Date: September 23, 2005
Characters: Orla and Dean
Location: Orla's house
Status: Private
Summary: Orla and Dean meet to discuss potential changes in her home and practice..
Completion: Complete
Orla had done some cleaning to make sure her place was in its best light. Dean would likely need to get a sense of the space before he did the mural. She hoped
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She showed him through the downstairs, ending in the dining room, where the rooster wallpaper mocked her. "I'm sure you can see why I need help." She grinned at Dean. "I await your expert opinion. I'm open to whatever you think best."
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Eying the rooster wallpaper, Dean snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough. "I'm sorry but that's so 1970's. We can tear that down and I can definitely do something better than that. What would you like for a mural up there?"
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She saw what he was talking about. Pursing her lips, she tilted her head sideways. "Well, we could, but I was hoping to get another room out of it. Maybe divide out my personal space and work space, you know?" She looked at his notes. "Maybe a doorway between them, but separate it so I can have a library office area away from the front, where I treat people."
She rolled her eyes. "Laugh all you like. I know it needs help. I'll get some wallpaper remover from George, I mean, the apothecary's this week and get working on it." She hoped he didn't notice her slip-up.
"You know, I'm not sure what would be a good mural." She said, frowning. "You have any suggestions?"
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She nodded. "I imagine I couldn't if I saw them together either." She refused to get flustered about George. He was a lovely man, really.
She smiled, remembering the view. It had been a clear night, with a full moon. The castle seemed like something out of a muggle fairy story, and her already wide eyes had about leapt out of her head. "From the lake, maybe?" She asked softly, still caught up in the memory. "It was the most magical thing I'd ever seen. Still feel that way." She squeezed Dean's hand in return. "You think it will be ok? I mean, I don't want it to stir up bad memories for anyone that visits, you know?" SHe worried her lower lip.
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She couldn't hold back her giggles at this point. "Really, Dean, its ok. I believe you. Besides." She gestured around the room. "You're in my place of business. Discretion at your service." She essayed a little bow.
"Means you're not alone. Though I envy you being able to finish, or at least stay in the wizarding world more than I could." She felt an odd kinship, like that of an older sibling. It was comforting, because she instinctively knew he would look out for her.
She nodded at his observation. "It definitely needs something. I'd like to keep two bedrooms, for overnight guests, but mine doesn't need to be large." She looked around. "Maybe take the master bedroom and change it up into a sitting area and a smaller bedroom, and I can move in back."
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"So I can tell you that I think I've been head over heels for Parvati since I was twelve?" Dean grinned after watching Orla bow. "And that I used to pretend to study and draw her for hours on end?"
He felt closer to Orla and he found that he didn't think of her as a therapist but rather a friend and someone he could trust. He drew in his mind what Orla was suggesting and when she was done, he looked at her and held out his hands before he asked, "How about we open the wall there in the master bedroom and make it lead into the hallway? That way you can have a much more airy space."
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"I can't lay claim to saving lives. I just help other people to save themselves."
"Really?" Her eyes softened. "Thats so romantic, Dean. Really. Parvati is a lucky woman."
"Mmm, I can't quite picture it. Can you sketch it out for me?" She furrowed her brow in thought.
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She was truly touched by what Dean said. Blinking back moisture in her eyes, she said softly, "Thank you, Dean. That really means a lot." She smiled, then looked away, not wanting to be caught blinking back tears.
She put her right hand over her heart. "On my honor as a Ravenclaw. Your secrets safe with me."
She looked at what he was sketching. 'I see what you mean. Makes it more of a room at the landing than a hallway." She nodded. "I'm ok with the bathroom for now. It's pretty modern, and I don't need a lot in the way of frivolities there. I just would like to have a living room up here, if that makes sense, since it is an office downstairs."
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