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Post by jennifer on May 9, 2010 19:47:26 GMT -5
Eighteen-year-old Annasophia Whitmore stood in her father’s office, her arms crossed over her chest, her pretty face in a scowl as she eyed her father angrily.
“I don’t want to go anywhere, father.” She snapped.
“Anna, dear, I know you don’t, but you have to. You don’t understand the gravity of the situation.” The minister of magic said gravely.
“So someone sent a threatening letter, what’s so horrible about that? If you hadn’t noticed, we get threatened at least a hundred times a day. You knew that would happen when you took this job!”
“This letter had the dark mark on it, Annasophia. It is a very serious matter.” He said, his voice stern as he looked at his daughter.
At the mention of the dark mark, Anna didn’t have anything more to say. She didn’t want to admit it, but the thought that there were actual Death Eaters out there that wanted to hurt her was a bit frightening. She walked towards the window of her Father’s office and looked out at their grand estate. It seemed harmless enough. And yet, she was being forced to go on a bloody trip with some complete stranger her father had picked out. All she knew about him was his name: Gabriel De Gillern. It sounded like a nice, sophisticated name, so Anna predicted that she might like the bloke that she was being forced to hide away with. Hiding. She hated the thought of it. She scoffed.
“I don’t understand why I can’t stay here. We have top security!” Annasophia said, turning towards her father.
“I’ve been advised by many Aurors that putting you somewhere they wouldn’t look would be your safest option.” The minister said.
“And where is that?”
“I can’t tell you.” He sighed.
“Why not?!” Anna objected, outraged, her hands balling into fists at her side.
“Because, Anna, even I don’t know! In fact the only one who knows where you’re going is this…this De Gillern bloke! It is for your safety, I assure you. In case I’m captured and they make me drink Veritaserum, I can’t tell them where you’re going. Nobody will be able to.”
Anna fumed. She turned her back on her father again, ignoring him completely now, even as he tried to assure her that it was all for her safety, and just until they caught and jailed the culprits behind the threats. She wasn’t used to not getting her way. Any other time, she could have pouted and thrown herself and her father would have caved, but apparently today was different. She sighed when she realized that this Gabriel fellow was going to be here within the next few minutes. She didn’t want to leave. She and her friends had planned a trip for the following week. They’d been planning on going to the Bahamas for a week, and she’d been looking forward to it for months, when all the sudden this stupid letter had to come and wreck all her plans. She humphed irritatedly, flopping down on her dad’s desk, though he’d asked her many times throughout her life to not sit on it because it was important that she not damage any files he may have laying around. Well, she decided, she was more important than any file he could ever have.
There was a knock at the door and the minister looked up, his breath catching in his throat. “This will be him, Annasophia. Be polite.” He requested quietly, knowing that his daughter had a viper’s tongue when she was angry. He walked towards the door, Anna’s eyes following him as he opened it slowly, revealing the man she was going to be attached for the next...however long it would be before she could come home.
"Thank you for doing this, Mr. De Gillern." the minister said, holding his hand out. Anna ignored both of them, turning back to the window with a sigh. She wasn't being exactly what you'd call 'polite'.
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Post by Alison on May 9, 2010 20:05:33 GMT -5
Gabriel De Gillern. Gabe. Just Gabe. He was about early 30's with a terrible sense of intuition and a habit of smoking a lot of cigarettes. He sighed as he held a piece of paper in his hand with the address for the Whitmore mansion. Shit. How did he find himself in this business again? Oh right. Right out of Hogwarts this Ravenclaw found himself in Knock Turn Alley. Some guy came up to him while he was looking about this artifacts shop.
Flash back....
"You sir."
Gabe looked up, aged 17 at this time, about to touch a vintage looking small black box. A man with steely blue eyes, and a dark mark on his arm stared him back. "What are the likes of you doing here?" The man gravelly said, with narrowed eyes towards him. "I'm allowed to be here just as much as you." Gabe said with enough authority made the steely blue-eyed man question his abilities.
That man, was no real Death Eater. He was an inside man for the Order of the Phoenix. Sure, Voldemort is dead, Harry Potter has retired and is relaxing with his lovely three kids, but this man, William VanHelm was definitely a great mentor. He helped young Gabe into the art of manipulation, seduction, information-gathering, and all for the good side. William mentored Gabe and Gabe knew he wanted to protect people. He liked the feeling of "playing hero". And years went on, and Gabe protected many prestigeous muggle and wizarding families and celebrities.
Gabe, clad in only a worn-in leather jacket, a white t-shirt, and dirtied blue jeans, with a carried rucksack magically charmed to fit into his pocket, and normal grey sneakers. Sure, he doesn't look the part of a stereotypical bodyguard. But he was the best of the best. He sighed as he walked up to the mansion and got let in by one of Minister Whitmore's many maids. He was led to the office door and he knocked three times and stopped.
He blinked at Minister Whitmore and smiled. "No problem. I'm happy to help." He said with a slight smirk on his face as he shook Minister Whitmore's hand. "Just call me Gabe." Gabe added with a smile. He raised an eyebrow towards the young woman at the window. Gabe knew that was his protected. Protected means the one who is being protected. Unlike Gabe, who is the protector, who protects the protected. In other words, she's his client. He smiled. "I'm guessing this is Annasophia?" He asked, a rough/raspyness to his voice, but loud enough to become authoritative when needed.
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Post by jennifer on May 9, 2010 20:41:22 GMT -5
Anna was unimpressed. He was not dressed like a body guard should be dressed. He was dressed like a muggle street hoodlum for God's sake. Granted, she was also dressed like a muggle, but in a nice pair of dark skinny jeans, and a maroon v-neck tunic. She looked nice. But this guy? He looked like he was ready to rob a bank, or rough someone up in an alleyway. She wasn't used to be around people who weren't dressed in top condition. Ever since she was a young girl, her father had been Minister of Magic. She heard the man tell her father to call him Gabe and she scoffed, rolling her eyes. Gabriel was so much more professional. She didn't like him already. Chances are, she wouldn't have liked him anyways, but it just made it worse that he was completely unlikeable.
"I'm guessing this is Annasophia?"
"Yes. This is my daughter." The minister said, lightly grabbing her arm and pulling her towards Gabe. "Annasophia, this is Gabe." he said in a hopeful tone.
Anna held her hand out and shook Gabe's. She noticed how her hand seemed to disappear in his because she was so small in comparison. She crossed her arms over her chest once again, glaring at everything and nothing in particular. "I don't want to go with you, just so you're aware." she said with venom.
The minister sighed. "Anna, please. He's going to make sure that you're safe. Act your age."
"Treat me like I'm eighteen, and I would." she snapped at her father.
"I apologize for my daughter's rudeness. I think she's just anxious." the minister said gravely. "We all are." he said with a nod. "I've been informed that you should leave as soon as possible. Anna, your things are outside the door." he said before hugging his daughter tightly. "Please, do what he says. This is for your own good, I promise." he whispered into her ear. "I love you."
"I love you too." Anna said, hugging her dad.
He kissed her on the forehead before ushering them out the office door, closing it behind them. Anna grabbed her large designer bag with clothes, make up, hair and tooth brushes, and other necessities like her wand. She shouldered it and glared at Gabe. "So, where to, oh mighty protector?" she asked as they made their way towards the front door.
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Post by Alison on May 9, 2010 21:42:01 GMT -5
Gabe knew that she would be unimpressed. Sure his tactics may seem....immoral.....to some extent, but he does have his client's best interests at heart. Which would be their safety. Nothing else. Just to know that they are away from any harm to them, makes him a pretty happy man...even if he doesn't broadly show it on his face. He smiled at the minister. He was a nice man. He had conversing him through owl-ing as well as William Vanhelm who told the minister in his retiring stage that Gabe was the best at his job. No one else was as good as Gabe.
"Nice to meet you Annasophia. Or would you rather me call you Anna?"
Gabe could tell that this girl was a daddy's girl to start. She also brought up in a loving home with her father, no mother to be around, so she has her father's time and attention. She seemed to be a brat because of this, and only would use her father's wealth and guilt for not spending more time with his beloved daughter to get her anything in the world that she desired.
Yes. Gabe was that intuitive that by just looking at her he could tell all of those things. He smirked as he shook her hand, a firm, manly handshake. But not strong enough to hurt her hand. As well, he needed to have her help to hide.
"I am the only person who can hide you from the Death Eaters, just so you're aware."
Gabe responded back easily, but with a tone of voice that could make seem that he has a big bite with his bark. He watched as the minister apologize. "It's fine." Gabe replied as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he watched the interaction between the minister and his daughter. He watched with a small smile. Gabe missed his parents. They lived in the States in Florida for retirement. He didn't mind, he was only 30. He was used to being alone, and has been since he was 23. He should give them a call after this mission was over.
They left the office door and he looked at her large designer bag. He raised an eyebrow. "First, Motel 8." He said iwth a smirk as he started off towards the front door of the mansion. It was a good twenty minute walk, but nothing new for this bodyguard. He liked the exercise. He looked over at her. "But before we leave your home-sweet-home," Gabe said lightly, but with a tone of sourness at the mention of home, "you need to shrink your bag so it is hidden. I'll tell you when to enlarge it and to change the color and size when we're almost at the motel." Gabe added as he stood at the front door, his hand on the door watching her bag with slightly narrowed eyes. He needed her to listen to him. Because if she didn't, they would be found.
As if they could find him. No one could anyway.
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Post by jennifer on May 9, 2010 22:10:29 GMT -5
When he asked what she would like to be called, she shrugged. It didn't really matter to her. Some called her Anna, some called her Annasophia. It was usually more formal to use the latter, but clearly this guy didn't give a damn about formal. "Whatever you see fit." she said, looking down at her perfectly manicured nails. Annasophia Whitmore was never without a perfect manicure and a pedicure to match. That had been how she'd been living since she was thirteen, and she wasn't aware that she was in for a rude awakening coming to her very soon. She'd never even slept in a hotel or motel before. Her father always rented cottages and summer homes whenever they went on vacation, which wasn't very often, but she'd still managed eighteen years without ever sleeping in a public facility.
When he bit back about the Death Eaters, Anna didn't know what to do or say. She wasn't used to people standing up to her, not even adults. She put her nose in the air indignantly, pretending that she wasn't surprised by his brash attitude. She didn't want him to know that he'd caught her off guard. One of her favorite attributes about herself was her ability to remain indifferent about what other people said to her. She was horrified by the thought that this might not be the case with Gabe.
She noticed him eyeing her bag with an expression that almost mirrored mockery, and she held it to her defensively. This was an Avery Hamilton original, one of the most prestigious designers in the wizarding world. No way was he going to make faces at it. Before she could scold him for it, he mentioned that they were going to a Motel 8. Her brow furrowed. She'd never heard of it. "Is that some sort of estate or manor name or something?" she asked
When he told her to shrink her bag, her insides positively crawled in horror, but she couldn't start arguing with him yet. She bit her lip as she pulled her wand out, casting a shrinking spell on her favorite piece of luggage ever. She pouted at it, rubbing it like it was a hamster. "This isn't good for the material, you know." she said, glaring up at him. "And neither is changing the color! After time, it won't be able to go back to it's original shade, and the fabric will lose it's strength. That's why Avery Hamilton offers these bags in many colors and sizes." she nodded, much like a know-it-all.
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Post by Alison on May 9, 2010 22:43:04 GMT -5
Gabe shrugged back at her. "Okay Anna." He said easily looking at her who was looking at her nails. Gabe rolled his eyes. Why did girls need to have their whole body perfect? No one's perfect. So why do they try so hard to achieve perfection? Well, he knew why, due to a few courses in psychology that William VanHelm made him take to learn about the mind itself, in order to manipulate it. And he also had to take anatomy classes to learn the most vulnerable spots when attacking the attacker. He also learned and mastered karate, and just basic fighting skills.
He knew that she was surprised at his response towards her. But then again, he had to show her that he was the boss here. Without him, she would get hurt. She had to work with him in order to stay alive and to be hidden from the Death Eaters. He chuckled when she put her nose up in the air indignantly. She wanted to show that she didn't care about his answer, but if she didn't care, she wouldn't have stuck her nose up as if she didn't like something: particularly his comment.
He blinked at her when she asked about the Motel 8. Oh she would be in a world of surprise. "Actually it is like a hotel. But cheaper. One suite for us. Two rooms and a common room with a bathroom. All ammenities included. However, we would be only staying there for a night before moving again." Gabe answered back with a smirk towards her.
He raised an eyebrow to her as he held the Avery Hamilton bag. Yes, he has known of the designer and the bag itself. He met that designer. He was the bodyguard for Mr. Hamilton for a few years when he was in his mid-twenties. He was a good client. He chuckled. "I know all of that. It can withhold change of color and size for up to a month, and thats if you change the color and the size simultaneously everyday." If he wanted her to just change the color each day but not the size, it would be up to six months. If he wanted her to change the size each day but not the color, it would be up to three months. That means that it has a life, to change that for that long, and then it'll just be a normal designer bag after that point.
Gabe chuckled. "Also, I'm good friends with Mister Hamilton. He was one of my clients back in the day." Gabe said as he pushed the door open and they started off on a brisk walk over to the motel. It was beginning nightfall and he wanted to be near the motel and to eat at the diner next door to the diner, knowing fully well that they may not be able to eat the next day due to travelling. The wind blew gently as the sun started to set in the Western sky. He took out his lighter from his leather jacket inner pocket and a cigarette from his backpocket in his jeans. He flicked the lighter on, and stuck the cigarette onto his lips. He lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply, flicking the lighter off and slipped it back into his leather jacket pocket. He didnt need to talk. He knew that she would either not be in the talking mood, or would be asking him questions to get him to talk.
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Post by jennifer on May 9, 2010 22:57:55 GMT -5
I really don't want to do this, but I've got to get to bed! I'll post tomorrow though! -nod- Good night!
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Post by Alison on May 9, 2010 23:03:15 GMT -5
Okay! Goodnight! =3
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Post by jennifer on May 10, 2010 15:03:19 GMT -5
Anna heard the word hotel and her nose wrinkled. She didn't like the idea of sleeping mere feet away from strangers, and especially sharing a bathroom with him. She'd never shared a bathroom with anyone, she'd always had her own. She could tell already that this was not going to be a trip anything like the trip she'd originally planned with her friends. She and her friends had been planning on staying in a beach house right on the shore of the ocean, and each of them would have their own bathroom. The thought of sharing a bathroom with him made her nervous. She would just have to remember to lock the doors with her wand that way there was no chance of him accidentally walking in on her. She blushed at the thought, but shook it off immediately. She didn't want him to ask why she was blushing like an idiot for no reason.
When he began rattling off about her bag, and the length of time it could withstand being changed and altered, she actually stopped walking in shock. He did not look like someone who would know anything about the effects of charming an Avery Hamilton original. "How could you possibly know all that?" she asked, the surprise evident in her voice. When he mentioned that he was good friends with Mister Hamilton, she gasped, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she rushed after him to catch up with him. "You know Avery Hamilton?! I love his designs! I have his sling back heels in every color he's ever produced them in! And his rain coat in three shades- ivory, creme, and egg shell! You've protected Avery Hamilton?" she asked, completely amazed. Maybe he wasn't as much of a dead end as she thought. If he knew Avery Hamilton, there was a possibility that he would be able to introduce them. The thought made Anna giddy with excitement.
Anna looked up as she watched him light a cigarette and she scoffed. "You can give yourself cancer all you want, but I'd like to remain cancer free, thank you." she said, walking a few steps ahead of him so that his smoke didn't blow into her face as they walked. "Not only are you committing slow suicide, but also slow homicide." she added, looking over her shoulder.
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Post by Alison on May 10, 2010 16:52:26 GMT -5
Well Gabe was surely the type to share bathrooms. He was using her father's money after all to pay for the motel's suite. No, it wasn't a hotel where it was nice. He was bringing her to a shabby, but not dirty or messy motel. It only had the essentials. Plus, he needed to protect her so two rooms with each their own bathroom was out of the question. She would have to do what he says. He couldn't help it. It's the protector in him to want to protect someone. Plus, he already got shot with a gun a few times in his stomach and arms, one of htem in his shoulder when he was eighteen, and then decided to get a tattoo there to hide his gunshot scar. He had two noticeable marks on his left abdomen, as well as one on his right butt cheek. Yes, it was part of a mission that he had when he was much younger, and it hurt like hell when he had to take them out himself. Thankfully, none of them hit any major organs. Just muscle tissue.
He blinked over at her as she asked that. Well, he does know Avery Hamilton. Avery stood at about five foot six inches. Very short for a guy. He had sandy blonde hair, and big blue eyes, and talked in a flambouyant fashion. And Avery harbored a small crush on yours truly. Gabe didn't mind. He was flattered, but he was positively straight. However, Gabe had a friend who's a bodyguard as well, who was not straight and set them up. And now they've been together for the past three years. Gabe's happy for them. Really. Gabe chuckled when she talked about his slingbacks and his sunglasses. Actually one of his sunglasses came from his men's line for free. When it usually would go for 200 dollars for his sunglasses. "Yeah. I've protected him. Still contacted him a few times this week before I met you. He likes to keep me in his life." Gabe said with a small smirk on his face. If she did what he said, she could meet him. It would be a nice reward system to make sure that she follows his rules.
Gabe chuckled. "I'm not going to blow it on you. Plus, I dont smoke when we're inside the hotel as well." He wasn't totally addicted to smokes, but he did need them occasionally, to take away his stress. He rolled his eyes at her as they continnued to walk. "I know its suicide. But I may die young anyway." Gabe shrugged. His job was dangerous, after all, bad guys were always chasing after the ones that he's protecting and Gabe would be in the middle of the bad guys and his clients.
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Post by jennifer on May 10, 2010 17:56:23 GMT -5
"Yeah. I've protected him. Still contacted him a few times this week before I met you. He likes to keep me in his life."
Annasophia gasped. "Do you think...I mean maybe...after this whole thing is over with...you could introduce us? I love him! He is the king of the wizarding fashion world and I'm sure if he weren't a pure blood, he'd be the king of the muggle fashion world too. He's brilliant. He knows exac--" she stopped herself. "Well, you know." she said with a shrug, not wanting to bore him with all that she knew about Avery Hamilton. She hoped that he wouldn't want anything in return for introducing her to Avery. She wasn't a person who did favors for other people, she just expected them to do things for her. She was the minister's daughter for crying out loud. People were honored to be in her presence, waiting on her hand and foot, always hoping for her to turn around and tell her father what a nice person they were. Many people used Anna to get to her father, hoping to get ahead in their careers. But she didn't mind. She often used them too.
One thing Anna didn't like was how Gabe chuckled when she scolded him for smoking around her. She didn't like it when people didn't take her seriously. Her expression darkened as she listened to what he had to say and she was happy that he wasn't going to smoke in their room, but she still didn't like the fact that he practically laughed in her face. People never laughed at her. With her yes, but at her, no. She had a feeling that she and Gabe were going to butt heads a lot in the time they spent together, so she saved her breath. She knew that there was no reason to start now, because there was going to be a lot of opportunities for them to argue, she was sure of it. And she saved her breath because she didn't want to breath in his cancer.
When he mentioned dying young, that perked her interest slightly. "What makes you say that?" she asked curiously, brushing her fingers through her hair. Then she noticed that her legs were getting tired. "And how much longer until we get there?" she added with a groan.
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Post by Alison on May 10, 2010 18:35:49 GMT -5
Gabe heard her gasp and chuckled again. "If you listen to what I say and do what I say then sure." Gabe did want her to do what he says. He knew what could happen if she didn't do what he said. He chuckled when she interrupted herself. "That I do." He grinned. He knew all about that Avery. He had an inkling that she used people just like they would use her to get to her father. But then again, because of her father, he was here to protect her. But he didn't need to impress the father or to get on his good side. His job made him already like the bodyguard anyway. He looked over at Anna. She seemed detached from the world. From other people. From ordinary, mediocre salary people. But then again, Gabe isn't paid mediocrely. Oh no. He's paid a nice salary that could have his kids (if he ever had kids) to go to any private college in the world.
He knew that Anna didn't like that he chuckledat her. Well, Anna has to get used to it. He was the kind to laugh at someone, at their expense. He smirked as he looked over at her. He wasn't the type to disrespect people, but that's only when they earned the respect to get respect back. Gabe wouldn't be the type to laugh with and at someone just because their comment or action was amusing to him. Gabe was taught to be on his toes at all times. And the one thing to relax him for a bit was to smoke a cigarette now and then.
Gabe chuckled, "My job will probably make me die young. I already have 5 bullet wounds from my earlier missions." He said mysteriously. He then flashed a smile towards her. "But that's a story for another time." He added with a chuckle. He looked over at her as they continnued their brisk walk. He noticed the diner just up ahead. "We're pretty close. Like about a minute walk away." Gabe said quietly to Anna. He found an alleyway and pulled her arm into the alleyway with him.
"Now, you know how to change your hair color and style right? As well as the bag's color and size. Here, we're under the name Michaels. And we're a couple. We have to act like a happy couple. " Gabe said softly, seriously. "Once we get our keys, we can leave our things int the room and I'll treat you to dinner too." Gabe said with a smirk, as he also changed his appearance using his wand. His hair turned lighter brown, and his eyes turned to a green color. "See? Disguises work very well for us." Gabe added with a nod.
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Post by jennifer on May 10, 2010 19:01:30 GMT -5
Knowing that in order to meet Avery, she would have to do anything and everything that Gabe said. She didn't like being told what to do. By anyone. Least of all someone who didn't even look like he had the right to tell her what to do. But if she wanted to meet Avery Hamilton (and she really, really did) then she would just have to suck it up. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Upon hearing that he had five bullet wounds. She was surprised that he wasn't dead already, and she wanted to know how the hell he'd managed to survive all of those shots, but he told her that it was a story for another time. She bookmarked it mentally, remembering that. She wanted to hear it.
Annasophia was happy to hear that they were close, and she would have said so had she not been abruptly pulled into an alleyway. She gasped in surprise and then looked up at him as he spoke, listening to him. She didn't like the idea of changing her hair color because it wasn't good for it, but she could change the style without effecting it at all. She reminded herself that meeting Avery Hamilton rode on whether or not she listened to him, so she did as she was told. She made her hair wavey and a shade of dirty blond that she didn't particularly like, but she had no other ideas. She would just make sure to change it back to it's natural color as soon as possible.
She wasn't sure how she felt about acting like a couple with him. She didn't really have very much experience in the boy department, so she wasn't even sure what acting like a happy couple meant. She did know that the thought of dinner made her happy. She'd stopped eating that day as a way to go on strike and not be forced to go on this trip, but it obviously hadn't worked. But she was starving. "Okay." she nodded. "I think I can do this...I just...won't talk..." she said with a shrug. "You do the talking. I'll just look like a...ditzy trophy wife or something." she shrugged, pushing her wavey hair out of her face. She didn't like it at all, but it would have to do.
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Post by Alison on May 10, 2010 19:14:03 GMT -5
Oh joy. Gabe remembered those bullet wounds. Thankfully most of them are out of his body. There was one that he still had in his body, but it was lodged and if he took it out it would be fatal. He needed to buy a bullet vest sometime soon. But then again that wouldn't deflect hexes and dangerous spells either. Gabe ran his fingers through his dark brown hair as his dark chocolate eyes looked over at Anna. He smirked. Good. She was going to take the offer. This makes things easier, and maybe he could get her to stop acting like a brat.
Gabe blinked at her as she listened to him. He watched as her hair changed from the glossy chocolate brown hair, to dirty blonde. He himself also went to a lighter shade of brown. He would have made himself paler, but he didn't want to over-do it just yet. He transfigured his lovely, worn-in leather jacket to a black blazer, and his shoes into black nice shoes.
He blinked when she thought about this. He watched as she nodded. No way. He didn't think that she would go from it. Gabe was a nice guy. Sure, he hadn't been in a relationship since five years ago. Again, another story to tell later. Gabe sighed softly as she said that she would be a ditzy-trophy wife. He chuckled. "People will see through that act. Have you watched couples before? How they talk softly to each other in their ears, smiling at each other," Gabe added, before taking her hand in his after putting his wand back up his sleeve. "holding hands. We should have a backstory though." Gabe rambled. "We should be a couple coming here from Bath and we're here to see a friend for the next day." He nodded.
He held her tiny hand in his larger warmer one and walked over to the Motel 8. He pushed the door open with a smile towards Anna.
"So, Elaine dear." Gabe acted. "I'm so glad you're okay with staying here tonight. Then we'll see Sandra tomorrow at the hospital." He added, before noticing a bored older man at the counter. "You're here for a room right?" The man asked. Gabe nodded. "Last name?" The man asked. "Michaels." Gabe replied with a smile, before leaning over and kissing the top of Anna's head. "We'll only be here one night then out of your hair." The man smirked at Gabe's comment but said nothing and handed Gabe a card. "Here's your key." Gabe smiled and pocketed it before walking over to the elevator with Anna. "Thank you kind sir!" Gabe called over his shoulder.
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Post by jennifer on May 10, 2010 19:35:30 GMT -5
Whispering in each others' ears? Smiling at each other? She blushed at the thought, but tried to ignore it. She'd taken a few acting classes over the summer between her fourth and fifth year, she was sure she could channel some of that right now. She thought that it might be odd for an actual couple to get a suite with two bedrooms, but she didn't say anything because she didn't have time to. Soon, his big hand was wrapped around her smaller one and they were headed towards the Motel, which looked like a dinky, old place and she wasn't excited at all. She listened to their backstory, focusing on a friend in the hospital. That was believeable, right? Wait, was there even a hospital around here? Whatever. It didn't matter. She didn't have time to argue.
When he called her Elaine, she smiled, eying him as if he was the light of her life. She nodded happily when he mentioned 'Sandra'. "I can't wait to see her. When we talked, she said her surgery went well, but still, you know how I worry." she smiled nonchalantly. She approached the counter with him, leaning into him when the man asked if they were here for a room. She was surprised at herself for how good she was at this, and how easy it was to pretend with him. She braudened her smile for good measure when he kissed the top of her head. She giggled when she told the man that they'd only be here one night. "My friend is in the hospital, and I forced him to bring us here so we could visit her." she smiled, patting Gabe on the chest affectionately.
"Thank you!" she called over her shoulder as they headed towards the elevator. She pushed the button and then glanced over her should casually, noticing that the man behind the counter was still watching them. She wrapped her arm around Gabe's waist. "So, what floor are we on?" she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.
[Nice touch by the way, I love the couple thing, ha.]
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