Moira had been feeling a bit off, for weeks and weeks now, and well, it hadn't sat well with her, so she'd written Lav, who was well, good easing concerns and telling her what to do. Which had lead to a lot of things and one very troubling and thrilling and sickening conclusion.
Oh God, why did it have to be his birthday?
Still she had a present for him in her hands, which were shaking a bit, and she was trying to put on a brave face as she moved into the common room, spending far too much on the steps, psyching herself up. "Happy Birthday, darling!" she finally managed, letting out a laugh and throwing up a bunch of confetti she'd made when she finally arrived in the room.
See? Hadn't he just said that people were about to come and wish him happy birthday? And he'd been lucky enough to get the best well wisher of all straight away. He beamed like a madman, shifting over in the hopes she'd settle in next to him, and he could maybe cuddle in to her a bit. (So what if he was a cuddle fiend? It was allowed. It was his birthday. Anything was allowed.)
"If it isn't the best birthday present of them all," He greeted her, unawares to the brave face or anything. Seriously. His day was going to have to be spectacular, if it was going to top what was already going on. "Look. The common room is empty. Maybe you could give me my present now?" It was totally dorky the way he waggled his eyebrows, still grinning fiercely, but hey. It was Rupert. That's how the story went.
She laughed nervously at that one and nodded just a bit, wrinkling her nose in a bit of a smug way. Giving him that sort of a present. Right. Not for nine months he wasn't. Well, more like, seven or eight at this point. Or ever again. Tosser.
"Um, you might not be saying that in a minute," she told him, laughing again, as she tilted her head and gave him a kiss on the cheek before looking him in the eye and then looking away. "Or well, ever."
Rupert was confused. What was Moira talking about? Of course he would be saying that in a minute. And maybe every time the common room was empty, for pretty much as long as Moira wanted him around. (Which would be forever, if she'd have him.) He took her hands in his, and didn't even mind at all that there was clearly a bigger crisis eating up all the goodness of his birthday. Moira was more important than that.
"Is there something wrong, love?" His voice was gentle now, and concerned. "Do I need to beat someone up for you?" Which was a joke, because Rupert probably couldn't beat anyone up. But still, he meant the offer.
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Oh God, why did it have to be his birthday?
Still she had a present for him in her hands, which were shaking a bit, and she was trying to put on a brave face as she moved into the common room, spending far too much on the steps, psyching herself up. "Happy Birthday, darling!" she finally managed, letting out a laugh and throwing up a bunch of confetti she'd made when she finally arrived in the room.
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"If it isn't the best birthday present of them all," He greeted her, unawares to the brave face or anything. Seriously. His day was going to have to be spectacular, if it was going to top what was already going on. "Look. The common room is empty. Maybe you could give me my present now?" It was totally dorky the way he waggled his eyebrows, still grinning fiercely, but hey. It was Rupert. That's how the story went.
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"Um, you might not be saying that in a minute," she told him, laughing again, as she tilted her head and gave him a kiss on the cheek before looking him in the eye and then looking away. "Or well, ever."
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"Is there something wrong, love?" His voice was gentle now, and concerned. "Do I need to beat someone up for you?" Which was a joke, because Rupert probably couldn't beat anyone up. But still, he meant the offer.
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