Marissa MacFusty (marridgeback) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-07-31 23:51:00

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[Darien, lolololol]
Marissa wasn't sure exactly what had possessed her to accept an invitation from a complete stranger on the journals, really. She knew that she needed to get out more, sure, and she felt like she could finally be at peace with the fact that she and Sturgis had gone their separate ways, but she still rarely felt like leaving the house after getting home from work. The pressure and pain from seeing James Potter die, to see Alice and Frank Longbottom tortured to the point of no return -- to see her sister lose her hand just like she had, it was all too much for her to have faith in much of anything any longer.

She knew the rest of her friends were feeling it too, that pain, but she just hadn't been able to deal with it. Neither had Sturgis, at least not when they'd been trying to do as much. Now seeing him just reminded her of exactly how much they'd both lost; it was far too painful.

That was why, as she left the Experimental Charms department, she slipped into the lavatory to pull her hair down from its messy bun at the back of her head and wave it out, apply a little chapstick, and give her cheeks a quick pinch. She headed back out soon after and stepped into the main entrance of the Ministry, arms crossed as she leaned against a nearby pole.

She could just wait him out, look to see who else was trying to find another person in the flood of wizards and witches eager to rush home.

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marridgeback
2011-08-02 02:23 am UTC (link)

She'd just brought up the first thing that came to her head, that was all. Marissa hadn't exactly gone on a conventional date in a while -- probably since before she'd started seeing Sturgis, considering. Most of their 'dates' had involved staying home, worrying about their friends, that sort of thing.

So yes, she was probably just being weird.

Marissa blinked, looking over to where Darien was pointing and then smiling. "Sounds fine to me. I don't have anything against Muggles, just so we're clear. Just because the Macfustys are purebloods doesn't mean we're close-minded." Taking care of dragons had made her realize early on that no matter what family of the breed the whelps came from, they were still dragons and they were capable of the same things.

"As long as the drinks aren't overpriced," she amended, hoping he'd realize she was making some attempt at humour.

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littled
2011-08-02 03:06 am UTC (link)

Well, at least she hadn't chosen to revisit the topic of Sturgis. Now that Darien was rightfully terrified of making an arse of himself with this bird, he didn't really need any reminders as to why he should at least try to be less like... him than he normally was.

See, he knew how to control himself if he had to. Take that! Darien Dobbs was indeed mature and not entirely an idiot!

Sometimes. Occasionally.

Once in a while.

"Definitely overpriced," he said with a laugh, although not entirely sure she'd been joking. He hoped she had been, or else she was going to absolutely hate the place. "But I've got ya covered, no worries." No exaggeration--he was fully enjoying that hitwizard check coming bi-weekly to his Gringotts account. It seemed that risking your life day-by-day actually paid pretty well as a career, strangely enough.

Coming up on the entrance, he pulled her inside with a wave to the doorman--a friend, considering his frequent party schedule--and into the vibrating den of music and lights. "Not too shabby, eh?"

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marridgeback
2011-08-02 03:30 am UTC (link)

Okay, good. So she wasn't completely inept at these things because she'd had to take a little break from them.

She grinned and let him tug her easily enough, wondering just how often he came here if he was that familiar with the staff. Ah, well -- she didn't suppose it really mattered, all things considered. She wasn't here to decide on a bloke to marry, she was just here to have fun -- no matter how often she had to remind herself of that much.

"Not so bad," she said, moving in closer so that he could hear her over the din of the music and hopefully still see her despite the strobing lights. She didn't want to say that it was a bit loud, because that really did make her sound like she was some sort of old fogey. She'd adjust to it, she was sure.

They probably wouldn't be doing much talking at this rate, but that was likely for the best considering that so far she'd brought up one of her exes.

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littled
2011-08-03 01:36 am UTC (link)

Despite that her answer itself hadn't been thrilled or anything, Darien was going to take what he could get. She hadn't been out in a while, that's what she said, and he'd offered to show her a good time. He could do that, even if it took a little bit more direction than usual on his part.

Taking advantage of her close proximity due to the loudness of the music, he moved to take her hand--ooh he hoped he didn't get smacked--and lead her towards the bar to order a couple of drinks.

Strong drinks.

Seemed like Marissa was going to take a little bit of breaking in before she started loosening up and having fun, and what better way was there to do than then start a good buzz going? They could start dancing after they'd downed a couple. It was always better that way.

As the drinks slid over the countertop towards them, Darien tossed a couple galleons at the bartender, and offered her one of the glasses. "Hope you don't mind I ordered for you, but you said you don't go out much--and this is a good one to start with."

Merlin, he hoped she wasn't entirely a lightweight, though.

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marridgeback
2011-08-03 02:33 am UTC (link)

Just because she didn't go out much didn't mean that she didn't do her share of drinking -- and besides, she'd gone out frequently once. She accepted the drink without question, though, because she was sure that it would help her loosen up. Marissa took a sip -- a long sip, but not one that would drain the glass entirely. No reason to rush herself and then get ill instead of getting a good buzz going.

"I said I didn't go out much lately," she pointed out with a small laugh, shaking her head. "Don't worry, I'm not going to overexert myself and then vomit on your shoes later." Marissa didn't want him to think that she was completely incapable of having fun, she was just -- a little rusty.

She took another sip of her drink. "So -- what do you do, anyway? I mean, when you're not here."

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littled
2011-08-04 12:40 am UTC (link)

Darien grinned, more than relieved that she didn't seem to be entirely out-of-it as far as having fun went, and allowed his own drink to slide hot down his throat. It burned a little now, sure, but it was worth it--and after a couple more, he probably wouldn't even notice anymore.

"Oh, I'm a hitwizard," he answered, not without a hint of pride.

Darien was still about as thrilled now as the day he'd gotten his letter about joining the workforce in the job he'd dreamed of having for years. Admittedly, watching Derek kick arse all day every day was a big part of it, but part of him too had been determined to prove that he could do it at all. It took fairly high academic achievement to get a job as a hitwizard, and while he'd never done badly in school, he knew there was more than one person out there who thought he was incapable of actually being smart. "What about yourself? You do work in the Ministry, right?"

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marridgeback
2011-08-04 03:31 am UTC (link)

She took another few sips of her drink as he spoke, nodding. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrow when he said that he was a hitwizard. It wasn't because she thought he was incapable of it (who was she to judge him after they'd only just met?) but because it was interesting that not only did his brother work as a hitwizard, he did as well. That was interesting; she wondered how they got on at work, all things considered. She was fairly certain that if she had to work with either of her siblings, she'd probably strangle them within the first few hours.

"I work in the experimental charms division. It's not very big or very famous." They hadn't had a major break-through that people were really excited about since she'd joined; she had a few ideas that were coming close, but she'd taken six months' leave after she'd lost her hand because she just hadn't been able to pick her wand up without feeling intense anxiety.

"It's an exciting job, though, trying to modify existing charms and make them more efficient." They did create new charms occasionally, but that was dangerous work.

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littled
2011-08-11 05:30 am UTC (link)

The truth was, the Dobbs brothers didn't really get on at all at work to begin with. When he had started in the office, Darien had made it a point to be the best little brother ever and follow Derek around like a very loud but lost puppy. That was, of course, until he had begun to get assignments and the like, until he had to buckle down and start to get serious about the job. Most days since then, they only saw each other a few times a day; both were consumed either in paperwork or field calls, which was probably better since sometimes Darien got the hint that Derek was more annoyed than flattered by his presence.

Huh.

"Ah, so you do work in the Ministry," he commented. He should have guessed, considering that's where they met but... you never knew. "I've never been over to that department, but they don't usually have hitwizards running all over the building either. Maybe I'll have to make an excuse now to get up there more often."

He was so very smooth.

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