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veneficusvenato) wrote2011-11-04 07:27 pm
veneficusvenato) wrote2011-11-04 07:27 pm
Coffee 2.0 [Locked to Dean]
My Main ep piece for it:
Jo slept in, after being up forever. First trading shots with Bobby through the annoyed snorting at the professor who was afraid of cat scratches. Then with Sokka n' Lee. Because it's not everyday that someone chose to house an Order in their soul.
Taking her time as nothing would make the next four days to her leaving pass faster.
She'd been towel drying her hair from the world' longest, hottest shower, when she spotted Dean (or more aptly a recognizable hunch of shoulders in that cloak) standing outside the shop across High Street. Staring at the front of the pub.
Thinking about his vow, and the uncanny unwavering staring, Jo tossed her towel on a chair, ran her fingers through her hair and headed downstairs. Better than avoiding. Especially now. For better or worse. At least pretending her attention wasn't on the front windows and door, she went about wanding away the cleaned glasses and plates from the meeting.
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It was the better part of two minutes before the door bell jingled, hit and tinny, in the din of a larger crowd than last week. But she still heard it. Or felt it? she still knew. In the pause between will he or won't he, she knew he had. Could feel it in the center of herself. In her wand hand.
She made a cup of coffee prepare itself with another flick of her wand, as the last plate went into its place. Using the last flourish of the magic to send it serenely sailing through the air so it landed on the bar just before he got to it.
Jo slept in, after being up forever. First trading shots with Bobby through the annoyed snorting at the professor who was afraid of cat scratches. Then with Sokka n' Lee. Because it's not everyday that someone chose to house an Order in their soul.
Taking her time as nothing would make the next four days to her leaving pass faster.
She'd been towel drying her hair from the world' longest, hottest shower, when she spotted Dean (or more aptly a recognizable hunch of shoulders in that cloak) standing outside the shop across High Street. Staring at the front of the pub.
Thinking about his vow, and the uncanny unwavering staring, Jo tossed her towel on a chair, ran her fingers through her hair and headed downstairs. Better than avoiding. Especially now. For better or worse. At least pretending her attention wasn't on the front windows and door, she went about wanding away the cleaned glasses and plates from the meeting.
Thread Topper
It was the better part of two minutes before the door bell jingled, hit and tinny, in the din of a larger crowd than last week. But she still heard it. Or felt it? she still knew. In the pause between will he or won't he, she knew he had. Could feel it in the center of herself. In her wand hand.
She made a cup of coffee prepare itself with another flick of her wand, as the last plate went into its place. Using the last flourish of the magic to send it serenely sailing through the air so it landed on the bar just before he got to it.
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"Thanks, Jo. Where's yours, though?"
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She snapped her wand to the left.
Without looking. Or saying the spell.
But then Jo Harvelle rarely ever said them.
Since the moment in 6th Year of mastering it.
A tea cup shot through the air and sailed to her.
Stopping in mid air. Followed by a sugar bowl.
Which neatly did not run into the cup.
Apparently, she hadn't fucked up entirely last time?
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He's watching her hands. She always moved so elegantly. Sure and strong movements, quick and certain.
"Talkative this morning, I see."
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There's a furrow to her brow.
No, she was pretty sure. After the way he fled.
After the way she fucked up, blurting those words.
Her wand was tucked into her back pocket, school-like.
She added half a teaspoon of sugar, then nudged the bowl away.
Took the cup with both hands, still holding it in front of her.
And at least to add something. "Last night went better than I expected."
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Be safe, as if nothing had ever changed.
He'd considered not coming. He'd tried to stay at home, even. Turned over in bed and pulled the duvet over his head.
He couldn't go through with it. Not with Jo in the same town. It hurts, to come see her and not be hers, but it doesn't hurt enough to stop.
"Yeah? The oaths?"
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Give, and move, as little as possible.
Why would she ever expect him to come back?
On a day that had nothing to do with meeting?
When she'd proved she couldn't be calm n' normal?
Except he was. There. Here. Again. Still. Right now.
All collected and still. There. Making her drink.
"I wasn't even sure Lee would agree, honestly."
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"Lee? Your Lee?"
Who he heard so much about, but never met?
"Wouldn't swear to you?"
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As Lee did swear last night.
And did it, Jo is sure because of her.
And because of Sokka's choice, too.
"She doesn't like things that impede her free will."
There's some care to how she decided to put that one.
It's something they all had to deal with.
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But then, he spoke away his free will a long time ago, in the interests of saving the world. And of protecting Sam. Either/or.
"She better get used to it, she wants anyone to trust her."
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"She did says the words."
No one got to insinuate things about or at Lee.
Her Lee. Part of her two people in the whole world.
At least they were some words. Short but meant.
Not like Dean boring a hole through her.
Staring the whole time. Oh, look, tea.
Jo finally started drinking it.
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Reluctantly. And only barely. Dean can think of a hundred loopholes.
But the way Jo used to talk about Leah, her Leah ...
He shouldn't be remembering the way they Used To Be. Not here, not now. Not with Jo's elegant-but-so-strong hands wrapped around that teacup, her lips warm and wet. These are not useful thoughts to have.
"I think it's a good team. The Order. If it weren't that one of them's --"
Not so much in the team.
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Ignoring the sugar, still floating next to her.
A little glad that the bar was still between them.
She looked up, rather more still than serious appearing.
Because he knew she knew about his report from last.
Because he probably knew nothing about Spoiler.
There was a chance. But she doubted it.
"There could be worse immediate problems."
But her tone gave that this could get so much worse.
Especially if. Spoiler? Who'd done so much good. Went bad.