RP: Where do we go from here?
Date: May 10, 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Ollivander
Location: Ollivander's shop
Status: Private
Summary: It's definitely been more than two weeks
Completion: Complete
It had been much longer than two weeks since she'd visited Ollivander. Rita had been busy, of course, but another part of her had been waiting for him to contact her. The last thing she had wanted to do was rush there after fourteen days and make him think the fortnight had been hard for her.
She'd thought of him a few times, of course, but there were other more important things to take care of. And she'd managed to have a civil conversation with Kingsley. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but whatever it was between them still existed in some form.
And, truth be told, she was slightly worried about what Ollivander would say to her. Worried that he'd ask her for more than she could cope with, worried that he'd send her away for good. Why in the fuck did people have to complicate everything with feelings? She enjoyed his company, she was comfortable with him. He was a fantastic conversationalist, she never got bored with trying to figure him out. And she'd certainly enjoyed their day in the forest. Why did the silly old fool have to go and fall in love with her? Injure himself, complicate everything. She wanted to wrap herself around him and try and make it better. She wanted to turn and run.
But most of all she wanted to see him, speak to him, deal with whatever the fuck had happened to make him hurt himself over her, then push her away. Was it the sex that had changed everything? What was different? They were friends before, they were friends now. In a different sort of way to other friendships, perhaps - she was fond of Ollivander - but she didn't know where love came into it.
Whatever. She would see him, find out what he had to say.
She arrived outside the shop and knocked.
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Ollivander
Location: Ollivander's shop
Status: Private
Summary: It's definitely been more than two weeks
Completion: Complete
It had been much longer than two weeks since she'd visited Ollivander. Rita had been busy, of course, but another part of her had been waiting for him to contact her. The last thing she had wanted to do was rush there after fourteen days and make him think the fortnight had been hard for her.
She'd thought of him a few times, of course, but there were other more important things to take care of. And she'd managed to have a civil conversation with Kingsley. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but whatever it was between them still existed in some form.
And, truth be told, she was slightly worried about what Ollivander would say to her. Worried that he'd ask her for more than she could cope with, worried that he'd send her away for good. Why in the fuck did people have to complicate everything with feelings? She enjoyed his company, she was comfortable with him. He was a fantastic conversationalist, she never got bored with trying to figure him out. And she'd certainly enjoyed their day in the forest. Why did the silly old fool have to go and fall in love with her? Injure himself, complicate everything. She wanted to wrap herself around him and try and make it better. She wanted to turn and run.
But most of all she wanted to see him, speak to him, deal with whatever the fuck had happened to make him hurt himself over her, then push her away. Was it the sex that had changed everything? What was different? They were friends before, they were friends now. In a different sort of way to other friendships, perhaps - she was fond of Ollivander - but she didn't know where love came into it.
Whatever. She would see him, find out what he had to say.
She arrived outside the shop and knocked.