctly" she finished talking to Iain before turning back to the waitress.
The waitress stared furiously at Bridgette, but only made a huffing noise before storming away.
Bridgette simply turned back to Iain and smiled apologetically "I apologize greatly for that. I normally wouldn't do that. If it had been an accident that situation would have been completely different. " she apologized greatly to him. Honestly, she was actually quite embarrassed about this entire thing, slightly wanted to crawl into a hole and just die.
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Iain Murray
I shed people like snakes shed skin.
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Post by Iain Murray on Jan 27, 2012 9:29:07 GMT 1
Trays, obviously, were for beginners! Real, trained bed-picnic-ers didn't need such things. It took a lot of practise to have cups of tea and glasses of juice standing on sheets without spilling, but that was worth it, because trays were cumbersome and anoying. And boring. But perhaps it was indeed time to leave that subject for now.
"A delicate balance between coddling and non-coddling, then?" Iain suggested with a chuckle. He hadn't had any homesick students so far - just a sprained wrist after a fall downstairs and a hair-dye charm gone wrong. "If there's students who need coddling, I'll just send them to you, alright?" he said, grinning. "And you can send the freakish accidents to me, I know my fair share about that sort of stuff." Iain raised a bit of an eyebrow when Bridgette told him she wanted children - without a doubt or second thought. For all that she'd said she hadn't planned her future yet, she sounded pretty sure about this. Well, rather her than him! "Oh, Plan B is just a way of phrasing. I've had to adjust my ideas about my future life often enough that I'm probably on Plan R now or something." It was rather true. Some of Iain's plans for life had, admittedly, been a little unrealistic (because, for example, his brother was never really going to stay single, nor were they going to live together forever). And then, of course, there had been the switching between different wards in St. Mungo's. By now Iain had accepted that he had no control over his life, it just seemed to happen and all he could do was try and guide it a little, but there was just no telling. The lack of certainty made life a lot more exciting - but also a little scary, at times. "Nothing is ever certain, you know."
The look in Bridgette's eyes made Iain frown a bit. No, no he didn't slow down and people watch - why would he? Life as intense and claiming enough without him randomly paying attention to people around him. "Uhm-" Oh Lord, was she really explaining to him how girls worked now? His insides squirmed unpleasantly. "Are you sure about that? I mean.. she's not spoken a word to you - this might all just be a misunderstanding," he offered carefully. He'd seen what Bridgette could do with words now and he didn't particularly wanted her to bite his head off. Cailean had always been good with words, Iain was more about the deeds. But even if Bridgette was right - did it matter? After all, the waitress could pine and watch and mentally claim all she liked, but Iain wouldn't be bothered in the slightest. Okay, sure - it was rude of her to spill that drink on Bridgette, so she needed to apologise and maybe pay for the dry cleaning or something - but why would Bridgette get so worked up about? Had the waitress come over to the table to ask him out or something, he would've declined anyway. "I think we should just all calm down," he suggested and ran a hand through his hair, pulling the ends of it as the waitress walked off, fuming. "I mean, really - if she thinks I can be claimed or something then she's just barmy, anyway," he laughed a little. The idea of Iain being captured like a prey or tamed like a wild animal was ridiculous - and he wondered if Bridgette realised that he didn't need her to stand up for him (though he was glad to see that she was standing up for herself, anyway). "We'll sort something out with the bartender - get your dry cleaning done or something. No problemo, right?"
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Post by Bridgette C. Hamett on Jan 27, 2012 10:01:22 GMT 1
Bridgette nodded happily. "I will happily do so. I've never been too good with freakish accidents, just don't have the stomach for it." she agreed. she'd rather deal with homesick students then someone with a foot facing a way it shouldn't be facing. just the though of that made her almost go into a panic attack.
Her eyebrow raised slightly. he had a point. The future was unpredictable and as far as she knew it. She'd end up being a crazy cat lady. The thought of that disturbed her a lot, She was more of a dog fan than a cat fan. Cat's just didn't like her for some reason. perhaps it was because she normally smelled like a dog whenever she was around a cat? "True, The future could be anything. I guess we should prepare for the unexpected to happen?" she laughed lightly. By expecting the unexpecting to happy, it makes the likely expected to happen actually happen because it would become unexpecting because what was once unexpecting was now expecting and the things that are expecting normally don't happen. unless they were talking about pregnant women in-which they are expecting a human baby not a velociraptor.
"lets just called it a woman's intowishin" she suggested. It honestly felt like two cats standing off, waiting for the first to attack but they both know the other wont.
In all honesty, Bridgette didn't really know why she was acting this way, but she could only expect that it was because the waitress didn't respect her. Respect was always high on her list, if she didn't get is they shouldn't expect it back. If they were a senior to her, they'd get it regardless.
Bridgette waved her hand at Iain, " oh no, that isn't necessary, firewhiskey is a lot easier to get out then some people claim. " she claimed as she smiled softly at him. her cheeks almost turning pink with embarrassment. It couldn't be help, she had lost a little control with herself just moments earlier. What had gone wrong? what exactly had happened? She wasn't sure but She felt like she stood up for herself for a moment which was good for her. something to be proud of."Anyways...." she paused as she twiddled her index fingers for a moment before looking at Iain. " excited for your first shift?" she tried her best to change the subject off this horrible insadent.
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Iain Murray
I shed people like snakes shed skin.
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Post by Iain Murray on Jan 27, 2012 12:13:43 GMT 1
"Brilliant, a deal it is then." Iain chuckled. "And don't worry about freakish accidents - you'll get used to them in time," he reassured her. As far as something like that could be reassuring at all. How could it possibly be reassuring to realise that after a while looking at open fractures (etc.) would not shake you to the core anymore? Iain should know, though - working at the first aid and doing trauma will do that to you. After seeing ten children with a supracondylar fracture to the humerus, the eleventh is simply not as shocking anymore. Iain shrugged. "There's no way of preparing for every possibility. I tend not to try. I'll just see how things go, more fun that way." As a result, however, Iain was drifting a bit - he didn't have a goal to work towards. He had a job here, now, and that was good - but apart from that he had little to no plans, no real expectations or dreams. It wouldn't take long before that realisation caught up with him. Well, Iain would definitely leave the feminine intuition thing to Bridgette - he knew nothing about that. "If you say so?" He glanced at the waitress, who was stoically cleaning glasses behind the bar. This was confusing. First Bridgette flew almost completely off the handle, but when Iain came up with a solution she didn't demand the waitress to pay for the cleaning. What was this about? He didn't get it. She did look a little flustered, though - maybe she hadn't meant to react so strongly. That was probably it. She'd just lost her cool. That was okay, it happened. They could just forget all about it now. "My first shift? Oh, aye." He smiled, glad for the change of subject. "Well, excited is maybe not the right word, but I'm happy to get started, definitely. Only takes so long before you end up bored, even here, you know?"He smiled, more at ease, and reached for his coat. "Speaking of boredom, I've been inside long enough. I, eh.. Do you have anywhere to be? I was just going to take a walk, but company is always good?" he asked, shrugging on his coat. It was true that he wasn't in the mood to stay inside much longer, but mostly he just didn't want to be here right now. Even if the fight was over, there was still tension in the air, and it made him uncomfortable - very much so. "They weather's pretty good for the time of year?" he added, glancing out the window. It wasn't exactly warm, but there were some patches of blue sky peeping out from behind the clouds every once in a while - a promise of spring.
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Post by Bridgette C. Hamett on Jan 28, 2012 8:12:55 GMT 1
Bridgette nodded with agreement. That she could do, She was happy to hand him the freakish accidents, although she never really had to deal with them. Mainly because of her normal shift times.
She nodded onces again, Agreeing to the fact it's be more fun to just see how things go when there isn't a real goal in the end. but that wasn't how she really was, She enjoyed goals have a point where she wanted to get too. "I enjoy having a goal. it's something to look forward too accomplish."
Bridgette was really embarrassed at herself right now. Her eyes glanced at the window for a moment. before returning to Iain and smiling lightly. Had she gone a little to hard on the waitress? In her heart she knew she had but couldn't help but not feel guilty. This was a rather weird feeling for her. She was almost proud of herself for doing that and she didn't really like this feeling but enjoyed it at the same time. Perhaps it was because for the first time someone didn't completely just walk all over her.
She laughed softly. " That's true, after a while it does get boring. I remember my first shift" her eyes were drawn to the ceiling as she tried to remember exactly how she felt that day many weeks ago. "I believe I was really nervous and I had to give someone a shot during my shift, I was so worried that I'd mess up. It was horrible." she laughed softly. The fact that she thought of herself being so nervous at doing something she can do so casually now was amusing to her. It really had shown how much she had improved since then.
Bridgette was taken by surprise at first, but smiled non the less. "Oh. I'd love too" she accepted. She couldn't stand the awkwardness in the air anymore, the awkwardness drove her crazy, although it was probably her that felt it. She certainly wanted to end it. She grabbed for her coat that rested next to her before standing up. She pulled out her wallet to pay for her drink, once placing the money on the table, she pulled on her pea-coat. "Yes, For this time of the year. I can only hope for spring to come soon. I do miss the warm weather quite a lot." she had missed it so much she wore a dress today. It was a winter dress if that counted for anything, which it really didn't.
Bridgette turned and started for the door. The clicking of her heels could have echoed through the place if it wasn't for the fact that it was rather crowded now and a little noisy. too noisy for her liking anyways. A nice walk would be fun, not sure what else the two could talk about. If nothing could come up, she's probably retract to her shell and be really shy like she used to be. That is one thing she refused to do with Iain around. She wanted to show him she wasn't the same quiet girl from school. She wanted to show him she had grown into a lovely woman.
That's when she realized she was still physically attracted to him and she wanted to slap herself in the face.
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Iain Murray
I shed people like snakes shed skin.
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Post by Iain Murray on Jan 28, 2012 18:30:48 GMT 1
Iain smiled a little reassuringly. "This is not the trauma ward of St. Mungo's, though," he said with a small shrug. "I don't expect there to be that many freak accidents, unless there are mini-versions of me around?" Iain tried to joke to lighten the mood a little. He didn't particularly want to think of hurt students, especially not with the injuries he'd sustained at points during his life. Part of him wondered, sometimes, why he hadn't grown scared to follow his impulses. He usually got hurt or in trouble when he did so and yet he still hadn't learned to think before acting. Oh well. Worrying all the time was no fun anyway - he should probably be glad he wasn't traumatised or something. Iain dismissed the thought.
Iain shrugged pensively. "I don't know. I mean- I've got a job and a place to live which I'm happy about. I hadn't really thought past that, to be honest." Should he have? Were thoughts of career or marriage or children necessary to work towards now that he had come this far? He didn't particularly want to think about such things, he just wanted to enjoy now and see how things played out. "I think I'm fine where I am now," he concluded. "Right now is good."
Iain chuckled slightly and nodded. "Don't I know it! I remember delivering my first baby, I was terrified!" He laughed. "He was all slippery and my hands were all covered in stuff - you won't believe how soft it made them though," he added, almost as though he was talking about a new brand of hand cream. Sometimes, he did miss the maternity ward. Not the crying (both by mothers and children), of course, but the buzz of happy excitement, the happy ending. Well - usually happy, anyway. It had taken one rather unhappy ending to make him realise that this was a ward of extremes and Iain had not been willing to face the devastating side of it. That's when he had gotten himself relocated to trauma and IC.
He was glad to find that Bridgette didn't mind spending a little more time with him. Iain wanted to get to know her better - they were going to work together, after all, and he loved working together with people, but not with strangers. That usually wasn't a problem, though, as he chatted to everyone easily. "Oh, the weather's not so bad." Then again, Iain was very used to this weather, of course. He'd grown up in Scotland and had then gone to school at Hogwarts. "But I don't mind the rain so much, I suppose." He loved the summer, though. Walking around unshod, the sun on his bare back and everything - he loved that. Iain went out first and casually stopped the door from falling shut with his foot, holding it open for Bridgette to pass through. "Got everything?" he asked as he checked his own pockets (a habit born out of forgetfulness). Contrary to Bridgette, he didn't mind walking in silence so much. He didn't even have a specific direction in mind, he just turned right, going north. Maybe they could angle away from Hogwarts and Hogsmeade a little and then return over the hills.
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Post by Bridgette C. Hamett on Feb 28, 2012 3:19:47 GMT 1
Bridgette tried to think of the worst freak accident that she had to deal with at Hogwarts. "The worst I've had to deal with was probably when a boy fell off a broom and dislocated his shoulder... Once in a while someone will come in with a broken hand or nose but not too often. " She could only be thankful that it was rare when a student came in with something traumatic but even then, Madam Pomfrey took care of it. perhaps it was due to the fact that Pomfrey was more experienced then herself.
the longer this topic was talked about, the more she started to think Iain didn't want to do anything in life but live in the now. which wasn't a bad thing but at the same time, it wasn't to her taste one could say. Personally, Bridgette liked to plan things. There was an order to everything, first she'd get a boyfriend, they'd fall madly in love with each other, he would propose to her and on their wedding night would be the first time they had sex. Of course, Bridgette wouldn't get pregnant right away, but a few years down the road they would have their first child. Bridgette would be a stay at home wife and take care of the kids. Her and her husband would grow old together and be happy. That is how things worked in her mind. that is exactly what she wanted her life to be like.
Bridgette giggled lightly as she tried to imagine Iain delivering a child and it was a little hard to be honest. But she used her imagination to think of how it must have felt to help woman deliver a baby. Bridgette could be a midwife but she knew the moment she saw the baby should probably wouldn't have the ability to give it to the parents. She loved babies and was excited to have one of her own one day. She knew for a fact she'd be a good parent. well, she could only figure seeing as she coddles the students so.
Bridgette nodded as to agree slightly. She didn't piratically like this weather. Actually, she hated this type of weather. cold didn't fall well with her body temperature. Bridgette got cold fairly easily but that's how it was for every girl it seemed like. honestly, it you could ask any girl or woman how often they got cold and most of them would say fairly often. "I prefer warm over cold. But I'm sure most people do. Although I dislike this chilly weather, I like it better than blazing hotness. It's easier to warm yourself up than to cool yourself down." she shrugged lightly.
Bridgette happily followed Iain after gathering her things. She smiled warmly at Iain, "Thank you and yes" she said, referring to him holding the door open for her and him asking if she had everything. She was positive she had everything. Bridgette walked with Iain, he had turned right so she had turned right as well. she kept up to him fairly well, actually she was rather surprised to how well she kept up to him. his steps were much bigger than her own. "Have you ever seen the stars around here at night? like on a clear night?" she asked as she looked up at the sky biting her lip lightly. " A student I recently treated. She went on about how pretty they were around here. I couldn't get her to stop talking about it even while I tried to swab her throat to test for strep throat!" Bridgette let out a rather girly cute laugh that she never intended to make. but the memory of her trying to get the student to be quite as she tired to swab her though made her almost burst in to laughter. It was quite a funny sight.
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Iain Murray
I shed people like snakes shed skin.
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Post by Iain Murray on Feb 28, 2012 15:08:13 GMT 1
Iain laughed a little. "Only a dislocated shoulder? Piece of cake," he joked lightheartedly. "You can leave those to me then, that's fine." He flashed Bridgette a smile. A few broken bones or dislocations were pretty staight forward, he could easily deal with those (not in the least because he knew what such injuries felt like).
As he listened to Bridgette's ideas about life and her dreams of the future, he started to fall silent, becoming quieter. (Something Cailean had described, at one time, as Iain 'turning himself inside out, turning his bones into an exoskeleton' - a bit of a frightening image.) This wasn't the first time he'd had a discussion about futures and plannings. It somehow seemed to keep popping up these days, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. It had been a frequent topic when he still worked at St. Mungo's, but he'd always assumed that was because he had still been very much searching at that moment in life. There had been so many crossroads (which ward did he want to work at, did he want to keep living with his brother or move out, etc.), so it had felt normal and logical to think about the future - but not now, right? He was where he wanted to be now, wasn't he? Or was it wrong to stand still? Was he standing still? It felt like running, it felt like moving, it didn't feel like stagnation at all. What did he expect of life after this? (What if he thought he was done searching, but was still lost?) Did he want to expect anything to begin with? Probably. This wasn't the end of life, was it? This wasn't it - something else had to be there, there was more in life than finding a job he felt comfortable at and moving back to the country of his birth. But what? And what if he never found out? What if this was it and everything would just sort of fade, what if he left no trace? What if he was just a foot print in the snow, bound to melt away and be forgotten?
Involuntarily, Iain shivered - but they'd just stepped outside so Bridgette would probably just think he was cold or something. She was talking about temperatures and weather anyway and he nodded vaguely. "Aye, summer," he muttered, which wasn't really an answer to anything. He was only partly paying attention to the conversation, his eyes somewhere far off. The idea of drifting and standing still had overwhelmed him suddenly, all those questions he could not answer drowning him. Iain took a deep breath of cold, Scottish air to try and ground himself. Suddenly he was extra glad for Bridgette's company, to keep his mind from turning to more shadowy thoughts, the mist in the corners of his mind which he got lost in so easily. (Or at least, he hoped her company would help with that. His mind was a slippery substance, like ice, and he was skidding down the glacier without stones to hold onto.)
As she started talking about starlight, he conjured up a smile that started off feeling fake around the edges but solidified and became real the longer he hung onto it. "Oh, yes," he agreed. "Cailean and I would sneak out to Hogmeade on Guy Fawkes night," Iain recollected. "To see the fireworks - but the best part was when the vapours dissolved and the stars came out again." Bridgette laughed and Iain smiled, forced a chuckle that sounded choked (and he hoped she didn't notice). He would make an offhand comment about people not knowing when to shut up, but he was quite the chatterbox himself so that didn't exactly work. Most people who knew Iain would say he never shut up, after all. (But that wasn't true. There were moments when Iain went silent - but that usually meant his mood had swung and he tended to avoid people then. Unlike now, though. He could hardly just leave Bridgette after asking her along.)
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