Post by calamity on Dec 23, 2010 16:40:13 GMT -5
laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you home and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
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TAGISFOR open<3 SHEISWEARING this ANDICOUNTED 945
EXTRASTUFF she's brand new, so go easy on me.
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥
Her heels made a sharp click-clack sound as she walked down the cobblestoned alley. Her father's gravelly voice slid through her ear piece, and she replied in quiet Russian. Her father had taught her Russian from an early age, and it came as naturally as english. Normally they only spoke in Russian to annoy her mother, but her father often slid into Russian when he was worked up about something, and it was only natural for her to reply in his native tongue. Apparently her parents had, had an interesting encounter in the market, and her father was still getting used to the fact that magic was real. Her mother had never tried to hide it from him, but she also used it a minimal amount, and it blew his mind whenever she did. He had been speaking so fast that Violetta hadn't been able to catch most of what happened. Her parents called her everyday, and while her mother was usually quiet, and typically just asked how she was, and how things were going, her father usually had some wild tale to tell her, or he had thought of a new joke he wanted to share. Violetta always listened eagerly. Her father was her best friend. She absolutely adored her mother, but her father was her hero, and she loved talking to him, even when he just wouldn't shut up. Hearing his voice today had made her realize just how much she missed them both.
"Скажи маме, что я постараюсь, чтобы зайти на мой день рождения. Люблю тебя как." "Будет делать. Мы любим вас." Vi nodded to herself, and pushed the tiny button on the back of the head set, ending the call. Her hand slid unconsciously down to her right pocket where she kept her cell phone and her wand. Satisfied that they were still there, she tightened her hold on the stack of files she was carrying in her left arm, and kept walking. She could feel the her necklace bounce against her chest with each step she took. She wore the necklace because it reminded her of her father, but she kept it tucked away so no one would begin pointing fingers and shouting "communist!" at her. Her peacoat was open in the front, and she was wishing she could stick her hands deep in it's warm pockets, but she didn't want to risk dropping the folders. There were files, background checks, on known and suspected death eaters. Vi hadn't had time to look through them. She had just came to pick them up. She was on her way back to the ministry, slowly on her way back. Violetta had been working more than she realized lately. It wouldn't be so bad, but it was all desk work and no field work. Working behind the desk exhausted her more than anything she ever did out in the field.
She took a deep breath and flexed her hands. She was glad that winter was officially over, but it was still Britain. It was never actually warm here. Her mother had told her that it could actually get hot where she was from. Violetta was tempted to transfer to the American ministry. She was tempted, but she wouldn't. She was just waiting on the weather to warm up a little more. She was pretty warm in her thick warm clothes, but sometimes a strong breeze would nip at her bare skin. She was glad that she hadn't worn a skirt out. As if on cue, a breeze nipped at her hands and face. She cursed quietly, and scanned the shops around her. She was almost back to the leaky cauldron. Her pace quickened as she thought about the warm little pub. Her long legs faithfully carried her, but not nearly fast enough. The cold wind assaulted her a few more times before she made it back into the warm bar. The idea of moving to the states was tantalizing her. Cold weather should be limited to one season. Vi looked adorable in winter clothes, but it wasn't winter anymore. Honestly, the girl looked adorable in anything, even these drab clothes that she wore for work.
She shivered as the warmth of the pub chased the cold out of her bones. The Leaky Cauldron was no fancy tavern, but she was comfortable here. The hospitality of the staff, and the homey feel of the pub itself, made her feel more like she was back in Scotland, and a little closer to her family. She crossed to the bar, and ordered a firewhisky. She placed her folders on the table, and unwrapped her soft white scarf from her neck. She unbuttoned her jacket, and handed the jacket and scarf to a barmaid. "Thank you." She dug her wand out of her pocket, and tapped the folders on the bar, making them immune to spills or other hazards that might happen in such a place. She dropped her wand back into her pocket, and finally took her seat. "Firewhisky?" The bartender nodded, and she smiled in gratitude. "Thank you." She took the shot glass from him, and made quick work of it. "Keep it coming?" The smile on the bartender's face made her smile. The girl could drink like a fish, and most people were surprised when she was still standing after all the seasoned drinkers were long finished. Once the glass was refilled she downed it again, letting the alcohol warm her body. A blissful smile crept onto her lips, and her fingers traced the outside of the folders. She was beginning to think that she would be spending the night upstairs.