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 A Bit Unexpected, Myra (Cat)
Jacian Turner
 Posted: Apr 3 2017, 08:31 PM
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(First day back from winter break)

It was always so damned bloody cold in these 'effin halls during the winter. Jacian combed his fingers through still slightly damp hair as he walked, his footsteps echoing just a bit. It was still early and so far his path had been empty besides one house elf he caught disappearing around a corner. The counselor had actually managed to get some sleep the night prior and despite not looking forward to his venture through the halls, his hunger won over, plus he grabbed a hooded sweatshirt before leaving his room, which made it bearable enough. He still didn't feel up to braving the great hall for any of his meals; he just couldn't really get over being up at those tables. He'd noted there was sometimes food set out in the teacher's lounge fairly early when he started almost half a year ago now, and it just made it easier to grab a quick bite. It was always a bit disappointing on the days there wasn't anything there as that not only meant he had to head further toward the hall, but in all honesty, the food was just better.

He'd actually been fairly successful with his cutting back on the drinking in the last week - mostly - these last days before the term started back he'd at least had more to occupy his mind. He'd gotten more files sent over for a couple new students he'd be seeing. So, he'd read through those and took some notes of his own. He'd also gone through some of his university notes and texts as he vaguely wondered if he'd actually ever stop worrying that all this was just a terrible mistake and that he wasn't doing these kids any good. But he knew better than to dwell on that; he just had to keep pushing forward, stopping to look back only got him into trouble and he was determined to pull himself together. He had a career, a place to live, and he was hopefully making some kind of difference somewhere. That had to be good enough; he'd come to terms with the fact that Hogwarts was just more home to him than anywhere else had been and he might as well think of it as such - for all that its halls were cold like a frozen hell sometimes.

Finally, he pushed the door open to the teacher's lounge and found it empty and food-less, which was rather disappointing - though, the fireplace was burning and blessedly warm. As he still had time before the halls filled with people, he decided to sit for a moment before he headed back out. None of his new students were starting today, and he wasn't sure if his earliest sessions would show up - after all who wanted to sit with a therapist the first day back from break? He couldn't really blame them.

The former gryffindor sat back in the chair and closed his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath, he wasn't actually tired for once, though he still had that lingering feeling that he was only barely holding himself together and eventually someone was going to see through him. But what other choice did he have?

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 Posted: Apr 11 2017, 01:08 PM
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Myra's mornings were often spent with her struggling to contain her ambition. It was so easy to get into a baking frenzy, flour coating her cheeks, dough sticking along the palms of her hands, her mind set on autopilot as she mixed and poured, and kneaded and rolled. She over did it a bit more than she meant to, getting carried away with the amount of things she made in the morning. As a general rule, Myra tried to limit what she had to sell, far more comfortable gauging the things she needed as people came in and out. For her part, she liked to think she kept on top of everything, though plenty of times had her apologizing for running out of something.

That was often a worry for later, when her doors actually opened. Morning for her didn't always have many people coming in, either because the rush to work didn't allow a lot of time to stop in, or because people skipped breakfast altogether. And for as early as she rose to bake, the woman liked to spend some time selecting a variety of treats that she felt she'd gone a little overboard with in quantities, not just to cut back, but to get a bit of exercise and make the trek to Hogwarts where she could leave some morning goodies for her friends that worked there. She supposed students could've taken things as they liked just as well---it hardly mattered to her who ate the things she made, she mostly just didn't want the extra to go to waste.

After such a rush from running about in the back of her shop, Myra also happened to enjoy the intense quiet that filled the castle so early in the morning. She hadn't really been a morning person as a student, often clinging to her covers as if shutting out the sun would somehow make it go back down. She had never noticed how peaceful it was before everyone was awake though, the corridors only faintly disturbed by the light clip-clap of her shoes against the ground. Myra didn't honestly think she could stand being confined in the school's walls again, regardless of how calming and nostalgic she got when she visited. Still, she enjoyed the routine, when she could manage the time to come by. Occasionally, she'd find a friend in the lounge where she left her treats, and while she never really had time to talk, a brief chat was often enough to brighten her day before it properly began. She did like to pry at what people would snag, but she tried to keep that to herself, not wanting to look so desperate to know if her friends liked what she made or not. Myra was sure she'd asked enough times that it was borderline obsessive of her to worry so much about it still, but sometimes, she snuck something new in, and she reasoned she at least had a right to be curious about how those were received.

It wasn't terribly often she found a face within the teacher's lounge, though. Maybe it was too early on some days, or she simply often found a pocket of time that had her there when everyone else wasn't. Despite how rarely she encountered someone, the former badger always made it a habit to rap at the door before she entered, just in case. "Good morning," she said behind the door as she arrived, knocking lightly before she turned the knob and made her way in. She balanced her box of goodies just over her palm, her free hand grasping at one side to keep it from slipping. As she walked in, she smiled softly, glancing sideways at someone sitting in a chair. It took a second of looking at him before she realized who it was, her smile settling into a smirk as she looked ahead of her and went straight for the table she normally set her things up. "Hello J," she sang lightly, his nickname fading into a small giggle as she set her box down. She popped the box open, refolding the crease of its back to tuck it under and reveal the pastries inside. Reaching into her apron's pocket, Myra pulled out a small stack of napkins and laid them out beside the box. Sometimes, she brought tiny plates for people to use, but only when she remembered. Every other time, she tried to have napkins at least.

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 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 06:08 PM
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It was the call of a vaguely familiar voice that had Jacian's head darting up and looking toward the door. Where did he know that voice? But then she walked into the room balancing a familiar box of baked goods into the room, greeting him after she eyed him for a moment. The fact that he hadn't put this all together before it was right in his face made him feel a bit daft, however, now that he realized, the former lion could only laugh. It was that free sort of laugh that had him leaning an elbow against the arm of his chair and covering his face with his hand. While his visit to the bakery owned by this woman down in Hogsmeade was plenty awkward - on his part, as he was far from at his best - it had been a generally positive one, at least to him. The former badger had a cheerfulness that had broken through the brooding his mind had been particularly attached to that day, which had been quite the feat since his mind was rather persistent. He'd left though before sampling any food from the bakery, only a cuppa, and finding something in the shop he liked had been a particular subject they'd discussed in the carefree rambling. With the obvious pride of her work - a sort he could easily identify as her life's passion, as he'd once had one of those as well - she'd insisted that she should be able to find something he liked. That was the sudden irony that had just reviled itself to him - he'd unknowingly been sampling baked goods from her shop more or less since he'd started at Hogwarts back in September.

Dropping his hand he stood from the chair, stepped to its side, so he could instead lean back against its arm, since staring toward the fireplace wasn't a great way to make conversation. Crossing an arm over his chest, the other hand ran a finger over the bit of ginger facial hair at his chin, that he'd just trimmed not too long ago that morning, as he watched Myra setting out the box of pastries and then napkins on the table where he often nabbed his bit of breakfast. The counselor couldn't help but chuckle again, though this one was more faint, and paired with the small smirk that played across his lips. "Ye know, ye'd think I'd 'ave recognized the name on tha' boxes ye leave here when I visited yer shop. Guess I wasnae payin' much mind te the signs. I hadn't been havin' a good day, though I guess ye'd noticed that."

He looked away at nothing in particular, with his likely unnecessary confession, running a hand through his still slightly damp hair. At least it was a rare full nights sleep he'd managed the night prior or it'd likely be more obvious that he wasn't doing terrible better now than he'd been that day - only slightly better that particular morning. "You'll be pleased te note, I've jist realized, I've been enjoyin' your breakfasts any time ye bring 'em fer months now." His smirk grew into a small smile, his hands now settled to either side of there he leaned against the armchair. He wondered if she'd find it as amusing as he did, or maybe she barely remembered their exchanges at the tail end of the holiday craziness, he honestly wouldn't blame her if she didn't remember the details. Either way, she'd recognized him and remembered his name, so maybe she would.

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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 02:15 PM
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In her distraction, the woman merely registered Jacian's sudden laughter, its initial sound making her flinch from surprise---eyes widening a sliver, shoulders bouncing up faintly, though she remained staring down at the spread, the flutter of shock settling in her chest after a second. She'd just been in the middle of counting her scones---left off at two, no, three pumpkin scones with a hazy gleam from the cinnamon butter she'd brushed over the top---and had needed to go back to one, eyes uncertain now if they had already counted the last scone or if it had been the one just behind it. There wasn't a lot of sense in what she was doing, she realized, wondering idly why she only recognized her odd habits when there were others around to notice them. But, most of her time had her doing similar---counting things to take inventory---so it was almost second nature to her; a thing she did without needing to consciously tell herself to do it.

The sound of his voice had the witch looking back a little, a small smile forming as she casually looked between him and back at the things she still found herself annoyingly wanting to count. In a small fit of frustration, Myra removed her side gaze from Jacian, bringing a hand to scratch at the side of her head, just behind her ear, her lips slid back into a thin line as she tried to juggle showing the man attention and stuffing her anal habit down so she could focus better on the things he said. As if to help, she turned halfway to look at him better, folding her arms across her chest and pressing them firmly together, hoping the stiffness would keep her from falling back into trying to take inventory on treats she'd never see again. "Ah, so that's why you were laughing," she replied, a soft smile forming as she laughed lightly and shook her head, mentally shrugging off his comment about his state back then. She'd guessed as much when she met him, though it was a little nice to see him admit to it. It settled in her head that she hadn't just been reading him wrong. "I thought it was just me. I am a bit of a joke - wouldn't be surprised if just the sight of me was a good enough punchline." There was only a glimmer of sincerity to her words, as she was used to being the brunt of comedic mishaps. Just weeks prior, the woman could remember her own fingers getting entangled in her curly hair, right in front of Soledad. Granted, she'd been defiantly working against a tipsy haze, so her motions and general wit had been hindered. Still, the witch couldn't quite swallow the embarrassment of it, even with the good excuse. It had been funny enough, though.

Myra relaxed her arms, sliding her hands into her apron's pockets. Chatting helped to draw her mind away from the pastries behind her, though there was still a lingering itch that she did her best to subdue. But she had a better look of him then than when he'd been sitting with his eyes closed on the chair, noting with a flicker of amusement at his hair that still seemed to be a little wet. If only she could've had it so easy with her own hair. She wouldn't have had to use so much product, or brush it so frequently to keep it looking as decent as it did. Though, a bit of laziness could be seen in her efforts, she supposed, from how often she merely wore it up, allowing the dark jungle of curls to cascade down the side of her head.

She blinked the failing battle of her hair away, taking a small step forward as she thought of something to say. The words kept tucked under her tongue as the wizard spoke before, her eyes cast down to cover her stumble, glad, at least, that he seemed a little more interested in talking this time. Looking back up casually, Myra nodded. "Oh, ye--" she stopped, lips parting as she stared dumbfounded at the man. "What?" She asked in an earnest whisper, a sudden stiffness in her body as she scrambled mentally to comprehend what he'd said. The witch had heard everything, of course, but she almost couldn't believe, a soft glow in her cheeks showing as much as the woman became seized by panic.

Immediately, the former badger shook her apron, hands rummaging in the pockets to find her notepad as she tried to remain calm. Her efforts were fruitless as fished her notepad out, her head shaking, eyes closed as she tried---tried---to tell herself to not make it weird. "I'm--ju--," the witch covered her face with her free hand, making a distressed noise in it as her other hand grasped tightly at the notepad. Deep breaths, she told herself, following the command and taking a few as she turned away from the man. Frozen again, Myra opened her eyes at the last exhale, turning on her heel to face him again. With both hands, she pointed at him, her expression struggling to contain the excitement vibrating through her core. "Ok, I'm sorry. I'm just---That's such wonderful news," she said, halfway redirecting her sentence as she didn't think Jacian would understand any excuse she'd give for herself to explain what had happened to shake her up so much.

"Jacian, I, um, I wonder if you can remember everything you've had, then? I like to... know. You know? It just helps, really, with the whole... everything," she tried to explain, frowning a little and looking down at the ground between his feet as she questioned for a moment whether she was making any sense. Not that her mind would let her go back and correct, too frantic to really focus on anything but wanting to hear a detailed recount of what the wizard thought of her baking. Without thinking to ask if he'd even be fine with telling her, Myra moved her gaze to her notepad, flipping it open and staring hard into the blank lines as she walked closer to the man. "So if you could just start at the beginning. First time you picked something up here. And then all the times after, please," she asked, lowering her notepad and softening her gaze on it. Blinking, Myra looked up, blushing as she met his gaze as she suddenly realized how ridiculous that sounded.

It had been months. How could he remember everything he sampled. Shaking her head quickly, the former badger giggled. "No sorry, that's too much. If you could just tell me the things you remembered you liked," she corrected, sighing and relaxing her shoulders, lowering the notepad further to try and make everything casual again. "And, if you could tell me why you picked what you remember eating. Was it the color? Sorry," she shook her head again, smiling and reminding herself to slow down.

"Or was it the texture? Crumbly looking, smooth - maybe a certain shape? No, sorry," she shook her head again, not quite meaning that she didn't want him to answer those questions. She did want them answered, in so many words. But she didn't want to be so overwhelming, which, she felt she was being. Quickly, Myra lifted the notepad up again, her cheeks glowing brighter as she tried to keep her mouth shut and let him answer. "But also maybe it was the smell? Sorry... Sweet? Savory?... Sorry. But. Maybe it went with your tea?... Sorry."

It wouldn't stop. The questions she had kept rolling out after every apology, her arms continuing to move the notepad and pencil closer to her face until it was over her mouth, a meager attempt to use it to block her voice and stop. From behind the notepad, however, Myra struggled still to keep her lips pressed firmly together. "Maybe it was something you recognized and like? Do you like scones? Biscuits? Doughnuts? Muffins?" She asked, blush reaching her ears, her slew of questions muffled behind the notepad she shoved firmly against her lips.

A breath caught in her throat, eyes closing as she paused mentally, sighing a second later as she opened her eyes again.

Wonderful. It was weird.

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