Date: July 30, 2005
Character(s): Kenneth Towler and Andromeda Tonks
Location: The clinic
Status: Private
Summary: Kenneth gets hijacked by his mediwitch.
Completion: Complete.
"And let's try and remember that magic can only do so much in testing the bounds of physics when you don't actually know how to ride a broom," Kenneth admonished his latest
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Kenneth paused to take an experimental sip, then added a bit more milk.
"Unfortunately for him, if he keeps up his broom activities, he will likely end up a giant splatter mark on someone's roof," he observed as he took a seat opposite Tonks' desk. "Though perhaps the limitations of mortality might just have begun dawning on him. The bruising will be around for a bit."
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Hmmm... she'd all but brow beat and twisted the arm on Nymphadora, but she highly doubted that would work well if at all on Kenneth. She needed either to go subtly or with brute force. He seemed to be in a good mood with the busy morning he'd had, but that generally meant nothing. "Have you ever wanted kids?"
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He was mid-sip when she asked the question about children, an inquiry that for once took him utterly by surprise. He nearly spilled his tea.
"I...I can't say that I've given the matter much thought," he blurted out. Even when he'd been with Haylie, if he were honest, it had been a passionate relationship based on professional interest and respect, not consideration for the future. Their break-up had clearly demonstrated the problems associated therein.
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Kenneth wasn't sure how an auror moved on to become a stationer, but it was a respectable enough undertaking. And fodder for conversation should that become otherwise tedious.
"I suppose a dinner wouldn't be too nightmarish a prospect," he said with a frown, wondering how he'd been maneuvered into his current position. "Assuming that's still considered acceptable dating behavior for those of us who aren't well versed in fun."
If he sounded more than a little sarcastic, well, he wasn't above being a trifle petty after being cajoled into a date.
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"I'm certain I can select a suitable place to eat," he told her with rather bad grace, before absorbing yet another piece of information about his intended dinner companion. In his mind, Kenneth quickly categorized his mediwitch and her daughter as Tonks and Tonks II. "And I will owl her."
If he was trapped into doing something, he would do it correctly.
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