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the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose (otets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-01 22:10:00

Entry tags:

amery wilkes, rosemarne doge

[MARNIE???]
There were some days at the Ministry where Amery just felt like blowing everything up.

Of course, he was never entirely happy at work, but there were just some days that pushed him over the edge.

In fact, Amery was literally at the point where he was snarling at practically everyone who crossed his path. There were few things he really enjoyed about his work, and on days like these, even less.

Paperwork that needed proper filing, presentations to see to, superiors to answer to, inferiors to demand answers from--

Frankly, he couldn't wait for the day to be over.

He was turning the corner when he was suddenly smacked into a body and stumbled slightly. "Excuse me," Amery snapped, dusting off his robes where they'd be disturbed. "I doubt it would pain you to watch where you were going."

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avant
2008-10-02 04:32 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not saying I couldn't have valiantly dodged out of the way and avoided you running into me, I'm just saying that it's not just my fault." She shot him a smirk and then offered out her arm with an arched brow in return.

"I'm Marnie D'argen--Doge." Hah, she wasn't a D'argente anymore, was she? Not if she wanted to be able to floo back and forth to Russia.

"Are you at least going to give your name to your jostler? Perhaps I can tell my insurance company." MUGGLE JOKE ALERT.

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otets
2008-10-02 04:42 pm UTC (link)

Startled, he put his hand out to grasp hers before he had even registered what he was doing, and surmised it was probably an exceedingly rude display of manners to withdraw from a handshake once one had reached for it, no matter how annoyed one might be.

But Amery couldn't help but notice her trip over her name. "Amery Wilkes... you'll notice how I said it very smoothly, and did not alter it halfway through. Is it often you change your mind about your last name?"

She was extremely cheerful for someone who had been knocked flat and snapped at not a minute ago. And he couldn't be sure, but he thought the last thing she said might have been a joke.

It was a little alien not to have had his bad mood spread, to be perfectly honest.

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avant
2008-10-03 12:17 am UTC (link)

"Not often, but recently it has." She'd leave it that vague because -- well, she was sure that he was probably someone who'd frown upon marrying a stranger just so that you could move across the country.

In fact, since she'd gone to school with a Wilkes ... she was pretty positive that he wouldn't approve. She shrugged a little and shook his hand lightly -- she'd never been a fan of serious handshakes. She thought to offer to leave him alone, but he really looked rather ... irked.

So she shifted. "Er, so. You work here? Where?"

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otets
2008-10-03 02:09 am UTC (link)

He raised his eyebrows but didn't further press the subject. It would be rude to force that much information out of a stranger within two minutes of meeting them, wouldn't it? And, naturally, Amery was the epitome of good manners.

"Magical Accidents and Catastrophes," he replied, folding his arms. She was rather curious, this Marnie D'argen--Doge. "And yourself? Is the Ministry fortunate enough to be graced with your working presence?"

But it lacked a lot of the bite he'd been intending to say it with.

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avant
2008-10-03 02:12 am UTC (link)

Okay, see ... when he said it like that, she wasn't sure whether he was being serious or not. Her brows furrowed for just a moment and then she opted to just answer the question, whether he was being sarcastic or not. She'd never really been good at picking up on things like that, anyway.

"Ah, no. I don't think I could work at a place like this." Too many walls and small spaces, she thought. "I'm -- well, I teach ballet." Beat. "And I've just gotten a part-time contract with the Russian Wizarding Ballet." Which didn't technically have all that much to do with what she did as a job, but she was still excited about actually getting the position.

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otets
2008-10-03 02:57 am UTC (link)

"Ballet..." Amery mused, turning his head to the side. "My sister danced."

He turned back to her and cocked his head. "The Russian Wizarding Ballet? I've had the pleasure of seeing them while attending to business. I've always had a special affinity for them." There was something fascinating to him about the dance form. "You must be talented; that's quite an honor."

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avant
2008-10-03 03:00 am UTC (link)

She'd never talked to the Wilkes in her year if she could help it -- he'd always rubbed her as very much ... awkward and unpleasant. Marnie couldn't help the slightly smug smile that crept over her lips as she was praised, however. She'd worked hard to be invited to the Professional Ballet scene, after all.

"Attending business...abroad, right?" They didn't often tour to Wizarding London, after all. "And as far as talented - well, the head of the Company seemed to think so." She hadn't lost her touch teaching little girls to dance and she was proud of at least that much.

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otets
2008-10-03 03:13 am UTC (link)

"Abroad, yes," Amery nodded. "In Russia, as a matter of fact, it's where I was born."

She was very captivating, for lack of a better word. He had met people, few and far between, who had this sort of effect on people-- they had some sort of ability to distract and disorient those who were wholly unprepared for the force of their moods that they brought with them.

He definitely did not approve. Especially when he was in such a surly mood.

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avant
2008-10-03 03:16 am UTC (link)

"Oh!" Okay, so if he was born in Russia, chances were ... "Do you speak Russian? I've been thinking I should start learning more -- I'm sure the other girls are saying horrible things about me behind my back."

Which was probably true, but she at least offered it up in a teasing way. Ballet dancers could be horrible bitches when they were being competitive, after all.

Marnie was very good at patently ignoring other people's moods ... even when the moods were terrible. Letting other people get her down would do her no good in the long run! Or the short run, really.

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otets
2008-10-03 03:26 am UTC (link)

He blinked. "I do speak Russian; it's my first language."

That was rather point-blank. Did he say that he was sure they didn't? Because he really knew nothing of this girl. It was entirely possible she was an enormously unpleasant and manipulative (although, somehow, he doubted it). He settled for saying nothing on it, just to avoid unnecessary awkwardness and simply waved it aside. "I can see how it would be useful to speak more Russian, if that is the case."

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avant
2008-10-03 03:28 am UTC (link)

"I think they're mostly upset that someone who's French is in their company in the first place." She smiled broadly when he told her that he spoke Russian, though.

"Oh, that's perfect!" And yes, she is taking his statement that it might be useful to speak more Russian as an invitation to teach her some more. So ...

"You're sure you wouldn't mind teaching me? I mean, I'm not all that ... smart." Ha. Ha. Ha. No, really.

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otets
2008-10-03 03:33 am UTC (link)

Well.

Well, that was certainly, rather emphatically, not the turn Amery was expecting the conversation to take.

"Teach you, I don't... how--I hope you realize that you not only jostled me, but ultimately steered the conversation to wrestle me into teaching you a foreign language? I almost feel as if you've engineered the entire meeting because you had prior knowledge of this."

Teach her! That was... teach her?

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avant
2008-10-03 03:36 am UTC (link)

Marnie burst rather abruptly into a fit of giggles that took her a few moments to overcome. She took a deep breath and flashed him a cheeky smile.

"Like I said, I'm not exactly all that smart. Do I look like a girl with a plan, really?" And how on earth could she possibly have known that he spoke Russian in the first place! He was putting all too much faith in her ability to look into the future.

After another pause, she added, "And I don't recall wrestling you into anything. I mean, if we wrestled -- I'm pretty sure I'd lose." Just sayin'.

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otets
2008-10-03 03:49 am UTC (link)

He was kind of burly.

But that was not the point! He didn't teach. Did he look even remotely like someone who was patient? Someone who didn't ridicule those who butchered the accent of his mother tongue? Someone who really agreed to do favors for strangers whom they had only met through physical collision?

Although, she did have a bit of a contagious feel to her. Not that being around this girl made him feel happy, necessarily, but he was certainly intrigued by her. And there was something catching about her, perhaps a little something that reminded him of Louisa. Which must have been why he suddenly heard himself waffling aloud.

"I--I suppose. I don't promise to teach you much," anything, really, "or be extraordinarily patient. Unlike you, I generally try to avoid encouraging and educating the discouraged uneducated."

Maybe he ought to have been concerned that he didn't radiate violent vibes.

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avant
2008-10-03 03:53 am UTC (link)

Marnie wasn't exactly the sort of girl who concealed her emotions well. Thusly, when he agreed to teacher her something she flung her arms around him for a brief hug that probably had her ignoring most of what he said after 'I suppose'.

Otherwise she'd have told him that then there was no way that people would ever get more educated and things were probably just going to get more and more annoying.

She grinned. "As far as paying you -- well, I'm kind of poor -- but I make really good muffins. And I have rabbits, if you're ... like, into playing with bunnies or something." Hey, Mycroft liked them a lot, why not other men?

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otets
2008-10-03 04:03 am UTC (link)

He staggered back slightly, not entirely sure what to do with the squealing bundle of ecstatic joy that was suddenly in his arms, so he stiffened slightly and stepped back all to happily to escape any sort of overt form of physical contact. Perhaps it was the sort of environment he was raised in, but there was something about physicality that, generally, spooked him.

But she was, overall, pretty harmless.

"Er, m-muffins are fine," he said, wondering if he was the only person who found the idea of him playing with rabbits or some other form of furry rodent as amusing. "This entire fiasco started by a pressing need of mine to be in Conference Room 3, but if you owl me here, I'm sure it will find its way to me somehow or the other."

Surreal? Yes. Unbelievable? Rather. And yet he was still in such a state of surprise, he had agreed.

That was probably the most surprising.

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avant
2008-10-03 04:11 am UTC (link)

Marnie often had this effect on people: shocking them into agreeing with her because they had no idea what had just happened. She grinned a little and then nodded, almost asking him for his post address before she realized he'd said that she could owl him here.

Sometimes she forgot that wizarding owls could just go and find someone based on their name.

"I'll do that, then. Enjoy the -- er, conference." Since he was going to a conference room and that was probably what they did in conference rooms, right? Confer? In conferences?

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	otets 2008-10-03 04:17 am UTC (link)
	"I--er-- I will. It--was a pleasure," he managed to say curtly, before sweeping away. ... No, really, what had just happened? (Reply to this)(Parent)

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