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cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2009-08-23 00:20:00

+++rebeccaflavors

rebecca ϟ abercrombie

Happy • Angry • Sad • Concerned • Scared

Crying • Giddy • First Crush • Yule Ball • Innocent

Betrayed • Baby • Best Friend • Working • Traumatized

Wary • Drunk • Flustered • Bitchy • Maternal-Love

First Year • Graduating • Sorting • Hogwarts • Pick Your Own

4/25

ϟ concerned

Whoever had said their internship at St. Mungo's was beyond difficult and traumatizing, must not have had snogging sessions in on-call rooms and equipment closets during their time in the hospital. They were quite relaxing, actually, and as Euan Pamplemoss' hands disappeared under shirt, Rebecca thought about how lucky she was to have a boyfriend at work---

Well. She thought he was her boyfriend, anyway.

The thought nearly dulled the very lovely feeling of his lips on her neck, and Rebecca's eyes opened slowly. She blinked at the bed pans on the shelves on the opposite side of the room, trying to focus on something other than Euan and their heated snogging. Because now she was growing quite concerned that maybe what they were doing was quite inappropriate. Not because she was, at one point, his intern, and that fraternizing with coworkers was usually frowned upon, no. Rebecca was concerned that she was snogging a man who didn't consider himself her boyfriend, and was in the belief that she enjoyed snogging blokes with absolutely no romantic connection to her.

That could not continue!

"Euan!" she let out sharply, his hands freezing at a very inappropriate place. Rebecca pushed his arms down and refrained from linking her hands with his. She pointedly stared straight into his eyes, trying to help him focus. She knew how hard it was (pun--not intended) to regain your sense when one of these feverish sessions were interrupted.

"Y-yes? Did I do something...wrong?" he asked, his flush draining from his face. Rebecca couldn't help the small smirk that slid onto her face, and she shook her head.

"No! No--well." She let out a breath and put her hands to her hips. Well, it would be better to get this over with than dragging it out, yes? If he didn't answer this question correctly, then there would be no more snogging, and Rebecca did not particularly want that (not that she'd ever admit it out loud, but--). "Am I your girlfriend?"

She blanched when he gawked at her as if stabbed by---by a coat hanger. Euan's eyes widened to the size of saucers as his mouth moved wordlessly. This reaction did not make her feel very good. Her cheeks puffed and her foot began to tap, trying to hurry up his answer. Really? Was it that hard to figure out? They had gone on dates. He had met her parents. They. Were. Snogging!

In an equipment closet! All of those factors clearly led to the fact that she was clearly his girlfriend.

"Euan Pamplemoss!" she scolded, jabbing him hard in the chest. He let out an unamused sound at the over zealous poke, but still didn't answer. Rebecca felt ready to storm out of the closet, but something made her speak ask again, "Am I your girlfriend or not?"

"YES! Fine, you're my girlfriend, geez," Euan finally let out, looking as if he'd been holding his breath for the past few minutes (which, he probably had been). "And now I have to go see a patient. All your questioning wasted our time together, girlfriend."

Rebecca's eyebrows rose, but she smiled with a great sense of triumph. As she fixed her hair, tying it back into a neat ponytail, she pushed up on her tiptoes and delivered her boyfriend a sweet kiss. "Good. Get back to work."

ϟ baby

Her fingers curled nervously against her chin. Rebecca couldn't help but wince at the precariously levitating crib, and itched to grab her wand and help. But it had become a rule in the household that she was not to strain herself whatsoever. Even simple wand tasks were examined and more than 90% of the time deemed too risky during such a delicate state as pregnancy.

She'd understand if she was further along, and not a measly three months. She didn't have any semblance of a bump, she hadn't even suffered through morning sickness! If her healer hadn't run those blood tests, she probably would still be in the dark about the little boy growing inside of her.

"Darling--" She started forward, reaching out to Euan. He was attempting to land the crib at an exact measurement from the window ("Because studies show that waking up with the sunrise in your eyes--") and it was proving difficult. "Euan, you're going to--!"

The light thud against the wall forced Rebecca's eyes to shut, and she waited until she counted to ten before opening her eyes. Her husband was scratching his head as he stared down at the dent in the wall, and looked sheepishly over at her. Rebecca hurried over to examine the damage, and while it wasn't terrible, neither of them certainly knew how to fix such things.

"I'm not a porcelain doll," she said with a sigh, her hand running over the mark before straightening up. Rebecca couldn't help but smile at the redness of her husband's face, "I'm just pregnant."

"You're not just pregnant," Euan responded immediately, his hands going to her shoulders, "You're carrying our baby, our son, and---I want everything to be perfect."

Rebecca felt her heart flutter wildly and she pushed forward to kiss Euan strongly. It was going to be perfect, she knew it--they had not dealt with the more troublesome bumps in the past just to let the wonderful ones like this go badly. She was going to be as careful as possible, and she would, for the most part, give in to his concerns.

They parted, and Rebecca tapped his nose with a quick finger, "I'm hiring a decorator."

ϟ traumatized

She knocked softly on the chief's door, her hands clasping behind her back a moment later. Rebecca listened closely for an answer, and turned the doorknob when she received it.

"Chief Wood," she started, shutting the door quickly. Rebecca stepped forward, heels pressed together and shoulders straight, "I have a question, but it's more of a...concern?"

The chief healer's eyerbrows rose, but he nodded and leaned forward in a complacent manner. Rebecca had never had a problem speaking to the man, whose genial personality made life much easier in the rapid paced halls of St. Mungo's. "What's the matter, Healer Corner?"

Rebecca refrained from shifting in place, and kept a cool expression on her face. Her concerns had nothing to do with herself or her duties at St. Mungo's. She was adjusting quite well to her workplace, so--no, her question had nothing to do with her.

"I wouldn't have come to you, if it hadn't been for the lack of information from...everyone." Rebecca chose her words carefully, eyes focused on the plaque at the front of the chief's desk. "No one seems to be able to answer my question, and when I finally accosted Healer Cervantes on the matter, he sent me to you."

"You don't need to explain yourself, my doors are always open, Rebecca."

He used her first name. That simple slip triggered a random psychiatric fact that she had learned in recent weeks, and her heart began to race. Why was he speaking to her in a more personal tone? It couldn't have to do with...

"Yes, it's---how I've been raised," she fixed herself, and moved her hands from behind her back to pat down her robes. How could she say this without seeming like a whining child? "I have just been informed that Healer Pamplemoss has---left us?"

Rebecca made sure to be looking Chief Wood in the eyes when she asked, and was astonished to see no sign of surprise or confusion on his face.

"Yes, that's true."

Her fists clenched against her robes, and Rebecca looked at the ground for a moment before her head shot back up, "I was simply wondering because I...was becoming interested in psychiatric healing, and he--when did he tell you he was leaving? I would have...asked for a recommendation."

Chief Wood let out a breath, "Last night I received an owl, and this morning his office was empty. He explained in the letter that it was personal matters, and that he hoped one day to return...Rebecca?"

She hadn't felt her eyes water, and was confused as to why everything in the room felt like it was moving and shifting around her. Rebecca remained standing as her teeth began to chatter, and she barely heard Chief Wood's chair be pushed back from his desk.

A shaky laugh escaped her lips, "All right, where is he, really?" Rebecca shook her head, wiping a loose tear away. How could she have allowed herself to believe all of this nonsense? Euan had simply been playing a joke on her, and his office had been moved to another floor. "What floor? He had been eying the office on the third, is he there?"

"He's not working at St. Mungo's, anymore," Chief Wood said as he came around the desk, handing her a piece of parchment. Rebecca knew what it was, and she unrolled it quickly, all her attention going to the parchment. "I don't know where he is; he hasn't answered an owl. Nurse Tonks lives nearby him, and found his flat to be empty when she went to investigate. We've contacted the Ministry in case of foul play."

"Foul---That can't be right," Rebecca snapped, pushing her hair frantically from her face. Her eyes sped across the parchment, her heart clenching tighter and tighter as they skipped over the very familiar handwriting. Reading the letter was suffocating her, each word was causing her to hold her breath, "He couldn't have written this, it---this isn't---it is, but it's not---"

"We suspect there may be more to do with it, there have been disappearances reported like this before---"

Her breaths became short as her mind raced with reasons for this, why would he have written this? Why would Chief Wood and Nurse Tonks be in on the bloody joke? Because that's what it was, a joke. Euan's flat wasn't empty, they had listened to the wireless on his couch last night, she was going to stay the night, but her aunt and uncle needed a babysitter and she had to run, it...it could not be physically possible to empty out a flat in a mere night, it---

He couldn't have left on his own. Why would he be gone? Where would he have gone? Why didn't--he tell her? He had enough time to send a letter to St. Mungo's, but she was left with the surprise of an empty office? How did that happen? How---did that happen?

"Rebecca, you should sit, I know it's a shock---"

"A shock!" she let out, in a voice much more shrill than she would have ever imagined she'd use in front of the Chief Healer. Rebecca angrily stepped toward Chief Wood, flinging her hands down and away from herself, "A shock cannot---he would not do this!" No, no, she was sure that Euan cared enough about her to give her some sort of warning, that something must have happened to him to cause him to leave so abruptly. That letter was far too calm to be true.

"He would not do this! Something happened, something terrible happened because Euan would not---Death eaters, maybe they----but why----he wouldn't leave!" Rebecca choked out, her hand going to her throat, "He couldn't leave---me!"

She felt a shock course through her as Chief Wood's hands went to her shoulders. This was really happening, wasn't it? She wasn't having a nightmare? Rebecca's legs went limp and felt like the world had been hit with a silencing spell. She couldn't hear her breaths, Euan was really---gone. He was gone, he had left her behind.

ϟ flustered

Rebecca let out a long breath, kicking off her shoes as they entered the bedroom. This past week had been exhausting. She dropped to the end of the bed and watched Euan cross over to the bare dresser, frowning at how tired her husband looked as well. He'd only been her husband for the past week, but Rebecca was very good at reading his feelings and emotions, and the poor dear looked dreadfully sleep-deprived.

She waited for Euan to go into the bathroom attached to the small room before she quickly changed and put on her night gown. Everything they'd done in the past week had been fast-paced; their elopement, the moving into the flat with the very bare minimum from their lives in the wizarding world, and all of the work they both needed to do to keep their real lives looking as, well. As real as they were supposed to be. Euan was dead to the wizarding world, and Rebecca had taken a leave of absence from St. Mungo's to grieve her dead boyfriend.

It was all very tiring.

Rebecca slipped under the blanket and propped herself up against the headboard as she waited for Euan to come to bed. Well, she supposed she would have to go and brush her teeth too, and tie up her hair, but when the door of the bathroom opened and she saw how utterly miserable Euan looked, Rebecca decided that her bedtime routine could wait. She hadn't had much of a routine this past week, anyway.

She patted the spot next to her and Euan let out a low groan, kneeling into the end of the bed and crawling up toward her before dropping down to his stomach. Rebecca pouted and shifted down to lie beside him, feeling somewhat pinned under the blanket because of Euan's weight on top of it. She pulled the cover off of her body and slipped on top to lie beside Euan, her hand running up and down his back. He smiled at her, half of his face pressed into the bed. He was so handsome. She hadn't originally thought so, but Rebecca had come to love every bit of Euan's face these past few months. She moved closer and let out a breath when he rolled onto his side, his arm looping around her waist to pull her close.

Her cheeks flushed immediately as he kissed her. They had snogged before, they were very good at snogging, but that had been on the tiny cot in the hospital break room (or against the books of her childhood home's library--). The little kissing and affection they had done in the first week of their marriage had been in big waiting rooms of ministry offices after they'd signed papers and done spells to help keep the secrecy of Euan's 'death' under wraps. As their kiss deepened, Rebecca realized that this was the first time they'd done anything besides sleeping on this bed. That was---startling, to say the least, and Rebecca's hand pressed to Euan's chest and she abruptly sat up.

"What's wrong?" he asked, jumping up as well. Rebecca immediately felt guilty for giving him such a start; after the last two weeks it seemed like everything caused Euan to shrink into some paranoid state. Rebecca couldn't blame him, and she put her hand on top of his to calm him.

"I'm sorry, I just---" Now she felt silly. He was her husband. She'd vowed to be with him forever, and she was scared of being in bed with him! Rebecca looked down, her face a deep shade of red. Euan's hand gripped onto hers and he craned his neck to look her in the eye. Rebecca pouted, "I just---I've...never..."

She made a long, side-ways glance toward the pillows, as if Euan would be able to tell from just that one look that she was a virgin.

Euan stared blankly at her for a few seconds before his eyes widened in realization. Rebecca couldn't help but smile at the deep blush that swept over his features, and he let go her hand, "I wasn't! I mean---I wasn't trying to---I just wanted to kiss you, is all, and---it's really all right, you know, it's rather admirable that---you're a proper young woman, after all, I did expect as much---NOT THAT! Not that---you are quite a good kisser, Rebecca, really, the best I've ever kissed------I haven't kissed many girls, but that doesn't make you any less of a----"

Rebecca blinked, amazed at how much Euan could speak in one breath. The red of his cheeks was slowly fading into a blue from his lack of breath, and she took his hands once again to break him out of his rambling.

"It's all right!" she exclaimed, and Euan nodded furiously.

"I'm a virigin too," he blurted. Rebecca gaped, not having expected that at all. Euan always seemed so knowledgeable about everything so to hear that he was as inexperienced as her in this department, it...it made her feel rather good, actually. She had no idea what she was doing, or what was to be expected (the girls in her year were just as proper, honestly...), so...Rebecca smiled. She leaned forward and kissed Euan softly.

"I'm glad," she said, letting go of her hands so that she could take hold of his shirt. "Maybe--we can figure it out together."

"Maybe?" he murmured as her hands moved under his shirt. Euan trailed his fingers up her arms as he moved to kiss her bare shoulders, tugging at the straps of her nightgown, "I hope there's not someone else you're thinking of learning from..."

She smacked his back swiftly, but didn't have time to reprimand him further as Euan caught her lips with his and pushed her back toward the bed. Hopefully this would add some excitement to their new routine as husband and wife.

ϟ wary

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