Who: Seth Wadcock & Mira Jasper!
What: AWKWARD RUN-INS ARE AWKWARD
When: nowish? today
Where: WWN!


Seth was bored. So very bored. He couldn’t play in games for at least another week, he wasn’t even allowed to practice. Apparently newly grown skin and muscle was fairly delicate and quidditch wasn’t conducive to healing properly. So he got to sit on a bench and watch the reserve fly around clumsily. He didn’t even know the point of being at practice, but their Captain insisted watching was better than nothing. Which was bullshit, all it did was make Seth want to pull out his broom and fly, screw what the healers said.

Today though he was able to beg off using W.Q.W. things as an excuse. If he couldn’t fly at the very least let him go work with his charity and do something productive. Which is how he found himself in a last minute interview spot on the W.W.N. and he was actually on time for once even without Henry’s prodding.

Well he was until he got turned around and lost in the building. “Excuse me miss.” he said stopping the first person he could find that wasn’t actually running, “I’m a bit turned around, can you help me find where the room for the Quidditch Insider show is? I have an interview at two.”

She did not run like a babbling fool in the workplace, that was the reason why Mira was the only one walking. She was professional, she had pride, and she immediately judged anyone who felt it appropriate to run in a building where if anything was late, you could just talk longer to remedy it. It was really quite that simple, why people failed to realize that was beyond her. Nevertheless, Mira was enjoying herself in her new position at the WWN. She had just been on her way back from lunch when someone tapped on her shoulder.

“Very funny Seth,” Mira snapped automatically when she recognized him, shrugging out of his grasp. What was he doing here? She’d just starting working here, how did he find her? This wasn’t even--- well, he had just said what he was doing here, but, that didn’t mean she believed it yet. It just--- she was never going to escape him, was she?

Her eyes flicked to his sling and Mira pursed her lips. What had he done now? As soon as that thought crossed her mind, however, Mira decided she didn’t care and therefore would not give him the satisfaction of asking. “I really don’t have the time for your games,” she said roughly, with one hand flipped her hair back behind her shoulder. He didn’t know she had just come from lunch. She could be in the middle of a very important errand!

Seth’s hand recoiled when he realized just who he stopped. What was Mira even doing here--- “What are you doing here?” he asked unable to keep from voicing his thought out loud. She worked for Ollivander’s, therefore had no reason whatsoever to be in the WWN building. She didn’t even know who he was when they started dating, how in the world did she keep popping up in his life now that they weren’t.

He bristled at the implied accusation that he orchestrated this just to see her. “Despite whatever you may believe, everything does not revolve around you Mira. This is not a game. Like I said, I have an interview, it’s part of my job surprisingly enough and being as I can’t fly at the moment, its a pretty important part.” Seth said evenly, looking down at his watch. Now he was going to most definitely be late. “So if you can’t help me, I’ll just go find it on my own.”

“I work here,” she retorted hotly, her face screwing up for a moment. The nerve! He had no right speaking to her like that, he could do without that tone too--- Mira wished she had something to clutch aggressively, but alas, there was nothing in her hands, and it left her feeling tenser that she should’ve been.

Mira pressed her lips together, feeling... torn. While she would rather not be in presence of Seth, the integrity of her job, and therefore the station, did hold in the balance of him getting to this interview on time. ‘Interview.’ She supposed she could believe him. And she really didn’t want him wandering around, who knew when he would next pop up? At her desk. Her nostrils flared and Mira dug a bit of her heel into the ground.

“Fine,” she responded curtly. “Follow me.” And with a swish of her hair, Mira walked forward and past Seth, not waiting to see if he was prepared to depart or had begun to follow. Too bad! She had things to do, and he had people to talk to.

“You work here?” Seth repeated incredulously, as he moved quickly to follow her. He should probably point out that it wasn’t considered helping if she didn’t bother waiting for him to follow. “Since when?”

He found it surprisingly difficult to keep pace with Mira, she must have been used to weaving through the constantly moving people. He was obviously not as graceful and his arm being in a sling certainly did not help at all. The guy who bumped into his shoulder running in the opposite direction was also quite unhelpful. It took quite a lot for Seth not to yell curses after him. He rubbed his shoulder tenderly sending a glare over his shoulder before turning his attention back to Mira.

“So tell me, what do they have you doing here at the WWN?”

She pursed her lips again, keeping her chin high in the air as she walked. The path to the Quidditch Insider room was a long one, and Mira had intended on exchanging as little as possible with Seth on the way there. He, obviously, had other plans.

“I assist the station manager,” Mira threw quickly over her shoulder, pausing momentarily to look at Seth before turning back. He looked--- good. Disheveled, of course, and evidently utterly hopeless, but not a complete wreck. Except for his arm. She bit the bottom of her lip as curiosity began to overcome her. What injury could he possibly have that would result in long-term healing?

Nevermind that she cared. He could do what he wanted with his life, even if it included dumb things that injured yourself. What did she care?

“What happened to your arm?” The words slipped through her lips before she could even think to stop herself. Mentally cursing at herself, Mira quickly reformed her face to make it look like she had meant to say that.

“Assistant to the Station Manager, well that is certainly a step up from Ollivander’s.” Seth said sincerely. “I’m sure you work wonders, if you skills at organizing shoes transfers over to paperwork.”

He fidgeted slightly under her gaze. “Oh this? It’s--I er--” he fumbled over his words as he ran a hand through his hair following her look to his shoulder. He had practiced answering this exact question, got it down to sounding like it was no big deal. Seth just wasn’t expecting the question from Mira, he was almost sure she wouldn’t care. “It’s nothing really. I was in a hurry trying to apparate somewhere and I splinched. Nearly left my whole arm behind.” Keeping it to the very basics wasn’t lying. But even after everything, Seth still felt guilty not giving Mira the whole story. But only a handful of people knew exactly what happened, and well, its not like he had a reason to tell Mira everything anymore.

“All things considered, it could have been much worse.” he added quietly averting his gaze, pretending to be distracted by some memo zipping by. The realization that he missed being able to share these things with her hit him hard. In fact, if she asked anymore questions, he would probably tell her everything, potentially ruining the chances of him keeping most of the incident quiet from the press.

She was horrible at organizing her shoes. To this day they lived in different places all over her flat, partly because there were too many to fit in her closet and also because she would just leave the ones she didn’t need where they lay.... Seth knew that. Mira sucked her cheeks in, realizing that this was Seth trying to be nice. He better stop that, he wasn’t allowed to suddenly be nice and compliment her about things just--- because he felt like it.

Hm. Mira let out a noise to acknowledge her listening of his explanation, but nothing more. She couldn’t prompt him further, she had already made the mistake in asking what had happened. Bringing this conversation further would result.... where, she wasn’t sure where it would go, but it definitely would not be a place Bianca or Adamina would approve of. So instead, Mira glanced over her shoulder again to get another look at Seth. Splinched. Hm.

Quick to look forward again, Mira tossed her hair and slowed down to a normal pace. This hall was much less crowded; the recording wing tended to be, with less people necessary to be moving around.

Seth let out a small sigh of relief when Mira didn’t ask anymore questions, though he didn’t miss her taking a second look before slowing down the rest of the hallway.

“Hey,Thanks” he said brushing his fingers against hers to stop her from running off the second they reach where they were suppose to be. He paused shuffling his feet slightly wavering in the doorway. Every other interaction he’s had with her since they broke up ended with them yelling at each other and him remembering exactly why they had broken up in the first place. But for some reason, this one left him missing Mira. “And I’m sorry, for you know,” Seth waved his hand absently. “I was an ass. You didn’t deserve to have my insecurities taken out on you.”

He should have said it ages ago, because it was true. While he still thought he had a valid point, he obviously handled it atrociously. Although, at the same time all of the previous news articles written about him should have acted as some sort of warning label. Just because he was making an effort to change didn’t mean he would succeed.

Seth looked over his shoulder when he heard his name being called. He turned back to Mira after he was told they’d be ready for him in just a moment. When Seth was shot, he was alone and the only person available to come rescue him from the muggle hospital was Drystan, and Seth got the distinct feeling he only did it because he found it amusing. And this time, while it wasn’t him that almost died and he had friends (Michal) that actually cared about him, when he watched the interaction between Heidi and Henry, he realized he was still alone. Nothing at all had changed between now and then. Clearly, he was doing something wrong.

“This was probably not the time or place, but not knowing when I’ll see you again, I just figured you should know.”

Mira froze, unable to loosen up enough to respond. She had not been expecting him to touch her, she had not been expecting him to apologize, and--- it was a lot to take in during the middle of the work week. How could she--- what did he--- it was as if his hot touch had spread to her entire body, because now she felt like all cooling charms in the building had failed. And something was caught in her throat, and her palms felt sweaty---

She should say something mean. She should say something mean in response, because Seth wasn’t allowed to make her body react like this anymore, it--- Derek---- Mira internally fumbled, finding it difficult to form a sentence harsh enough to be considered a verbal lashing. Or any sentence for that matter; doing anything except standing like a caught little first year after curfew was practically impossible.

What--- she couldn’t--- breathe. As if suddenly broken out of a trance, Mira snapped out of her stupor and gaped for air.

“Ihavetogo,” she slurred bluntly, bringing her hands together close to her chest. Pulling on the tips of her hair, Mira waited an awkward few moments before quickly turning on her heel to leave. While walking away it occurred to her that she’d made no indication of his apology, but--- that wasn’t going to happen, now. She could barely walk straight, as she half fled away from the scene. Merlin how could her life be this dramatic?