Open; The Quidditch Gala
Getting back into the swing of things at work was exactly what Daphne Greengrass needed to put her time in the cabin behind her. It was always easy to get lost in color schemes and floral arrangements, the dark secrets of her past and present just fading into background noise
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Technically, he still wasn't on a break. Events meant press which meant he was expected to put in an appearance to make sure his name kept getting mentioned and he stayed current. Personally. he thought that was terribly ridiculous since this was a Quidditch event and shouldn't have anything to do with him
It was better not to question his manager when she threw an invitation at him and then sent him off to a suit fitting. As if he didn't have enough suits, ones in which he hadn't been photographed, even, but that wasn't the point.
The bright side, the part that kept him from putting up even the token complaint, was Marlow. Somehow, it seemed that they had seem each other more when she was actively working at Hogwarts and had classes to teach. He didn't try to reason that out since his own schedule was insane and all over the place, and he didn't expect her to keep up with how he was expected to be in London, Adelaide, and Auckland all in a four day time span.
The point was, he had a weekend at home, and this was the kick off with Marlow somewhere there. He'd just gotten through the brief press nonsense and let the placating look fall off his face when it was replaced by a brighter, genuine grin.
Marlow looked amazing, as she always did. He didn't bother to acknowledge anyone else as he weaved around people to reach her.
"I'm pretty sure you get more gorgeous every time I see you," he told her as soon as he was close enough to be heard. Not only was it true, but it was probably a sign of how much he missed her.
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At least, not when it came to cheesy pick-up lines and cat-calls, things she'd heard numerous times before. She was a woman in London. It happened.
She could see through the pretty words and the raised eyebrows and nearly always answered them with a scowl or a roll of her eyes.
But with Zacharias, it was impossible not to believe everything he ever told her. There was just something so honest in him- so unabashedly sincere- even if his reputation of womanizing far preceded him. It almost made her giddy to know just how much he cared about her.
She couldn't help but tug at the lapel of his tux.
"I'm pretty sure it's just because we don't see nearly enough of each other-" she told him, sighing. "You're forgetting what I look like-"
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It was just longer than he'd have liked.
He stepped closer as she tugged at him, leaning down to catch her lips while his were still curled into a grin. They were in public and there were cameras, which he was overly aware of, but it still took effort not to let the slide of their lips get out of control.
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"Oy-" she said, wrinkling her nose. "Don't go talking about that silly photoshoot again- it was a horrid experience-"
Still, she couldn't help but laugh. It was weird as anything to see her face moving about a printed page- but still, sort of sweet to have those moments with Zacharias forever in ink.
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His lips were already tugging into a grin. After not seeing her, he was finding it shockingly - or not so, honestly - difficult not to smile like an idiot at her.
"You were a complete natural. If you get bored on this sabbatical, my agent is looking for new blood."
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