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 Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2024 12:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2024 12:32 pm
Nora DashwoodHome | School | Work | Traveling | Lost | Hospital | Prison | Mortal Peril
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2024 4:27 pm
 As soon as Nora closed the door to her flat, she tossed away her keys and collapsed onto the couch. She kicked off her heels and they went flying across the room. She took a deep slow breath, trying to push down the heavy feeling in her chest that threatened to turn into tears. Work had been busy. She felt like she’d scurried across the whole Ministry at least twice, but that wasn’t the problem.
No, the problem was, now for the first time in years, Nora was a single woman. Sure there was nothing wrong with being single, but that didn’t make the breaking up part sting any less. Since graduating Hogwarts Nora felt like she’d constantly been on the move. She’d quickly gotten the job as Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic, which she loved, but it kept her busy. Then with Galen living in an entirely different country, timing became harder and harder. Sure there was the floo network, and brooms, and about a hundred different ways to get back to Scotland but it just wasn’t the same as living there. And the worst part of all of it was, that she realized that missing a visit became less of a deal, which made her feel even more awful.
Nora had come to realize that even though she loved Galen, that didn’t necessarily mean she was in love with him. He was one of her best friends and they had a lot in common but that didn’t always equal romance.
With a large sigh, she finally stood up and padded her way to her bedroom. She immediately threw off her blazer and every professional piece of clothing. She wasn’t about to mope in business casual. She put on a pair of sweats before heading back to the kitchen and putting on the kettle.
Once she finished she grabbed her teacup, the nearest book, and went to her little courtyard, if you could call it that, and pulled her legs to her chest. She’d survive, but that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2025 3:27 pm
There was silence for a moment while Nora stared at Rowan, seemingly dumbfounded. “Um, yes he’s into you.” Nora said finally.
Rowan crinkled her nose. “I mean, it was our birthday. Maybe he was just being nice.” It was winter break, so this was the first time she'd had to talk to Nora about the whole Eric thing.
“He brought you cake! The only way a man brings a woman cake that he’s not interested in is if it’s your dad. Also, the fact that you two have the same birthday…that’s just fate.” Nora’s eyes turned intense for a moment as she locked Rowan’s gaze. “Ask. Him. Out.”
Rowan let out a gasp that was really far too dramatic for the situation, but it was completely genuine. “I can’t do that!”
“Why not?” Nora asked insistently.
“I’ve never done it before! Plus, like…that’s supposed to be the man’s job.”
“Ro, that feels a touch sexist if I’m being honest.” Rowan just made a face back at Nora. “I mean, from the sounds of it, he might well do it himself,” Nora seemed to think for another moment. “Fine. Pick a day. If he hasn’t asked you by then, it’s your job.”
Rowan crinkled her nose for a moment, thinking. She had to admit, she was sort of…into Eric. He was cute and really nice. Maybe it was weird to say since she didn’t know him all that well but, she could almost imagine a future with him. It would be convenient to be married to another Professor so they didn’t have to worry about the whole living apart thing.
Whoa. They hadn’t even been on a date and she was already thinking about marriage. Maybe she was more into the idea than she thought. She gave a small sigh. “Alright. Deal. He has until Valentine's Day and then I’ll…probably ask him out.”
Nora let out an excited giggle. “Oh, you’re going to be the center of student gossip! That’s like my dream!”
Rowan narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
Nora shrugged. “I don’t know. I just always thought it would be fun.”
Rowan couldn’t help a laugh. She supposed that that was a very Nora thing. Part of the reason she’d make a good politician.
Location: Nora's apartment
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