SHE SAID THIS DOESN'T HURT
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Maddie sat at a table for two at a smallish cafà in an even smaller alley. Her chaperone was sitting on a bench at the end of the alley, knitting or crocheting or something of the sort. Maddie didn't exactly have a permanent or real chaperon, as she had grown up as a member of the lower class and had never needed one until April when her mother married an upper class gentleman. It wasn't that Maddie had anything against Mr. Hamilton, as she really quite liked him. He was a kind man who had welcomed an entire lower class family into his home, despite the scandal it had caused. Most of the Root family had adjusted well to the sudden and immediate change in socioeconomic standing, but Maddie still felt uncomfortable with it. What made it even more uncomfortable was the fact that she knew that she had been born a member of the upper class. Not more than a fortnight earlier at her cousin ûor rather sister's- wedding did Maddie find out that she was born a Hamilton, that she had been born to Edgar's older brother, George.
She felt uncomfortable knowing that she was living in the home of the man who should be her uncle but was referring to him as her step-father. She didn't think anything less of her mother, as she knew that she had been adopted and she thought nothing less of Mr. Hamilton ûher step father- as she knew that he hadn't a clue who she was. It was also because she saw the love in his eyes when he looked at her mother. Maddie believed that the best thing she had ever done for anyone else was accidentally run into him on High Street while with her mother. She could rest easy knowing that there was a wonderful man out there, almost as wonderful as her father, who would ensure that her mother and all of her siblings were taken care of. All Maddie did with her life was to please the people around them and ensure their lives were as easy as they could be.
This date she was on, for example, was not for her. She had no interest in being courted by anyone and especially not someone that anyone else had picked out for her. Maddie knew that Edgar had her best interests at heart, and as an upper class woman who was nineteen, she was expected to marry within the next six years. She wasn't getting any younger, she knew that, but as an upper class woman, it was frowned upon that she work at all, though she had managed to maintain her job as a nanny because she was from the lower class, and she doubted she would be able to continue working if she married. If she worked, she could continue to ensure that no one else in her family had to, that they could all do anything they wanted, have anything they wanted. She never ever wanted her loved ones to want anything.
As much as Madeline liked to please others, there was only so much she could take. Mister Draconis was not someone she would ever readily associate with, and he spent much of their time together putting her down and insulting her. Madeline sat through it all, making soft sounds that assured him she was listening to him, but making no actual attempts to further the conversation. He didn't need any help from her, as he was plenty fine continuing the conversation on all by himself. When Maddie made a comment he didn't seem too fond of, Mister Draconis violently threw his tea cup against the opposing wall, stood up and started shouting the most vile of obscenities. Maddie's eyes widened in horror as she tried to apologize, but was given no time to. A people pleaser, even Maddie knew when she had to stand up for herself. She placed her own tea cup on it's saucer and stood, informing Mister Draconis that she needed to be home and it would be nice if he would join her on a pleasant walk home. He grabbed her upper arm and Maddie squealed out in pain, tears pricking her eyes. He began to drag her away.
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and gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart
Gabe Hatchitt was completely exhausted. In the day before of auror training they had spent the time learning how to break imperius curses, and all that resistance was pretty rough. Luckily they didn't have anything today due to a real bust that was going down... Gabe wished he could be on it, but a part of him was relieved to have the time to take a mental breather.
Instead of cooking himself dinner, something he was terrible at after spending his whole life eating Momma's cooking or Hogwarts cooking, he decided to go to a tiny cafe on High Street. He walked there in the new frock coat and top hat he had told Regan about, both black and both putting a badass attitude into his step.
He ordered a sandwich and coffee at the cafe, but was less than pleased with what he saw there. In the table over, an upper class man Gabe didn't recognize was being absolutely horrid to his date. Her chaperon wasn't helping, but Gabe was slightly pleased to see that while far from rebelling against this abuse, she was just grunting at her date, supplying occasional comments. Gabe secretly dubbed the man 'Jackass'.
Things got bad, though, when the girl he was privately rooting for said something 'Jackass' didn't like. He threw his tea cup at the wall, and Gabe, who had only been nibbling at his sandwich for spying but had drank about three cups of coffee, stood up. He was about to intervene when the blond girl said she had to leave. His heart lifted, but his temper finally ignited when 'Jackass' started dragging the girl by her wrist. A dragon roared inside him and he only had time to think That could be Connie before he was walking towards them, a fake smile on his face.
Gabe didn't even bother pulling out his wand to deal with this problem, that was how angry he was. The chaperon was eyeing him warily as he taped 'Jackass' on the shoulder, but said nothing. When the angry looking man turned around, looking ready to yell at him, too, Gabe slugged him in the face.
The man only took a second before hitting Gabe back, cuffing him on the ear. Despite the fact that his head was ringing, Gabe kept on fighting. They had gone over what to do when wandless in auror training last year. He hit again after barely lurching back, catching 'Jackass' in the jaw with a blow that he was sure had broken it.
'Jackass' seemed to decide that now was a good time to push Gabe to the ground. Relying only on his instincts, Gabe rolled around the cafe with the man, knocking over tables. His ear was cuffed again- this guy seemed to favor that move, for sure - and his eye was blackened, but by far was 'Jackass' more damaged, with his broken jaw and his nose bleeding and possibly broken.
Finally Gabe slipped out from under the man by kicking out his leg, and rolled on top of his back. Straddling him, he put 'Jackass' in a headlock and gripped his shoulder tightly as he thrashed around, legs hooked under him. Gabe was breathing heavily, but confident in his abilities to knock out the man and explain things to the aurors when they arrived: surely they would believe the nice, responsible, auror-in-training Gabe Hatchitt over some unconscious upper class prick.
The thrashing had mostly stopped when the chaperon, whom Gabe had mostly forgotten about, hit him in the back with a chair and sent him flying off of the man's back with a curse. Gabe stumbled, but remained on his feat, coughing blood and a tooth into his hand. He needed a breather, but couldn't take one as 'Jackass' pulled out his wand and started saying 'AVADA KE-' Gabe jumped from his place and without thinking, picked up the blond and spun, thinking of only where to apparate. He only had time to see a blast of green light pulverize a chair before they were sucked into the limbo that was apparition.
The next thing Gabe knew they were in the empty home his Grandparents owned in Ireland. The candles had turned on as soon as they arrived, and now even more exhausted, Gabe fell over onto the green patterned couch.
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Small as she was, as she had always been, Maddie tried to fight. Nothing good was going to come of this interaction and while she usually aimed to please other people, she could no longer be of any help to her family, the ones she cared about the most in the world, if she were incapacitated through one medium or another. Struggle as she might, Madeline was absolutely no match for Mister Draconis. While he hardly towered over her five feet eight inches in height, he was easily twice her weight, two thirds of it being muscle. Maddie was thin and rather frail, with her muscle doing little more than keeping her bones in place and her various body parts working. Though Maddie could hardly turn, she heard some shuffling behind her and almost at once, Mister Draconis's grasp on Maddie's arms loosened enough so she could back away. She did so just in time, as a young man at once hit Mister Draconis in the face with a balled up fist. Maddie yelped in shock and jumped backwards as to avoid the impending scuffle.
Maddie watched in horror, her back pressed firmly against the brick wall opposite the little cafÃ. First, her young knight in shining armor (minus the shining armor, and Maddie believed it was safe to assume he was no knight, either) punched Mister Draconis in the face, but Mister Draconis quickly recovered and sent his own fist right towards the young man's face, catching his ear. Maddie winced, wondering how at all either one of them could be still standing. The handsome young man took a second to recover from being hit in the ear before going after Mister Draconis again. Maddie shouted, "Goodness!" as the young gentleman attacked Mister Draconis's jaw, and the two went toppling to the ground. She inched further away from the brawl, hoping to find her chaperon and request they go find someone to intervene and help. Maddie stopped when she saw the young man straddle Mister Draconis's back and wrap his arm around Mister Draconis's neck. Goodness me! Maddie thought, a bit faint from the whole ordeal, I do hope that young man doesn't fix to kill Mister Draconis! Maddie fanned herself for a moment and went to move in and help the young man off of Mister Draconis, when her chaperon dodged in front of her, wielding a chair, and hit the young man with it.
With another leap back, Maddie squealed in horror at the scene that was playing out before her eyes. She had no idea what to even do in a situation such as this one, and all she could do was stand there, horrified, and watch. The dark cobblestones of the ground became darker with the blood from both the young gentleman and Mister Draconis, and Maddie felt her heart pumping in her ears as she looked at the amount of blood loss. She was terrified for both of their lives, admittedly more for the young man who had started the fight than Mister Draconis's, and felt her level of adrenaline spike as Mister Draconis pulled out his wand. Maddie noticed that the young man hadn't seen the move by Mister Draconis and rushed towards him.
In what seemed to be slow motion that moved faster than time itself, Mister Draconis began to speak the name of an unforgivable curse. Maddie felt her heart skip a beat as she turned from the young gentleman towards Mister Draconis, horror plastered across her face. Before he was through with the second word, Maddie had been swept off her feet and felt that funny, yanking sensation behind her belly button that often signaled that she was about to travel via magic. She wrapped her arms around the neck of whom she wasn't sure, closed her eyes and buried her face into his chest, afraid of what might come of her looking.
Before she knew what was happening, the tingling was gone and she went flying from the arms of who she discovered was the young gentleman. Maddie, a tad bruised from being accidentally thrown halfway across a room, pulled herself up and crawled towards the nearest piece of furniture, a chair, and rested against it. She eyed up the young man who was slumped over on the couch, but she could make out that he was breathing still and felt her heart lighten a bit. "Excuse me, good and kind sir, but would you please explain to me what just happened, where we are and who you are?" It was a bit much, in all honesty, to be asking the man who had just saved her life, but Maddie was so lost and so confused, she couldn't even be bothered to think of that right then and there. They sat for a moment in silence before Madeline decided to add, "And thank you for what you did. I appreciate you saving my life. I am forever indebted to you."
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To be honest Gabe had partially forgotten about the blond girl. He knew she was there but didn't really realize he was supposed to do something with her when all he wanted to do was bleed on his couch. He jumped a bit when she spoke to him, and sat up, giving her his occasionally sarcastic half-smile.
"Well, sweetheart, only you can tell me what happened before I jumped in there. What happened with me was I lost my temper and instead of just stunning Jacka- Your date, I got into a brawl. Then, well, you know what happened, and I scooped you up and apparated us here," he said. His voice was tired and a tiny bit of an irish accent was slipping out.
"Here being my grandparent's home in Ireland. I can apparate you home when I stop... bleeding," he said. "And nice to meet you, sorry it had to be under these circumstances. I'm Gabe Hatchitt, auror-in-training. You're welcome for my bravado, but don't call me sir." He grinned. "Do you mind if I take off my coat? I want to see the damage." He was being honest, not trying to get her pity, although later he would think it had been both.
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Still half slumped on the floor against a chair, Maddie looked at the young man. Aside from the black eye that she could see swelling, bumps, bruises and blood, he could be quite handsome. Madde had never looked at young men that way before, not because she didn't find them attractive, but because she had never actually cared to actually absorb what the young men in her life actually looked like enough to decide if she felt anything or not. Sure, she had instantly noticed that Mister Draconis had been more or less handsome, but that was something that anyone could have said about him. It was almost a common fact as opposed to Maddie's own, personal sentiments on the subject. The half smile he sent her way sent her mind into a bit of a tizzy and, despite the fact he looked to be missing a tooth somewhere, it only made him more handsome. She couldn't imagine a man any more handsome, not even Mister Draconis.
When he spoke, he got sort of an attitude with her, though she believed that it was unintentional and just residual anger from the fight he was just a part of. His words were fast, much faster than the speech she had become accustomed to since her mother married into the upper class. Many people of the upper class were too uptight and snotty to speak with any sort of invigoration and elation, as Maddie often noticed. Looking around the room, a living room Maddie deduced, she also noted that there was no way the young man, Mr. Hatchitt if she had heard correctly, was of the upper class. Though he had a lovely frock coat and a top hat that any upper class gentleman could be envious of, he certainly was not of the upper class.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance," Maddie said in a small voice. "My name is Madeline Root." Though her mother remarried, Maddie was loathe to use her step-father's name. None of her siblings had taken on his last name of æHamilton,' all paying their dues to their deceased father. Luckily, Edgar was a wonderful man who understood where they were coming from and had not forced them to change their name to take on his. As it were, they were not his children and he expected from them only what they would give anyone other upper class elder. She treated him well, and instructed all of her siblings do the same. They gave him the request he asked of them plus some, because he had so graciously opened his home to all of them and, despite knowing they were not his own children, he treated them as though they were.
Though she was bruised and sore from being violently grabbed and then accidentally thrown halfway across the room, the least she could do was look at Mr. Hatchitt's bruises and see if he was alright. She was used to taking care of young boys who often got into scuffles, and had become quite the expert at healing the basic bumps and bruises. Mustering up all the strength she could, Maddie got up and walked over to Mr. Hatchitt, who had taken off his frock coat and was looking at the damage. She could only do basic mending, and it never came out looking proper, so Maddie would have to let that be. At least she could mend his bruising.
Maddie walked, or rather sort of half hobbled, over to the couch and pulled out a hankie. She leaned over Mr. Hatchitt and using her right hand, gripped his chin lightly and tipped his face up towards her, away from his jacked. She wiped some blood away from his hairline, and then some from his nose and the corner of his lip. "I'll be right back," Maddie said her in soft voice, before turning and walking out of the room in search of a bathroom. When she found one, Maddie ran the edge of her hankie under luke-warm water from the sink and hurried back to the room. With the damp handkerchief, Maddie dabbed at a spot by his right ear. "You've gotten yourself into a right mess, if it's not too bold of me to say so."
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and gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart
Madeline Root. He didn't recognize the name, although he supposed that she had to have been in Hogwarts around the same time as him. Probably not a Gryffindor, then. Most of the people Gabe knew were Gryffindors, and all of his friends apart from Adella Beauregard were, although he supposed Adella may as well have been a lion because she was Bentley's sister. Maybe she knew Madeline? He'd have to find out, although snooping through Regan and Aoife would probably be a good course of action, too. Gabe was a bit introverted.
As he stretched his arms and realized the pain in his ribcage Gabe decided to screw the consequences, because he was taking his coat off. He gingerly removed it, stifled a wince at the tears on the back, and folded it over the arm of the couch, which he now realized he was bleeding all over. Oh, his mother was going to murder him.
He was pondering the scratches on his knuckles from all the punching earlier when Madeline hobbled over. It dawned on him that she might not be as okay, either. For one thing he had pretty much thrown her across the room, and for another he didn't suppose his method of plucking her up had been quite gentle. Oops. He felt a bit of worry, and it swirled in his stomach as she dabbed at his face. She was actually rather pretty, too. He wasn't used to being so close to a girl that he didn't technically consider one of the guys, and he very rarely actually thought of a girl he talked to as attractive because of it. Gabe, you very nearly got her killed and you're fantasizing about her, you prick, a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his mother commented. He concentrated on clearing such thoughts from his mind as Miss Root did whatever in the next room over.
When she came back her hankerchief was moistened. Gabe studied her as she dabbed at a wound by his ear. Having gotten several quidditch injuries over the years had taught him not to move when he was being cleaned up, but he did crack a smile at her comment. "Yes, I suppose I did. It's not too bold, it's true," he said. Upperclass girls that weren't Aoife were funny with their proprieties. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry for all the trouble I'm sure I caused," he may have saved her life, or her wrist, or whatever, but that didn't excuse dumping her in a strange place without a comment.
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"No worries, Mr. Hatchitt," Maddie said softly, continuing to dab at the bloody spots on his face. He was rather handsome, if she wanted to notice it. His eyes were warm and full ofà something that Maddie couldn't quite put her finger on. Love? Energy? There was something there Maddie couldn't pinpoint exactly but she liked it. She found herself smiling despite herself. Maddie shifted her weight from one foot to another, but quickly shifted back as the weight of her body was too much for her sore leg. Whatever it was that happened to her leg, it wasn't pleasant. She was somewhat skilled in mending bones and the likes since she had been the nanny for a gaggle of boys who constantly seemed to get themselves into precarious situations, but she could deal with her own injuries later.
Maddie waved her hand, and subsequently her handkerchief, offering Mr. Hatchitt to just skip over the niceties of asking her if she's alright after she shifted her weight quickly from her right leg to her left, despite the pain her left knee was in. "I'm not hurt too badly, and it's more important we patch you up first." Maddie paused. She had no idea how old Mr. Hatchitt was or what he did, though it seemed like he was trained to get out of situations such as the one they had awkwardly been placed into. She assumed he was an auror of sorts, but would leave assumptions in the back of her head. "What is it that you do, if it's not out of place for me to ask," Maddie continued to hold Mr. Hatchitt's chin firmly in her hand as she dabbed gently at the corner of his left eye where come blood was clotting. Although she was staring quite intently at the blood she was trying to get off of his face, Maddie continued to steal glances at him from the corner of her eyes.
He was very handsome, and Maddie felt butterflies in the pit of her belly. She didn't know they were butterflies, but there was something strange in the bottom of her stomach and she all of a sudden felt small and insignificant. Why did she feel small and insignificant? Perhaps it was because this young man was most certainly at least middle class and she was, no matter whom her mother married and where she lived, a lower class, uneducated young woman. She didn't even feel as though she was worthy of being called a young woman and felt like a girl despite the fact she had worked since she was sixteen years old in order to help make ends meet for her family. Maddie dipped her head down, allowing a curtain of blonde waves to come between her and Mr. Hatchitt, hoping that he couldn't see the blush that stained her cheeks. They burned, as did the tips of her ears, and Maddie wished that she had never noticed how handsome Mr. Hatchitt actually was.
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"It's fine," Gabe said. The whole job thing was a welcome distraction from checking her out, actually, something he was feeling a bit guilty about. Maddie was upper class (or so it seemed) and therefor far out of his league, and he had no idea if they even had anything in common. Besides, he had caused her more than enough trouble already. "I'm an auror-in-training. Sometimes I do articles for quidditch mags too, but not that often." He tended to be forced into discussing quidditch at length with the extended family for months after he did them, and Gabe really only liked to discuss quidditch outside of writing when he was with his boys. Or drunk.
Of course, gatherings with the extended family often led to getting drunk, so maybe he was just too busy with auror training to care too much about doing that. Whatever. He very nearly made a comment along the lines of 'you'd think that auror training would teach you how not to get your ass handed to you' but he figured that it would be slightly in poor taste. Gabe was trying his best not to offend her, something that was a bit difficult as he spent most of his time around loud-mouthed Gryffindors who had completely skewed his ideas about what he could or couldn't say around new people. At least he knew that telling the story of that time he and Regan had gotten completely smashed after Quidditch practice would be in poor taste. He was still surprised that the Daily Prophet had never gotten wind of that. If Yente Ventus knew of the story she had missed, she probably would have set herself on fire.
"What do you do? If you don't mind me asking and if you work not that there's anything wrong with not working... or, er working or.... I'm just going to shut up now," Gabe prattled, studying her face again. Classy, Gabe, he muttered in his head. Yes, let's say some potentially-offensive bullshit and memorize her face at the SAME TIME! That's really brilliant, he thought. Gabe was mentally a sarcastic bastard to himself, or at least he was when he wanted to be. I'd say you should ask her if she's single or not but if she wasn't before she is thanks to your interference earlier. He was still interested in why exactly she had been set up with Sir Jackass, as he was obviously not a good match for anyone as sweet as Ms. Root. Not to mention the chaperone who had hit him with a chair... What was up with that? Gabe's desire to not piss her off - he was already lucky enough that she hadn't yelled at him - was very nearly outweighed by his natural curiosity and he tapped his foot on the floor to keep himself from running his mouth even more. Talking was not his forte today, so he might as well just keep himself silent.
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Madeline smiled at Gabe as he explained his job to her. He was an auror in training, which would inexplicably explain how he was able to not only maintain his cool but be able to get them both out of the situation they had been in. As it were, there hadn't been a single need for Mr. Hatchitt to get involved, but he did anyway. She idly wondered if it was because he felt the need to save young women who looked as though they were being abused by their dates, or because it had been something specific about her situation. It was all together quite thrilling to think that it might have been something special about her, but Maddie realized that she wasn't someone special- she was just a lower class young woman who's mother just happened to marry into the upper class because some nice man had fallen in love with her and didn't mind that she had seven children from her first marriage.
He asked what she did and Maddie felt a blush sting her cheeks as he stumbled over his words. Did she really make him all that nervous? It couldn't be her. Perhaps he was just having an off day. After all, he had just nearly been killed. That ought to shake someone's nerves up a bit, if nothing else. Maddie was quite certain she would have fallen apart at the seams if that spell had been pointed at her. It hadn't been, but she had nearly seen someone killed with it which is almost as bad, if not as bad, from Maddie's perspective.
There was a pause before Maddie answered. Should she tell him she worked? Maddie had no idea what class he was, and though she was rather proud of the work she was doing and she loved those little boys as though they were her own, Maddie didn't want him to look down on her. Then again, what did it matter? It was more or less common knowledge that she had been a lower class girl once, so working is all that she knows. She had been in school but had dropped out in order to help her mother take care of their family after her father had died. Maddie decided that the fact she was proud of her work completely overshadowed any doubt she might have about telling another [possible] member of the upper class that she worked.
"I work as a nanny for a family," Maddie said softly, stroking Mr. Hatchitt's hair, brushing it back from his forehead. While the motion was much more sensual than she made it seem, Maddie was only trying to look at his scalp, as she had learned to do while taking care of three boys, to look for any more blood. He was pretty much all cleaned up as it was, but she didn't want to let go of him. She was afraid that if she did, she might just wake up and his presence would have been nothing but a dream. She stroked his cheek pretending she was looking for any soft spots that could turn into bruises that she would want to ice immediately so they didn't swell, but eventually came to the conclusion that he was pretty much alright. With great reluctance, Maddie pulled her hands away from Mr. Hatchitt and took a step backwards. "So yes. I am a nanny for three boys." She paused with a heavy sigh. "Well, one now. The other two have grown and have no use for a nanny now. They have a governess. I still have the little one under my care, but I miss the other two so!" She sighed and sat down on the couch next to Mr. Hatchitt, her hands in her hands.
The two continued to speak for awhile, as Maddie watched Mr. Hatchitt to ensure that he was feeling alright. She borrowed parchment and a quill and some ink from Mr. Hatchitt and sent an owl to her mother, detailing out the events of the evening. As she was certain she couldn't make it home on her own ûas Maddie had never learned how to properly apparate- and Maddie didn't want to put any more stress on Mr. Hatchitt that night, she planned on staying the night. She was certain the next morning Mr. Hatchitt would be in a better state and more stable. He had fallen asleep on the couch while she wrote to her mother and Maddie stayed up until she received a response from her mother, just watching as Mr. Hatchitt slept. He was rightfully her guardian angel, and she wondered what she had done to be blessed with someone so wonderful looking out for her.
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