OWL: I need some advice...
Date: May 4, 2005
Characters: Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Orla Quirke and Rabastan Lestrange
Location: Their respective residences
Status: Private
Summary: Padma finds herself a bit confused and reaches out.
Completion: Incomplete
The month since Padma's arrival had been a whirlwind. A tumult of emotions and events all seeking to drive her absolutely out of her mind. Padma wasn't even sure if the worst of it was over.
As it were, Parvati hadn't spoken to her since their argument a few weeks ago, and she had no idea if her sister was getting the help she needed. Or had she simply decided to hole herself up in her room and sulk as she had done so often as a child when she had not gotten her way. If she hadn't, well that was a problem she truly did not want to address. No one ever upset her as quickly or as deeply as Parvati tended to do.
Still, it had to be done.
Padma frowned and looked down at the pile of notes she had written in the past few days and sighed. The notes were good, but she needed the license if she really wanted to get anywhere with this law business. And getting the license was impossible without some form of ministry contact, and she had none. She had no idea where to begin with that either. Damn...
She rose from her chair and set to pacing the room, careful to avoid tripping over the boxes that held her books, and the lone one in the corner that held the books for Rabastan. Padma glanced over it as she turned and stopped. Perhaps she did have a connection. She only hoped that Rabastan would help her there.
That made to letters she had to write.
The third one occurred to her when she curled back up in her chair, tucking up her cold feet and protecting them from the chill of the cursed flagstone. Marcus had offered to cover it up for her with wood floors from his own manor. That opened the floodgates. She frowned and wrapped her arms around herself tightly, as though it could replace the warmth that Marcus' all too heated embrace offered.
She wanted to see him again. Wanted to see him badly.
And this was the most confusing part of it all. This was a man she couldn't stand to be near just over a week ago, and now she found herself aching for him desperately. She wanted to fuck him, yes, but it was more than that. it was the ease of his laugh, the wit of his banter, the way he always managed to set her off-guard and many things more beside that. What on earth was she thinking? He wasn't even her type. She liked the cool, calm and sophisticated. She liked the ones she had to press hard to make snap.
Marcus snapped with the lightest of touches. He had a temper and wasn't afraid of it, and she was almost entirely sure that he could count on one hand the number of books he had read in his life. She would sooner try to count the grains of sand in an hourglass than try to remember every single book she had read.
Truth was, they were probably terrible for one another.
But that didn't explain the spark that came every time he just looked at her. That didn't explain why she felt she could be herself around him as she could no one else, not even Parvati anymore. She hadn't felt this way with Ahmed, and he had been, more or less, her ideal.
Padma tucked her knees beneath her chin and frowned. She needed someone to talk to. Someone female. As much as she loved Terry, and as gay as he could be, he was still male, and he still had a man's perspective of things like this. No, as much as she could talk to him, she wasn't sure he would quite understand. This required a feminine touch.
The question then was who? Her sister was out of the question. Parvati was not only angry at her, but Padma also didn't know how she would react to her sister with a Slytherin, even if he didn't carry that evil brand on his forearm. She remembered her sister's comments when she had mentioned her. It must have been frightening.
No, she wouldn't understand at all.
Neither would Orla Quirke, for all she was a shrink, Padma wasn't ready to spill her secrets to a stranger. That pretty much left only one person. Lavender. Padma smiled a little at the thought. Of all people, Lavender might understand.
Finally decided on a course of action, Padma pulled out fresh paper and uncapped her fountain pen.
Dear Orla Quirke,
I hope this finds you well. I spoke with my sister about a week an a half ago concerning therapy sessions with you, and since she is rather perturbed with me, I don't know if she has had any time with you, or even contacted you. Any report on status in this matter that does not break your vows of confidentiality would be greatly appreciated.
Most gratefully,
Padma Patil
Rabastan,
How are you doing this past week? Hopefully you're not being assaulted by squealing pairs of sisters again. I am not there to rescue you this time. I bear a report of my status. Things are progressing much more smoothly now, and I have some books for you that I will deliver as soon as possible. I also decided to include a philospher not listed, simply because I thought you enjoy reading one of my favorite Renaissance critics. Don't worry, that one was bought with my funds, and I ask for no reimbursement.
And, if I may ask for your advice on another matter, I have some need to obtain a license to practice law, and I have no ministry contacts or real ways of finding them, and they would be needful in this matter. Do you know of anyone I might contact in this regard? Any and all help is greatly appreciated.
Your ever faithful minion, (that amuses me for some inane reason)
Padma Patil
Dear Lavender,
I hope you're doing well. I have some need to see you, concerning a few matters with my sister and some which I think only a woman's perspective could aid. Would you mind meeting me in the next few days? I need your advice badly.
Love,
Padma Patil
Characters: Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Orla Quirke and Rabastan Lestrange
Location: Their respective residences
Status: Private
Summary: Padma finds herself a bit confused and reaches out.
Completion: Incomplete
The month since Padma's arrival had been a whirlwind. A tumult of emotions and events all seeking to drive her absolutely out of her mind. Padma wasn't even sure if the worst of it was over.
As it were, Parvati hadn't spoken to her since their argument a few weeks ago, and she had no idea if her sister was getting the help she needed. Or had she simply decided to hole herself up in her room and sulk as she had done so often as a child when she had not gotten her way. If she hadn't, well that was a problem she truly did not want to address. No one ever upset her as quickly or as deeply as Parvati tended to do.
Still, it had to be done.
Padma frowned and looked down at the pile of notes she had written in the past few days and sighed. The notes were good, but she needed the license if she really wanted to get anywhere with this law business. And getting the license was impossible without some form of ministry contact, and she had none. She had no idea where to begin with that either. Damn...
She rose from her chair and set to pacing the room, careful to avoid tripping over the boxes that held her books, and the lone one in the corner that held the books for Rabastan. Padma glanced over it as she turned and stopped. Perhaps she did have a connection. She only hoped that Rabastan would help her there.
That made to letters she had to write.
The third one occurred to her when she curled back up in her chair, tucking up her cold feet and protecting them from the chill of the cursed flagstone. Marcus had offered to cover it up for her with wood floors from his own manor. That opened the floodgates. She frowned and wrapped her arms around herself tightly, as though it could replace the warmth that Marcus' all too heated embrace offered.
She wanted to see him again. Wanted to see him badly.
And this was the most confusing part of it all. This was a man she couldn't stand to be near just over a week ago, and now she found herself aching for him desperately. She wanted to fuck him, yes, but it was more than that. it was the ease of his laugh, the wit of his banter, the way he always managed to set her off-guard and many things more beside that. What on earth was she thinking? He wasn't even her type. She liked the cool, calm and sophisticated. She liked the ones she had to press hard to make snap.
Marcus snapped with the lightest of touches. He had a temper and wasn't afraid of it, and she was almost entirely sure that he could count on one hand the number of books he had read in his life. She would sooner try to count the grains of sand in an hourglass than try to remember every single book she had read.
Truth was, they were probably terrible for one another.
But that didn't explain the spark that came every time he just looked at her. That didn't explain why she felt she could be herself around him as she could no one else, not even Parvati anymore. She hadn't felt this way with Ahmed, and he had been, more or less, her ideal.
Padma tucked her knees beneath her chin and frowned. She needed someone to talk to. Someone female. As much as she loved Terry, and as gay as he could be, he was still male, and he still had a man's perspective of things like this. No, as much as she could talk to him, she wasn't sure he would quite understand. This required a feminine touch.
The question then was who? Her sister was out of the question. Parvati was not only angry at her, but Padma also didn't know how she would react to her sister with a Slytherin, even if he didn't carry that evil brand on his forearm. She remembered her sister's comments when she had mentioned her. It must have been frightening.
No, she wouldn't understand at all.
Neither would Orla Quirke, for all she was a shrink, Padma wasn't ready to spill her secrets to a stranger. That pretty much left only one person. Lavender. Padma smiled a little at the thought. Of all people, Lavender might understand.
Finally decided on a course of action, Padma pulled out fresh paper and uncapped her fountain pen.
Dear Orla Quirke,
I hope this finds you well. I spoke with my sister about a week an a half ago concerning therapy sessions with you, and since she is rather perturbed with me, I don't know if she has had any time with you, or even contacted you. Any report on status in this matter that does not break your vows of confidentiality would be greatly appreciated.
Most gratefully,
Padma Patil
Rabastan,
How are you doing this past week? Hopefully you're not being assaulted by squealing pairs of sisters again. I am not there to rescue you this time. I bear a report of my status. Things are progressing much more smoothly now, and I have some books for you that I will deliver as soon as possible. I also decided to include a philospher not listed, simply because I thought you enjoy reading one of my favorite Renaissance critics. Don't worry, that one was bought with my funds, and I ask for no reimbursement.
And, if I may ask for your advice on another matter, I have some need to obtain a license to practice law, and I have no ministry contacts or real ways of finding them, and they would be needful in this matter. Do you know of anyone I might contact in this regard? Any and all help is greatly appreciated.
Your ever faithful minion, (that amuses me for some inane reason)
Padma Patil
Dear Lavender,
I hope you're doing well. I have some need to see you, concerning a few matters with my sister and some which I think only a woman's perspective could aid. Would you mind meeting me in the next few days? I need your advice badly.
Love,
Padma Patil