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Post by lena on Jul 9, 2011 18:19:26 GMT -6
”Yeh, sorry, Emmett…”
It was at these words that Lenna realized that, yes, Jensen was still here. His voice carried up to her from the...floor??? Lenna had cleaned everything, her eyebrows raising, cheeks still on fire as she looked down at Jensen. Her brain slowly processed what had happened in her peripheral while she had been so focused on Emmett's presence. Lenna had jumped up and her elbow had strongly bumped something hard. Yes, she could feel where a mild bruise would form on her elbow and...OH NO!
She had knocked Jensen off the bench! And he had fallen and there had been an unpleasant sound that came from him as well. Lenna looked at the way he was getting up, using the piano bench in a way that wouldn't stress his legs. OH MY! Lenna had injured one of her own patients! Now he had a healing bum and what Lenna guessed to be a minor sprain of his ankle. Her eyes widened. Oh no no no. This had to be the worst thing she had ever done. Her left hand flew over her mouth as she looked from Jensen to Emmett, quite panicked. A sympathetic look from her brother would assure that everything was fine, but Lenna still felt horrible.
"Jensen! I'm sorry," she said, flicking her wand so all of her things collected in her lunch pale, the floor clean. Simultaneously she dipped and slung her left arm under Jensen's right armpit so she could help lift him up. "I think you should come straight back to my place and put off that haircut," she said softly into his ear. |
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Post by jensen on Jul 10, 2011 0:02:13 GMT -6
Jensen didn’t know why he was struggling… oh yeah, he was knocked onto the floor. He got himself up, using the piano bench as support. He felt rather ridiculous, and pulled his legs in so he’d be able to stand. His right ankle was a little sore, but of course that wouldn’t be a problem. He’d be able to walk and do other such things, just… uncomfortably. It didn’t matter. ”Jensen! I’m sorry.” [/color] Jensen waved his hand as if to say it was nothing, and was quickly swept under the arm by Lenna in an attempt to help him up. He could have done it himself, but any help was greatly appreciated. Especially any help from Lenna. ”No worries, deares’.” Dearest? It surely wasn’t…time for that, was it? Not yet, anyway? Well, what’s done is done. Jensen used the piano bench for support still, but was using Lenna as a support as well. ”I think you should come straight back to my place and put off that haircut.”[/color] Jensen raised an eyebrow and turned to face the woman who had just whispered into his ear. Put off the haircut? But she’d been badgering him about that… well, she badgered him every time he went to see her. But this entire time had been about getting his haircut, and the two of them were going to go together. Jensen sighed as they stood, and he took his left hand and ran it through his hair, nodding lightly as if to not let Emmett see… hopefully Lenna caught the drift, however…[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by lena on Jul 10, 2011 0:24:38 GMT -6
”No worries, deares’.”
Lenna faltered. Dearest? Her heart practically stopped in her chest. Had a man ever used such a term of endearment with her? No. Paul was the only real man she ever dated, her only true relationship. He was the type to call her "babe" or something to that extent. Not to say that girls didn't like that term. It's an acceptable term, but just not one to use all the time. For instance, darling is a nice alternative. But all Lenna ever got was "babe" or "sweet cheeks"..something like that. Never dear and certainly not dearest!! She swallowed, recovering with a light blush on her cheeks.
”I think you should come straight back to my place and put off that haircut.”
Jensen nodded slightly to her, though he seemed surprised. A sprained ankle seemed much more important to her than a haircut. She also happened to have a spare pair of crutches at her house, though she was sure she could whip up an elixir to avoid the muggle contraption if that was Jensen's wish. Lenna kept her own medical supply at her house, liking to experiment with new things on her own and out of the hospital.
"Come home late tonight, Em. They'll be leftovers for you," Lenna said, politely. It wasn't a request and Lenna knew Emmett wouldn't mind. She paid for most of the rent as Emmett's shop had only been open for a few months. It was, in fact, a drain on both of their bank accounts. "Sorry.." she breathed against before making sure the lunch pale was in her hand and apparrating with a pop to right in front of the couch in the small living room of her Hogsmeade residence. |
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