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I realized even with all that's been happening of late that I haven't reached out to you in some time. It seems we are way overdue for a catch up! How are you faring after St. Mungo's was overtaken by the injured from Hogsmeade? Have you gotten some rest since then? We should make plans to meet up sometime soon, especially if you are as much in need of a drink as I am. <br><br>

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Louise had been positively walking on air for the past few days leading up to her actual, official date with Theo. Ever since he’d extended the invitation, sitting across from her in the unassuming coffee shop that had since become one of her favorite places in Yalding, she’d felt as though she needed to continually pinch herself. Surely she had imagined the whole thing, from the chance meeting in this tiny village to the fateful night at the Fall Festival to his asking her out on an actual date. But yet, even with all her doubt and disbelief, Louise knew that somehow it really had all happened and that she was set to meet Theo at 8pm on Friday. So far they hadn’t needed the backup plan, and while Louise wouldn’t have minded (after all, being an Auror surely came with some necessary last minute rescheduling), she was glad the anticipation would be over in just a short while. Already she was a bit of a nervous wreck, so an extra day to mull things over would not have helped the matter whatsoever.<br><br>

After they said their goodbyes at the coffee shop, Louise practically ran home with Ignatia at her heels to survey her closet. Not surprisingly, she suddenly hated everything within it. She had then sent a note to her sister, hastily explaining that she would be paying her a visit as she needed help with something important. Of course, the suspense had very nearly killed Joan, though she was quite ecstatic for Louise once she knew what the important something actually was. The next day Louise apparated to Joan’s flat, arriving completely frazzled and unable to feel optimistic about the prospects of dinner with Theo. So many things could go wrong; even then, if things did go nicely enough, there was always the possibility that nothing came of them. This almost seemed worse when she thought about it. Luckily Joan had been able to talk her off the ledge and they set off for a few of their favorite shops in search of something for Louise to wear. Preparedness went a long way for Louise, and she felt immensely better after successfully searching the shops’ offerings for something to wear.<br><br>

Beyond that she’d done her best to focus on work, although her assignments for the week were uneventful at best and hadn’t done much to occupy her mind. To add insult to injury, Louise hadn’t even done much travelling, instead having to use her relative down time to catch up on the paperwork she loathed to do. In some ways the days of paper pushing were more stressful than facing even the most cursed of ancient catacombs, perhaps because it meant insufferable boredom and being terminally antsy. Needless to say, Louise was happy to see the week’s end for several reasons, Theo only being one of them. Come five o’clock Friday, Louise threw down her quill, gathered her handbag and coat, and dashed to the nearest exit as quickly as she could. Predictably, the goblin operating the lift down made no comment on her obvious jitters. Coming home through the Floo Network meant she had to clean up the residual ashes and soot, but in no time at all she was freshened up, lipstick applied and hair obediently falling into loose waves thanks to her wand. With that sorted, she pulled on the blush-colored lace dress and coordinating heels they’d decided on pairing with the burgundy swing coat borrowed from Joan. Satisfied, Louise gave Ignatia a quick scratch behind the ears before taking a shaky breath and preparing to apparate to London.<br><br>

As she’d never been to the location Theo had invited her to, Louise apparated into Diagon Alley, doubling back through the Leaky and onto the muggle London streets from there, keeping her coat clenched tight. She was paranoid first about muggles witnessing her apparition, and once she was there she feared she might she one of her coworkers or old schoolmates in the wizarding locale. Louise wasn’t one to ever be unpresentable in public, but being this dressed up would raise too many questions she wasn’t sure she had the answer to. Her giddiness at the official date with Theo was a bit dampened as she strode down the street towards her destination. What if it ended up being awful? What if, after all they’d gone through to get to this point, they had absolutely nothing to talk about? And this was not even to mention her atrocious dancing, sure to be the utter destruction of Theo’s unassuming toes. <br><br>

The walk wasn’t a long one, luckily, and soon enough Louise could see the front of the restaurant. Her heart seemingly leapt into her throat, forcing her to swallow and quell her nerves. It was safe to say that Louise hadn’t quite experienced this over a dinner date before, but this, as she’d well established by now, was different. The butterflies kicked into overdrive as she drew nearer and spotted Theo himself. Even with all of the trepidation she’d felt just moments before, she couldn’t hold back the grin that broke across her face as she sped up in order to reach him.<br><br>

“I’m glad to see you made it, and weren’t carried off by centaurs or something equally as improbable,” Louise said brightly, realizing she was only half joking about the centaurs. She hesitated briefly, wondering how best to greet him, before she settled on reaching out to place a hand on his arm. While giving him another hug was her first instinct, she thought it might be better to show some restraint and let him take the lead, especially while in busy London.<br><br>

“Shall we go in? I think some scotch might be in order for the short term, at least so my nerves can't get the best of me.”


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Today had been wonderful.<br><br>

Louise couldn’t remember a time when she had felt so many things at once, from nerves to elation to being even a little bit smitten with the auror she’d been in the company of. While she was still a bit apprehensive about it, given how she really couldn’t believe just how quickly she’d gotten attached to Theo, there was still so much excitement about the possibilities not yet explored between them. Her uneasiness about the sudden departure from their visit to the biscotti shop back in Yalding had all but disappeared; in what was a bit atypical of Louise, she decided that his dash away likely had good reason behind it.<br><br>

It had to, it just absolutely had to. Louise wasn’t sure she could handle any disappointment brought on by Theo. It had been a long while since she’d fancied anyone like this, especially someone she could actually picture herself with, as in past that initial flurry of infatuation that she usually didn’t see past. But that was getting a bit ahead of herself, and she knew that, so Louise put all those thoughts out of her mind and turned her attention back to the festival.<br><br>

Theo was off returning a kneazle to the petting zoo, the creature hissing ferociously and hanging off of the arm of his coat. They’d already visited there earlier, so Louise had taken the opportunity to duck off to freshen up and agreed to meet him back at the carousel. The carousel was where she now stood, looking around and wondering not only where Theo had gotten off to, but why the festival seemed eerily calm. She shivered, trying to put any thoughts of the pesky, recurring insecurities she seemed to be afflicted with out of her mind. Suddenly, it was as if complete chaos broke loose; Louise heard screams and what seemed like desperate scrambling in the distance. The few festival attendees leisurely milling about near the carousel also broke out into a run, though to where Louise wasn’t sure.<br><br>

Suddenly panicked over the state of Theo, Louise sprinted into the carousel and made her way up to the second story, hoping the vantage point would afford her a view of what was going on. She shaded her eyes, gazing out in front of her, when she heard a ferocious growl from almost directly below her. Louise couldn’t see the source of the growl, but she did spot a head of red hair. Is that…? She didn’t finish the thought wondering if it was her coworker when she saw the giant wolf responsible for the noise barreling towards him.<br><br>

“Up here!” Louise shouted, fumbling for her wand in order to aim it at the creature. “Immobulus!”





</div><div class="infos1"> @ignatius c. prewett ; ahhhhhhh</div></div><div class="topo1"></div>



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Louise needed a drink.<br><br>

It wasn’t often that she could say that, for she really wasn’t that much into drinking (especially alone), but today had been a whirlwind of a day that had gone from bad to worse. She had been sent out on a lead to the possible location of a recently deceased wizard’s stash of numerous artifacts, a haul which could have been quite the impressive feat. Getting to the alleged location in the Swiss Alps had proved more than cumbersome, particularly since she was required to utilize a muggle guide up the side of the mountain. While she could have easily climbed up the face of the mountain using magical means in a matter of minutes, she was instead forced to slug her way up the excruciatingly slow way. While most would have used the spell and then obliviated the guide afterward, Louise thought that was often rather careless and far too risky for her liking. She also wasn’t the best at obliviation, so she would then have to deal with the Ministry while the poor muggle had no clue what was happening. Plus, if there were any other witnesses that managed to go unnoticed, the whole exercise would be pointless anyway, considering there would be another muggle running around, fully aware of what they’d just seen. It was highly likely that she was overthinking it (as was often her way), but Louise still resigned herself to revealing her magic as little as possible.<br><br>

The view had been breathtaking, but that was as far as Louise could go with any positive thoughts on the ordeal. It had been freezing as she made her way up the mountain, and the guide had been far too chatty. Several times Louise had tripped while distracted by how much she wished the guide would stop carrying on about his skiing prowess. After three hours of enduring his incessant chatter, the frigid cold, and the physically taxing climbing, the guide brought her to the cavern dug deep in the face of the cliff where the trove of treasures was supposedly hidden. Louise had used her favorite excuse—top secret fact finding on behalf of the Prime Minister—and her guide had dutifully stood watch at the mouth of the cave as she made her way to the back, wand at the ready to scan for any traps or curses rigged to keep treasure hunters at bay.<br><br>

She’d had to keep herself from screaming in complete and utter frustration when she reached the back of the cavern to find a single message written on the wall: “The treasure you seek is located somewhere that is not here.” While the silly game was actually quite common, especially when it came to larger fortunes owned by more eccentric witches and wizards, it was never a welcome development to Louise. It really just meant more paperwork, an emptyhanded trip home, and the infuriating question of where the real loot could possibly be. The last part was quite possibly the worst of all, for Louise did not do well with unanswered questions. Her whole way back down that bloody mountain she had been fuming and wondering what kind of wild goose chase she was in for now. It was unlikely that the powers that be would simply forget about this alleged fortune; given the rumored size of it, this was not one that would go away on its own. No, it would need to be found, and now that she’d sunk her teeth into it, Louise was determined it be found by her.<br><br>

She was back at the Swiss lodge occupied by a wizard friend to the Ministry, ready to travel by Floo Network to return to Gringott’s. Not entirely calmed down yet, Louise once again pined for some alcohol to smooth over her nerves. She commandeered a seemingly bored owl and jotted down a quick note to send to her favorite drinking partner.<br><br>

Terrible day!!!!! Going to the Leaky—meet me there if you’re so inclined. Will be getting at the firewhisky well and good, rest assured. Louise quickly signed her name with a few x’s and o’s and rolled up the paper to tie to the owl’s leg.<br><br>

“Natalie Moore, please,” she instructed the droll-looking barn owl. “Thank you.” She stroked the owl’s beak in what she hoped was an appreciative gesture and stepped back, watching as he flew off into the frightening cold and not envying him even a little. With a sigh, she went to find her wizard host in order to thank him for his hospitality, especially grateful he was far less talkative than her muggle mountain guide. The formalities out of the way, she threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, clearly instructing The Leaky Cauldron as her destination, and stepped through.<br><br>

She arrived a few dizzying moments later and brushed the ash off herself as best she could, although she knew it was a futile effort and frankly didn’t much care of her appearance. Louise sat down at the bar, ordered her drink from the barkeep, and brought out some fresh parchment and quill from her travel knapsack so she could write a detailed report of the day’s events while they were still fresh in her mind. She sipped the newly arrived firewhisky appreciatively, glad for the warmth that was now spreading through to her frozen fingers.<br><br>

“Lesson learned, the Alps are better left in photographs.”


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