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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 2, 2010 12:43:19 GMT -5
"Bloody air conditioning seizing up again," Curse Kameren growled on his way out of his apartment, college course plans in hand. "How am I supposed to bloody work when I'm dying of heat stroke in my own home?" the Uni Professor shook his head, glancing both ways across the street before walking.
As he walked, Curse kept his eyes open for places he could stop to work on his lessons. "The Leaky Cauldron would do, I suppose. S'only a block away," He muttered to himself, once more glancing across a street before stepping out. This time, however, the grey stripe in his vision stopped him from seeing one very important thing: a biker coming right towards him.
"Merlin!" Curse cursed as someone pulled him backwards by the shoulders onto the curb, successfully keeping him out of the way of the swerving bike. The ex-auror let out a breath, turning around to see his saviour. "Thanks mate," he said, steadying himself on the curb once more.
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Post by Elle Callahan on Sept 2, 2010 20:58:22 GMT -5
It was a ducky day. If one ignored the sweltering heat that forced even the most stubborn of breath to stick, that is. Even the crazy energetic barely constrained balls of endless energy known as children were subdued. Elle was barking mad to have left the synthetically cool St. Mungos for the humid real world. Then again her grasp on sanity was often in question due to her chosen profession. The girl with barely a shadow of a social life strolled down the side walk enjoying the feel of the muggle world. There was something about the sound of cars and chatter of the unmagical variety that made her feel more alive. It refreshed her, took Elle away from her stressful world for just a moment.
Wide blue eyes drifted across the busy scene, tasting the sights, skipping over the view. Traffic hummed and Elle slowed even more, pausing alongside the pavement with a few other people reading to cross. A determined figure, tall, walked straight into the street. Elle was momentarily startled when her view of a sweet motor bike was blocked by a figure of a man. Was he trying to top himself? Reaction kicked in. Elle reached out yanking the much bigger man back by his shoulders.
Heart thumping a mad tattoo, all Elle could do was stare at the idiot who had stolen a few years off her life. Her ire vanished when the man turned and she saw who it was. Curse Kameren. In the flesh. She had heard he had been released. He looked good. Amazing really, far better than he had the day she had met him. Elle was what was known as an all around. She hadn't picked an area to focus her studies on so she spent time on each floor. Curse had been her mentor's patient when she had arrived on that floor. Elle had been there when they had brought the prestigious auror in. A shattered man. Time had done him well.
"Elle Callahan. Ummm we've met before." She said unsure of what to do. She'd been in the mental ward off and during Curse's stay, treating him for a while. It had been several months since she had last seen him. Besides who wanted to be reminded of the time that they nearly lost their grip on reality?
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 2, 2010 21:29:48 GMT -5
Curse's emerald eyes glinted in recognition when they fell upon the woman who snatched him out of the way. He knew her from somewhere. But where? It must have been recently... Mungo's? Oh yes. She was Dr. Gustafsen's quiet assistant. What was her name again?
"Elle Callahan. Ummm we've met before."
"Ah yes, I though I recognized you! I just couldn't place your name. Sorry about that, though I must say I didn't meet you on good 'remembering' circumstances..." Curse smiled kindly, the left side of his mouth pushing against the scar on his cheek. "Sorry about that running into traffic there. Can't see so well out of this eye anymore," Curse gestured to his left eye with the white stripe through it, "though I suppose that isn't much of an excuse. Should've been paying attention."
He glanced up as the walking signal flashed. "Now that I do see," He said with a self-depreciating grin, gesturing the lady to walk before him. "After you."
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Post by Elle Callahan on Sept 5, 2010 20:39:17 GMT -5
To call this moment awkward would just be too kind and mundane. Elle's social skills were suspect at best. Her mouth said the most inopportune things and she worried that she would some how be the cause of a relapse for this man. But that was giving herself far too much credit and the scientist in her battled the fears of a shy child.
"Not a problem. Just glad you didn't get hurt. I'd hate to have to scrape you off the sidewalk..." She said her voice trailing off at the end as she realized what she had said was not too polite although she was aiming for a slightly sarcastic tone her speaking voice was far too light to be considered dry unless one knew her well.
"Have you tried the gene spell? It might be able to help your eye sight." She asked her mind in medical mode. The spell was quite new, it repaired ones damaged body part by regrowing cells. While she had no idea if it would work on eyes it was worth a try.
Elle smiled slightly as Curse gestured for her to walk. Oh how chivalry was still alive. Elle kept glancing behind her to check on the man, unsure if he should be allowed to walk in the muggle world alone. He might not see a bike or something and end up in the street again or end up pushing a child in the street.
"Why are you out here?" She asked trying to start conversation while trying not to remember him as the half crazed man she had fed mush to.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 5, 2010 21:09:32 GMT -5
Curse had always been keen to the thoughts and emotions other people displayed on their bodies. He could tell fully well that Elle saw him still as the man in the hospital room, the man who hadn't slept in three weeks due to paranoia, writing mathematical equations and invented spells on the walls of his bedroom with whatever he could find because the ward wouldn't allow him a pencil and paper. He could smell her discomfort, could taste her worry, could see her memories of him at his worst flash past her eyes.fractured or not, Curse could read people. Besides, he was better now. He really was.
"Not a problem. Just glad you didn't get hurt. I'd hate to have to scrape you off the sidewalk..." Curse chuckled lightly, his crooked smile growing across his face. Curse loved dark humor; her meaning wasn't lost on him.
"Have you tried the gene spell? It might be able to help your eye sight."
"I've tried plenty of things," Curse replied, rubbing under his affected eye, "Most of my injuries are from curses, which makes them very difficult to heal. Everything I've tried with my eye just ends with it re-opening two days later. I'd rather just keep it than have to feel it again." He shrugged, opening the door to the Leaky Cauldron for her. He grew slightly irritated as she continued to check up on him, but he didn't show it. He had proved sane enough to leave the ward, didn't he? Must he still be constantly judge for his sanity?
"Why are you out here?"
"The air conditioning--" Curse's eyes rolled towards the ceiling for a moment as he thought about what he just said. Magic-user. Probably doesn't know what that is. "--err, cold-air-machine in my apartment broke down. I'll have it fixed this week, but I couldn't stay in there any longer. Besides, I have to pick up my son from school in a few hours and it's only a few blocks down from here." Curse took a spot at one of the open tables in the Cauldron, gesturing an invitation for Elle to sit. She knew who he was talking about when he mentioned Max; he talked about his son constantly in the institution. Max had been his guiding light; the main reason why he went for treatment in the first place. Curse waited, disgruntled, for her to act surprised about the fact that he was allowed to be alone with his child. She wouldn't be the first to act that way.
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Post by Elle Callahan on Sept 11, 2010 0:48:37 GMT -5
Ell was rather amazed at the transformation that Curse had gone through. The man who walked next to her barely resembled the man she had treated in the ward. Night and day. Still she couldn't help but wonder if he was entirely healed. The skeptic in her wondered if this put together Kameron was an act. Nonetheless she was glad to see him embracing the world.
"More like mop me up. My blood is practically the same consistency as fire whiskey." She said dryly adding her own wry sense of humor in the mixed. Elle rarely joke, it was hard for her, most people did not understand her crude attempts but she couldn't help herself. Sometimes her mouth acted on it's own accord. Her brain had lost control a few steps back.
Elle nodded as Curse explained his cursed eye. It made perfect sense why it didn't heal but the scientist in her still tried to list healing tactics in her mind. Maybe they could cancel the curse out by applying a new one? Elle made a mental note about that theory, marking it for later examination.
Frown lines wrinkled Elle's forehead, the first sign of aging, at the mention of air conditioning. "Right, you live in the both worlds." She remembered as he explained what it is.
"That's wonderful. How is your son doing?" She asked surprised but pleased that he was making enough progress to actually take care of his kid. Having something to live for was an excellent healer.
They continued on the street, with Elle taking quicker steps to keep up with the towering man. He was nearly two feet taller than the petite healer.
"Do you have plans for lunch? I'm on break from the hospital."
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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 20, 2010 20:30:20 GMT -5
"The air conditioning--err, cold-air-machine in my apartment broke down. I'll have it fixed this week, but I couldn't stay in there any longer."
"Right, you live in the both worlds."
"Yeah, half-blood." He shrugged. "Besides, I have to pick up my son from school in a few hours and it's only a few blocks down from here."
"That's wonderful. How is your son doing?"
"He's wonderful. Fantastic." Curse practically beamed at the mention of his son. It was funny; the feared auror had never thought of himself as the parental type, but having Max somehow just fit with him. It was right for him to have him. He was family, someone to look after. Someone who looked up to him, without judgement. In truth, Curse needed Max as much as Max needed his father. "It's my first week with him on my own. Had to pass all the bloody tests first..." Curse looked slightly annoyed at the thought of the mental institution's testing, but he knew it was necessary.
The ex-auror pushed the door open through the Leaky Cauldron for the tiny healer. He never remembered her being that small from the hospital, but then again, his condition and her power over him may have affected his judgment at the time. "Do you have plans for lunch? I'm on break from the hospital."
"No, not at all," Curse replied, smiling in a friendly way as he followed her. "Where would you like to go? I never go to the wizarding restaurants around here. Food's rubbish compared to the muggle places..." He look around over the Diagon Alley crowd for the names of any restaurants. "There's the 'Cauldron, of course, then I think there's one over there... or is that a bookstore? Haven't been to this part of London in months..."
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Post by Elle Callahan on Oct 9, 2010 23:33:00 GMT -5
Elle's own blood was no where near pure but she had grown up in a wizarding part of the country. She knew of the muggle world and had often visited a village near her Grandfather's home but she was never entirely comfortable in the muggle world. She proffered her own kind because she felt smart, in the muggle world she had no real accomplishments in which to speak off.
"He's wonderful. Fantastic..."It's my first week with him on my own. Had to pass all the bloody tests first..."
"I heard you pasted with flying snitches. I'm actually impressed. I doubt I could have recovered from all you have been through and still be sane enough to tackle parenthood." Elle commented as she slipped into the cauldron. A tiny breath escaped her when he said yes. She half expected him to make an excuse, she was after all someone who knew his unsavory past. Who enjoyed lunch with their doctor?
If Elle had lunch with hers she'd kill him. Sometimes she enjoyed a good kidney pie even though it wasn't the most healthy dish.
"You need to get out more. Even I have been here more than you and I'm practically spelled to Mungo's." She teased as she tugged on his hand and led him through the crowd to a empty booth.
"While there are some new restaurants, nothing beats the Cauldron. Average to weak service but amazing food for the price." She sighed as she practically fell into the squishy plush bench.
"So, what are you doing these days?"
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Post by Curse Kameren on Oct 11, 2010 0:08:53 GMT -5
"I heard you pasted with flying snitches. I'm actually impressed. I doubt I could have recovered from all you have been through and still be sane enough to tackle parenthood."
Curse nodded, smiling. He was good with tests; Elle would be one to know that. Even in his invalid state, he had passed many mental tests at the hospital. At first without the doctors noticing he was lying. Oddly, that was what Curse liked about Elle: she knew him at his worst. She knew more intimate details about the inner workings of the ex-auror's mind than nearly anyone. She had met him as a stuttering, paranoid genius restrained to a hospital bed to keep him from attacking one of the other ex-Death Eater patients. Mainly: Curse didn't need to impress her. His current condition was already leaps and bounds ahead of her first impression of him. Would she judge him anyway? Probably. But everyone judged him. That didn't bother him anymore.
"Where would you like to go? I never go to the wizarding restaurants around here. Food's rubbish compared to the muggle places..."
"You need to get out more. Even I have been here more than you and I'm practically spelled to Mungo's."
Cure laughed, following as Elle lead him by the hand towards the Leaky Cauldron. "Didn't I tell you I'm a parent now? Once every couple months is me 'getting out more'..." The ex-auror joked; his new position as a father did take up most of his time, more so than even being an auror had. But he loved it, more than any job or any other activity there was.
"While there are some new restaurants, nothing beats the Cauldron. Average to weak service but amazing food for the price."
"It's alright, I suppose," Curse replied. He hadn't been too keen on the Leaky Cauldron for some years now, since the drama that had happened there that lead both to his poisoning and to his sentence in Azkaban. Though he liked the people and the food, the memory of the place left a bad taste in his mouth. But he woudln't bring that up. Elle wasn't his therapist anymore. He took a seat on the bench across from her. leaning slightly on the table between them. He leaned his lesson plans against the bottom of the bench, not minding them for now.
"So, what are you doing these days?"
Curse's emerald eyes rolled towards the ceiling as he thought about that. What was he doing these days? He'd already told Elle about Max, and he didn't want to be one of those annoying people who wouldn't shut up about their kids. "Well, I'm mostly in the Muggle world lately. I'm a physics professor at the Uni downtown," he drifted off, not sure what else to say. "And, well, I have Max. He takes up most of my time, i guess." He shrugged. He'd only been out a few months, getting a job as a college professor and taking care of a child were pretty big things for only being mentally stable a few months.
"And yourself? Still a healer-in-training, or have they promoted you yet? I don't know why they hadn't yet, you were the most useful bloody healer in the ward..."
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