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Ryan Corrinthos had just gotten back. Well, actually, a month ago he'd got back from Egypt, and come home for a little while. He thought it was time that he started getting his head straight, and so he'd picked himself out a job in the school, and had just got the letter back that he was to start next monday as the new amazing library assistant. He was going to go for the groundskeeper, because he loved his time outdoors, but he figured that he'd enjoy library assistant more because he'd have more time to chat to the students, as long as the librarian wasn't too strict at all. Deciding to celebrate with some muggle coffee that he'd developed a love for whilst wandering the streets of New York, Ryan had tracked down the nearest Starbucks, and was getting ready to head straight there. It was in London, or so he was told, and he'd worked out which street too, which was great, although he'd heard there were a few. Anyway, he pulled on and buttoned up the checked shirt that he'd ironed and picked out for today, not in that order of course, and tugged on the jeans to go with. Next, he finsihed off by slipping his feet into his converse, and then picking up the simple grey jacket and holding that in his hands. He did a final check of his keys, wallet and wand, before pulling his messenger bag over his head and apparating right into the middle of London. Well, not really, in an alley way, where no one could see him. That was better.

He straightened his shirt after the journey, and checked that he'd not lost something crazy like an elbow, just in case, before grinning and walking out into the bustling street. A full ten minutes of wandering around later, and he walked straight into the coffee shop, and groaned as he realised how long the line was. Oh well, Starbucks lattes were worth waiting for, they were the best he'd ever tasted and he just hoped that they were as nice in London as he remembered they were in New York. He took out the muggle money that he kept to hand and smiled. He'd operated in Muggle circles too, so he always had some on hand, just in case he ended up in a Starbucks with only a few galleons in his pocket. He doubted it would go down well if he tried paying with that. He ran his hand through his hair and then shoved them in his pockets, before whistling an old but well known classic song by the wizarding band, the Weird Sisters. He could be here a while, as there were at least fourteen people in front of him, including a very pretty looking girl. Or at least she looked it from the back. You know when you can tell who's pretty just by looking at the back of them? Well, he had that. And she had lovely long hair, too. He grinned to himself and stopped his whistling. He pulled his hand out of his pocket to get the book he always kept in his bag out, when his wallet fell on the floor and was a lot closer to the girl in front than him.

Ry was sure that should he try and get it back, she'd probably think he was some kind of pervert trying to cop a feel, so he cleared his throat instead and smiled in a friendly manor. "Hi, I'm sorry, but I dropped my Wallet, I wondered if you'd mind grabbing that for me? It's a little out of reach"

[/color] he asked the girl politely, not even knowing that he was now talking to the sister of his sisters future husband. Woah, that was complicated. Of course, he'd heard of the Dalton's and his sister and parents were pretty close, but he'd always refused to go. He got a bad feeling about them, and the adults really intimidated him, it was kind of scary. Had he known that this was a Dalton girl when he started to talk to her, he'd have probably picked up his wallet and ran, but that wouldn't be polite or manly, and besides, he had no reason to suspect that of all the places they could run into each other, that he'd meet the pure blood Dalton in a muggle coffee shop. That would be just his luck.[/size][/blockquote][/justify][/blockquote]

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It hadn’t been that long since she’d realised that she was pregnant, but already she could write a list of the negatives of the experience. Firstly, and most annoyingly, there was the change in her clothing. Sure, she hadn’t felt like wearing anything nice or attractive in ages, but she missed the ability to do so if she’d wished. Now, she had to think about dressing a particular way to avoid people asking questions and also for her own sense of pride - she didn’t like the idea of looking fat. Of course, she was aware that, given knowledge of both pregnancy and fashion, the clever person could probably dress in a way that almost disguised it. All she knew was that it sucked. She got backache, although this could easily have been due to her preferred sitting position against walls, and she felt different. Not that she didn’t feel different already, given everything that had happened in the last few months, but she felt different again, because she had to think about someone else. She’d rarely had to do this before, so the concept was pretty new to her. So far, it was fair to say, Evie was not altogether impressed with the consequences of becoming pregnant. The thing that annoyed her was that she’d had to buy new clothes, and she couldn’t wear heels, because apparently, it was dangerous. What did any of these people know about dangerous? The annoyance only lasted a few minutes generally, however, because she rarely felt a desire to dress up as she was accustomed to, in the past.

She’d made a little bit more effort with her appearance today, seeing as her parents probably wouldn’t have let her leave the house, looking like she was inclined to do at the moment. They’d make out that it was for her own benefit, but even she could tell that letting her leave the house in pyjamas and a coat, without brushing her hair was not an option, when they wanted to save themselves and the family name of embarrassment. Nobody left the house without looking, according to the adults, like a Dalton child. What did that even mean? She’d never understood why appearance was so important, but yet she had become similar to them, in that regard, loving herself and taking far too much pride in how she looked from day to day. The main difference in her way of thinking now, however, was not about herself or her parents, but for the sake of her unborn child. If it stood a chance, she knew that she had to quickly master the art of appearing to be the opposite. There was no chance that they were going to be pleased that she was pregnant at the mere age of seventeen. She’d managed to hide the rounded stomach quite well, considering, but you could still spot it if you were to examine her body closely enough, hence her sudden rush to leave the house this morning, without looking back at the rest of her family. If she was careful, they’d never suspect. Or so she convinced herself.

Not wanting to risk the chance of being cornered by one of her many relatives, she’d decided to stay around from the areas of London that she usually walked around, instead opting for a small street in one of the Muggle populated areas. It wasn’t long before a shop came to her attention, and not wanting to stand aimlessly in the middle of the street, she’d made the instant decision to enter it. This was a decision she began to regret, when noting the number of other customers standing in the line before her. Resisting the urge to yell or push people out of the way, she resigned herself to the spot in the queue, waiting still somewhat impatiently to receive service. After what seemed like forever, and her slipping into daydreams, she heard someone else enter the shop, but did not warrant this noise to be interesting enough to turn around, instead returning her gaze to the menu sitting on a table a few metres away. However, it appeared the person behind her was not content to let her do this, and seemed to go about making the most noise possible, for some unknown reason. Rolling her eyes, she heard the voice of the person sound behind her, asking, what seemed to her, to be one of the stupidest questions she’d ever heard. “Are you trying to be funny?”

she asked, finally turning her head, to face them, only to discover it was a reasonably attractive man.

So, he was attractive. She didn’t care. She just wanted to get something to drink and then be able to sit down for a few minutes, while she drank it, without having the misfortune to meet anyone she knew and be forced to have a conversation with them. “Can’t you see that I’m..”[/color] This part of her response was cut short, when she realised that she didn’t want to reveal these details. Sure, you could tell, if you happened to look at her stomach closely enough, but she didn’t want to say it to a random man that she’d just met. Besides, she had no idea who he was, and she wasn’t entirely sure that she should be entertaining Muggles in conversation. “Can’t you see that I can’t bend?”[/color] Wonderfully handled. It was the truth, but she doubted that she would have helped him, had she been able to reach. “I have a suggestion though,“[/color] she stated, raising an eyebrow as she waited for his answer. “Get it yourself, rather than hitting on girls while you’re waiting.”[/color] No, she was definitely not impressed.

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Ryan, unsurprisingly, wasn't pregnant, although someone as good looking as him could probably model maternity clothes and manage to look amazingly hot, because that's what he did, although he hardly thought about it. He knew that a few people thought he was good looking, but he wasn't pretentious enough to call himself that, because that would also make him vain, and that was one of the things he wasn't. He took care in his appearance, making sure he looked alright going out, but his definition of alright was matching, and not perfect and amazingly hot. In fact, he was pretty sure that there were probably better looking guys out there, but he didn't care enough to take any notice. He looked like him, and that was that, there wasn't really any changing of that, and frankly, he wouldn't want to. This was the face he'd grown up with, and of course it had altered and changed but it was still his face, and it was just as much a part of who he was as his personality. If he magically turned up one day looking completely different he was sure that he'd feel like he wasn't himself any more, and that wouldn't do. Ryan liked who he was. He liked that he could be funny and charming and romantic and dorky, all at the same time. He liked that he managed to pull off embarrassed or flushed and make it look cute (or so he'd heard) and he liked that he was the adventurous guy who enjoyed reading just as much as the librarian did. Ok, maybe a little less, but there we have it. He always expected the librarian's quarters to be all full of books, just like the library. His house wasn't. Well, right now it was full of boxes because he'd been so busy this month that he hadn't unpacked everything. His living room was practically set up with his sofa, an armchair and his bookcase, and then an old looking wireless that he'd picked up at Borgin and burkes on his fourth day in the area. He had shelves that needed to be put up, and a side table that was empty, waiting for something to decorate it, and his walls were bare too, practically. He had everything there, he just needed to get around to unpacking.

When he was done, he knew his house would reflect him perfectly. It would be an eclectic mix of artefacts and souvenirs from all over the world that shouldn't really go together, but somehow they seemed to fit. His bedroom was done at least, he'd focused on three rooms, and that was his bedroom, the living room and his kitchen, because they were the two rooms that he'd needed most. His bathroom was practically done anyway, all it needed was the few necessities and that was that, so it barely counted. His kitchen had everything everywhere but it was useable, and his room was a bit messy, but it was practically all done, and accessorised or whatever too, with the vase that he'd picked up in Africa. He got told after he'd paid that it was a fertility one, by a lovely woman who wished him good health and a long life. That was lovely. He didn't mind all that much, considering that at twenty he was a little more mature for his age than others, and he actually wouldn't mind starting a family, but he was just going to roll with it. Whatever happened, happened, and that was that. He was a believer that you couldn't have everything go to your plan, and so he expected some things to go off the road you planned. Like, for instance, he didn't plan to drop his wallet, which in turn made him have to talk to this girl in front of him. It was just happenstance, and it was also happenstance that the girl in front of him was actually very pretty, just like he'd assumed. Her tone of voice, he couldn't put his figer on it, but there was something recognisable there. He frowned at her response. What did she mean? "I'm sorry, but, what makes you think that?"

[/color] he asked, his eyebrows creasing together in a lovely cute expression. Her next words clarified her first a little, and his mind came up with a few different reasons for her inability to bend. "You're, what?"[/color] he asked, wondering what the end of that sentence was. Now his brain was formulating possible ends to finish it off, but the one that stuck in his mind intrigued him, and so he let his eyes wander quickly down to her stomach, and then his brain set off immediately with tons of questions. She was pregnant?

Before he could say something about that, she had spoken again, and he frowned. "If you don't mind me saying, for one I wouldn't call you a girl, I think that woman would be more appropriate, and secondly, I wasn't trying to hit on you. Truthfully, I just dropped my wallet, and I didn't want to start reaching around you to get it, in case you thought I was trying something else on"[/color] he replied, almost reaching for his wand just so he could accio it, but his common sense stopped him, although he couldn‘t help but think how handy it would be to be able to do magic without having to think of exposure. Instead, he reached down and manoeuvred around so that he could reach it. Standing back up, he straightened his clothes and smiled. "There, problem solved."[/color] he commented, although something made him want to keep talking to this girl. He'd never seen her before, but for some reason there was something familiar about her, though he couldn't place it. He sucked in a small breath and the smell of coffee drifted all around him, making him smile contentedly. A thought hit him then, and he frowned again, his eyebrows pulling together once more. "Erm, I know it's not my place, I just thought you should know that coffee is bad for the baby"[/color] he said in quiet enough tones for her to hear, but for no one else to. He got the impression that she didn't want to publicly announce that she was carrying a child, for some reason or other. If he was pregnant, (and female) he'd be proud of the fact that he was carrying a life within him that wasn't his own, but was just as much a part of him. Honestly, he was sure he’d make a good mother father. [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/justify]

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[evelyn marie dalton]

You couldn’t complain and avoid doing certain things, she found, if you wanted to pretend that you were still normal and not carrying a child inside your womb. This meant that she couldn’t be afforded the same liberties as most other pregnant women or discuss it openly with her family. Definitely not the last thing, she didn’t think it would go down well at all. Therefore she was condemned to act as though nothing had changed about her body or general appearance, which was an act that even the most accomplished actress would struggle with. She happened to have been quite lucky, in terms of appearance, seeing as she was quite thin, compared to other women, for someone as far along as she was. For once, life seemed to be working with her, not against her. But in general, it meant that she couldn’t demand certain things, since she wasn’t pregnant, usually making more effort, although she’d occasionally manage to convince herself that it would be worth all the agony. Agony wasn’t perhaps the most appropriate word, since it was more a case of extreme cravings and aching in random places that was currently the bane of her life. The difficult thing was thinking of other possible explanations to cover it, and sadly, her excuses were far from realistic or believable. Clearly, this was the part that needed the most work, if it was to remain a secret. So, incredibly simple.

Was it just her, or was the queue taking far too long? She’d got kind of distracted since she’d turned her head to glare at the person asking stupid questions, and so had lost track of time temporarily. Unfortunately, she hadn’t developed the ability to be more patient during the early stages of her pregnancy and her impatience was still reasonably high, leaving her to scowl at the people who she deemed as being responsible, which happened to be just about anyone in close proximity. It wasn’t as though she really thought them all to be the cause of the queues, but she needed someone else to attribute part of the blame to. If she’d had any sense, she would have given up and just walked out again, thus removing all cause for any impatience, since she would not be waiting in what appeared to be a never-ending queue for coffee. The answer to why she wouldn’t just walk out was simple - she was incredibly stubborn and refused to give in so easily. This was a perfect example, she wasn’t actually competing for anything or against anyone else, yet she felt a compulsion to prove that she was determined enough to stay put. It definitely wasn’t anything to do with the annoying guy standing only a few metres away from her. She didn’t care about that.

“Don’t take this too personally,”

she began, in answer to his statements, “But I couldn’t care less what you say, you’re more than welcome to use any term you deem preferable.”[/color] Truthfully, the words - girl, woman, they were all too similar to bother getting fussy about. It might have seemed that she wasn’t warming up to the man standing beside her, and to some extent, that was fairly accurate. She couldn’t see why it had to be her who he engaged in conversation, instead of the middle-aged man in front of her. His second remark caused a small smile to appear on her face, however, as he attempted to justify both the reason for conversation and why he’d dropped his wallet before that. Of course she’d been pretty confident that he hadn’t tried to hit on anyone, but to see his slight concern over what a stranger thought of him brought her the faintest sense of amusement. “Alright, I believe you,”[/color] she admitted finally, before adding, “But most people wouldn’t.”[/color] In reality, he didn’t look like the type of man to go to so much effort to get a girl’s attention or to do it in an unethical way. The words about the problem being solved brought mixed feelings to her, where she was quite relieved, since she could return to waiting in silence, but also she couldn’t bring herself to walk off just yet. Was it just her, or did he seem familiar to someone else she knew? No, that was stupid. Why would anyone like that just happen to walk into the same coffee shop as her?

Not wanting to openly admit that his company was not as bad as she’d earlier anticipated, she instead turned to sarcasm, a favourite form of wit for the Dalton family. “I’m thrilled for you, maybe now you’ll turn around and stop talking.”[/color] However this seemed unlikely to occur when she heard him speak again, evidently lowering his tone in order to avoid his words being heard by anyone else but her. “Obviously spoke too soon,”[/color] she commented, before listening to his own remark about what she should or shouldn’t be doing. “Excuse me?”[/color] she said rather loudly, causing several people to stare at her momentarily, as though he’d said something that had deeply offended her. Lowering her tone, she continued, “And what would you know about it?”[/color] she asked, raising an eyebrow, doubting that he was the authority on the effect of certain substances on unborn children. The most annoying thing was that he’d noticed instantly. She thought she could hide it, she obviously wasn’t doing a good enough job if a random man could walk in and spot that she was pregnant. Maybe it was the clues she’d unintentionally given him. Not wanting to get further dragged down into what she was doing wrong, according to him, she gave him a thoroughly sweet smile, as she uttered one last comment, “Can you go away now?”[/color] Perhaps a little unreasonable, but part of her was secretly hoping that he wouldn’t oblige.

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Life hadn't been normal since he'd gotten his Hogwarts letter. In no World is it possible to classify the ability to do magic as 'normal'. Sure, he was a magical and pure blood kid, but that wasn't the point, really, was it? Magic was exceptional, and there was nothing normal about it, as far as he was concerned. No normal child had the ability to summon things to him before they went off to magic school, and being raised in a magical family, although could give you the impression that it was the norm, didn't mean that it was. He knew he was special because he had these gifts, and he knew he wouldn't waste them or misuse them. It was for this reason that when he came back, he saw about joining the Order as soon as he heard about their return. It was a good opportunity to pay the World back for giving him such gifts. He was just glad that he could put them to a good use. Although just because he grew up in a pure blood magical family, that didn't mean that he was ignorant to the fully functioning muggle world around him. In fact, he'd moved easily in muggle circles whilst on his trips around the World, and although his parents wouldn't have been too impressed with that, he'd found it fascinating to see how they lived without magic. It didn't take him long to realise though, that they didn't, because they lived with the most powerful magic ever invented. They lived with love. He'd always been a believer in love, and how magical and amazing it could be, and although he wasn't a direct believer in love at first site, he did believe that when the person that you could fall in love with was before you, you'd get some sort of good feeling that was keeping you there, although at the time, he was sure you wouldn't really register what it was, until you were head over heels in love.

Whilst in Africa, Ryan had been privy to the magic of love, as he'd met this inspirational woman, who was pregnant at nineteen with her second child, and she struggled to make the bills, but she wouldn't rest until her first child had food in her belly, and the lengths that this woman had gone to, to ensure that there was always something in the cupboards did make him think of the lengths that humans were capable of. Whilst six months pregnant she watched her little child after school, whilst doing the washing, ironing, washing the dishes, cooking, and recovering from her day job, and all the while she suffered from the sickness and exhaustion of her pregnancy, but she wouldn't let that get in her way. She never missed a doctors appointment, and she never once did anything on the 'never do whilst pregnant' list. The love for her child enabled her to do what it took, without having Ryan's type of magic on her side. He took to going to see her and doing some minor chores around the house to help her out, and that was where he'd started to learn to cook without magic, and without a recipy book too. She instructed him, all from her memory, and he followed, and that was that. He missed her, but after the birth of her son, she didn't think that she'd be able to take time out and write to Ryan, but he'd never forget her. It was because of her that he'd also learned a lot about pregnancy, and he knew that when it came time for him to be a father, he'd take all that she taught him about pregnancy and what not to do and everything like that, so he could help out in any way possible. And she also taught him, that it was a hit and miss sort of situation, where you just have to learn from your mistakes.

"I learned whilst at Hogwarts not to take stuff to heart."

[/color] he replied with a shrug. "It's just that in my eyes, 'girl' is referring to a young girl, and not an older woman. When I hear 'girl' I picture pigtails and teddy bears, not handbags and engagement rings"[/color] he said with a shrug, before looking down out of curiosity to see if she was engaged, or even married, but there was none there. He frowned a little, but pulled his lips back into his usual smile. He wasn't going to judge her because she was unmarried, not engaged and pregnant. There was nothing wrong with that nowadays, he was curious though, to where the father was. He glanced around, and the only guy he could see was the middle age man in front of her, but he somehow doubted that someone as pretty as this girl in front of him would even think of being with that guy. "Well, I suppose it is very risky, believing someone who's name you don't even know. I'm Ryan, Ryan Corrinthos, it's nice to meet you, Miss..."[/color] he asked, offering her his hand. He couldn't help the friendly and cheerful smile that once again overcome his features. He clearly wasn't ready to end their conversation, because for some reason it seemed to flow so very easily, and he'd not had a good flowing conversation like this in a long while. Also, admittedly, he wanted to at least learn her name. There was something about her that made him want to stick around, like he just wasn't ready to leave yet, although that could also be attributed to the fact that he didn't have his latte yet, but that was a given. He wasn't going without that, now he'd psyched himself up about it.

Ry sensed the sarcasm dripping from every word, but he shook his head slightly and gave a slightly amused sort of laugh. "If I turned around, I'd be walking backward toward the till, and that would make it pretty hard for me to collect my coffee, unless I had a sort of over the shoulder thing going on"[/color] he pointed out with a smile, clearly ignoring her wishes, because as he'd thought about it earlier, he didn't feel ready to drop the conversation, as it seemed to be making this line move a little quicker, or maybe that was just him. That was typical though, wasn't it? Because to talk to her would be the only reason that he wouldn't want the line to go so fast. "Stress isn't too good either"[/color] he pointed out mildly. He was only trying to help! "An awful lot, actually, because I'm pregnant myself. You can't tell yet but the doctor says it shouldn't be too long"[/color] he tried to joke, turning to the right, and then the left respectively, as if to show off his nonexistant baby bump. He just liked trying to make people laugh, it was kind of his thing. "In all seriousness, though, I'm actually quite knowledgeable on the topic of pregnancy and birth. I picked up a lot of knowledge in Africa"[/color] he said in his low tones, as it seemed she didn't want everyone knowing. "If you really want me to go, sure, just ask nicely. I honestly won't bother you again. I was just trying to give you some help, because research really has shown that coffee isn't good for the baby at all"[/color] he said, affection slipping over the word 'baby'. He couldn't help his desire to be a father one day, it was just one of those things, and the thought of a baby was enough to turn this manly man into an 'awwing' sweetheart.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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“You do realise that your own argument contradicted your first statement?”

She asked, doubting his normality more than a little bit. She couldn’t see how someone could miss this, but she felt a compulsion to check that this hadn’t gone unnoticed. “By your given definition, I am definitely more like a girl, because you can see for yourself that I do not have either of the things you attribute to women. Unless you’re subtly trying to imply that I’m not female, which might not end pleasurably for you.”[/color] She was quite confident that he wasn’t trying to suggest anything of this nature, simply stating his problem with referring to her a girl, but she had to check. She didn’t know him that well and he could have just as easily meant this as opposed to the nicer meaning. Besides, it gave her reason to think about what he’d said. If he thought those things to be girls or women, where did she fit in? Maybe she didn’t. She was just a teenage girl, who couldn’t be labelled as either. Any further contemplation on the topic was shortly forgotten as soon as he offered her hand to him. It wasn’t because he was being polite, or that she had a problem with the idea of shaking his hand, rather the words he’d spoken aloud just a few moments before. For once, she was speechless for several minutes, as she stared at him like he’d done something unspeakable. When she found her voice, she continued to wear a surprised expression, “You- you’re Ryan?”[/color] she repeated, as though this name was one that personally troubled her.

No, he couldn’t be the Ryan she was thinking of, right? That would have been an incredible coincidence. Who just happened to run into the brother of one of their closest friends in the middle of a Muggle coffee shop? The odds of such an encounter had to be astronomical, and yet she appeared to be the one person to have the pleasure of it happening to her. “As in the Ryan Corrinthos who has a sister called Alexandra?”[/color] she asked, quietly, still retaining some of her earlier surprise in her tone. Who knew that all he had to do to get her to drop the attitude was to introduce himself sooner? “What.. What are you doing here?”[/color] Okay, so that had to be officially the worst question she’d ever heard. What else would he be doing in a coffee shop? Waiting for break dancing lessons? Maybe he’d managed to lose out on the stupidest questions front, since she’d beaten him hands down. She didn’t even know what she’d meant by asking that. Sure, it sounded like a simple question, but when she asked what he was doing there, she didn’t mean why are you in this shop, she meant ‘how did you manage to be in the same place at the same time as me?’ But she couldn’t really come out with that. The situation was strange enough as it was. Great. Now she’d come off as a bitch to Alex’s older brother. She must have done something really bad to deserve this, it was such a peculiar twist of fate. To be fair, she wouldn’t have been as sarcastic if she’d known, but what was done was done.

She couldn’t take it all back now. Not to mention that it wasn’t her style. She wasn’t going to act entirely differently because of his name, because, if anything, that was more suspicious. Firstly, he might be worried that she had some kind of personality disorder, changing rapidly from bitch to sweet in a number of seconds, and secondly, she wasn’t the type of person to step backwards and admit that she might have been wrong in terms of first impressions. Remembering that she’d left him hanging for quite a while, she glanced back at his hand, hesitating before placing her own in his. “Most of my friends call me Evie,”[/color] she answered, without any trace of sarcasm. “But seeing as you’re special, you can call me Evelyn.”[/color] Unfortunately she couldn’t carry the tone throughout the whole sentence and couldn’t resist smirking at the last part. Besides, she’d noticed that her sarcasm didn’t seem to put him off so far, when he could have just huffed in exasperation and walked away, so it couldn’t be that bad. At least they appeared to be in the same situation, neither of them had instantly recognised each other. Otherwise that could have been more awkward than it had turned out to be. It was weird, because she rarely admitted it to herself that she was pleased to meet someone, let alone to consider saying it directly to the person.

Forget that, she didn’t like him. He was too good at twisting her words. She didn’t like people who could match up to that. Okay, so maybe she did secretly kind of like that, but she wasn’t about to say so. Rolling her eyes, she allowed him a small victory on that part. “Alright, don’t turn around, if you’re going to be that pedantic.”[/color] Like she had the right to say that after being so critical. “But, I’ll have you know that I’m not stressed. This is quite peaceful for me.”[/color] Maybe not as serene or calm as most people, but considering the week she’d had, which was full of unexpected surprises, it was especially calm. At his protests of knowing a substantial amount about pregnancy, she frowned, wondering how a young man such as he would happen to stumble across this kind of knowledge. However, this curiosity quickly faded when he made such a ridiculous claim to verify his statements. Giving him a glare, she was disappointed to note that her ears were still fully engaged in what he was saying. Damn them. “Oh, in Africa,”[/color] she repeated, nodding as though she was completely familiar with the country’s culture. “I’m sure that comes in useful when you are intending to hit on women. Are they all as impressed as I am?”[/color] No, they were probably more honest about how they felt. Truthfully, she knew herself to be interested, she loved the idea of travelling.

The thing that pained her was the next thing he said. And the thing that really pained her was that she couldn’t act nonchalant, “No, stay. I mean you don’t have to go. Your company’s better than no company, right?”[/color] Ah, so charming. It was a wonder that she hadn’t attracted more of the opposite gender with such lovely compliments about time spent in their company. But anyone who knew Evie well enough knew that she wasn’t a big giver of compliments in general, so really, the way she saw it, that was quite a nice thing to say, especially given that he was still basically a stranger. Sure, she’d heard of him, and most of it was favourable, but she found him to be incredibly irritating. It was frustrating how quickly he could get to her to respond and care about what he thought of her. Why couldn’t he stay as an image in her head? She'd liked the image that she'd had in her head. Wait, no, that sounded wrong. That made it sound like she’d been thinking of him before now, which was true, but not as much as that thought suggested. As it happened, she wasn’t that disappointed with the Ryan Corrinthos in reality. She just wished she hadn’t had the fortune to meet him in such a random way and that he’d stop commenting on her unborn child. But mostly the first thing. She tried to persuade herself that had they been introduced in the normal manner, through his sister, that everything would have seemed preferable and much easier to contemplate. However the reality shone through. She was unlikely to act to him in any other way. He just had this quality that both attracted and repelled her at the same time. How did one person even manage to do that?

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"You can't blame me. It's hard to think when you're grilling me like this. You can be terribly intimidating"

[/color] Ry shrugged it off with a smile. Honestly, whatever he'd said was already gone from his memory, because Ry wasn't the type of guy to live in then past, so why should his thoughts? They seemed to go the speed of a speeding train, or something. "That's not the only two things I attribute to women. You look too old to be considered the pigtailed type of girl, and that must mean you're a woman, unless you've made up your own in-between stage, and if that's so, I'd like to ask you all about it"[/color] he replied, even confusing himself with that statement. He just found it increasingly hard to think straight when she seemed to intimidate him so much. He didn't know why, there was hardly any reason for him to be intimidated by this pretty, pregnant woman stood in front of him. If the worst came to the worst, he knew certain magical spells that would just petrify her, although he didn't want to use magic around muggles because if he did, it was highly possible that the next stop on his tour of the world would be azkaban, and as interesting and terrifying as it would be to go there, he doubted that prisoners were allowed to stop by the gift shop, if they had one. They should have one, that would be amazing, maybe with little figurines of the old azkaban guards. Scratch that, he wouldn't want a miniature statue of them around, that wouldn't be pleasant. He frowned when she didn't reply, and he just left his hand there in the space between them, which seemed to be currently inhabited by silence, and it was freaking him out. He was so used to noise or chatter or music or something, and silence really freaked him out. "Is that a problem?"[/color] he asked, not understanding why this seemed to cause so much offence. Maybe she'd made an oath to hate everyone called Ryan. That would be weird.

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise when the girl went on to name his sister. Wait, she wasn't a muggle, then? "You know Alex?"[/color] he asked, wondering how she came to know who his sister was. He'd not even got this girl's name yet, and it was kind of freaking him out that she seemed to know exactly who he was, whilst he still had no idea about her. It seemed she was surprised about who he was. But then it hit him, that it was stupid, the fact that of all the places in the Wizarding world, that a witch and a wizard ran into each other in a muggle coffee shop. She seemed to ease up a little after that, and there was a slight new softness in her voice, which he very much appreciated. "I came in for a latte, I'd ask you the same, but I hope that now you're going to order tea."[/color] he pointed out with the smile. In all honesty, coffee was bad for babies, he knew it was a big no on the list, and although he supposed once a month wouldn't be too bad, he'd never have liked to take any sort of risk, if it was him. Preserving human life was hard enough in so many places that it seemed worthless and pathetic to risk destroying a child for the sake of a morning pick me up. Think of all the people in Africa who didn't have homes to bring their children up in, or clean water, let alone any chance of a cup of coffee. He just didn't get why anyone would risk a life for a cup of coffee. It seemed reckless and irresponsible, and that was why he'd had to point out that it wasn't a good idea. Sure, it was her baby and everything, but still, that didn't mean that she knew what not to do and everything. The amount of teen mothers out there, they were all new to pregnancy, and some of them hardly knew what it would entail. Although he didn't judge, of course, everyone, no matter what their age, had just as much right to have a child as the next person, he just wished that more people knew that it wasn't a walk in the park. And now he was sounding like he’d been through it. No, but he had seen someone struggle with the back pain and cravings, so he knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Ryan took her hand and shook it slowly and carefully. Once he let go, he looked back up as she spoke her name, and immediately his mind did a mental check of all the Evie's in the wizarding world. Well, in the area at least. He didn't know every magical person on the Earth, although that would be so awesome if he did. He'd probably be like, the only guy who could say that. Off the top of his head, he could think of only one Evelyn that was in the area and that his sister mentioned more than once. Evelyn Dalton. "No! You can't be the Evelyn Dalton?"[/color] he asked, a surprised but happy smile resting on his lips. "Well, that is, unless you're married now? I suppose they got their wish for grandkids a lot sooner than they expected."[/color] he said with a smile, but it faltered when he remembered that she'd said she didn't have an engagement ring. But that didn't mean she didn't have a wedding ring. His eyes slipped down to her marriage finger, and he cleared his throat when he saw none. "Oh. I'm sorry, I just assumed. Anyway, I want to say, congratulations!"[/color] he recovered, hating himself for opening his big gob. Great, first time he'd really talked to any of the Dalton's and he'd put his big foot right in it. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! He cursed himself inwardly and wished that he had the ability to really think before he opened his mouth sometimes. He just hoped she wouldn't get too offended, or that she didn't have an overly protective and very muscular boyfriend who would attempt to kill Ryan for even daring to talk to this pretty Dalton girl. He at least hoped that the father was around though, because it would at least be easier if she had support from him. Ryan didn’t believe in shirking responsibility. If he ever got a girl pregnant, he’d be there for her, maybe not romantically, but for support. If she ever needed him all she’d have to do was owl him and he’d be there in a split second., because he was just that type of guy.

"Fine, and as for the 'stop talking part', what if I don't want to?"[/color] he asked, evoking the powerful charm of his gorgeous eyes. Alright, so he wouldn't call them gorgeous, but he'd been told that they were too good to be able to turn down, though he couldn't exactly vouch for that, because they were his own eyes, and if he was turning the charm on himself, that would be weird. "Woah, well, you must live in a stressful place if this is calm. I mean, there are many calm places for me, but the Starbucks line is not one of them. The beach at night, that's calm. Or, anywhere in the night, actually, as long as it's calm."[/color] he replied, suddenly thoughtful. He actually held a muggle driving license, and he found that driving at night was pretty calming, although maybe that was just him. He didn't know what possessed him to get a licence in the first place, as apparation was an easier form of transport, but someone had told him that the journey was just as important as the destination, and really there was no journey with apparation, and he kind of felt like he was missing out on something. Ryan noted her glare and he sighed and shook his head. "You don't believe me? Ask Alex. I've recently returned from Egypt, but I went a good few places. It was good, to get away and see the world."[/color] he replied, a fond smile reaching his lips as he remembered his travels. He'd met so many great people, but he knew that he'd never forget them, and that made leaving them a little easier. "I didn't go to have impressive stories to pick up women with, I went for myself, is that so hard to believe?"[/color] he asked softly, wondering if she still thought he was talking rubbish.

Ryan felt like he'd smiled too much today, but in his mind there really wasn't such a thing, was there? Another happy smile reached his eyes, and he noted the tone of her voice, it wasn't demanding or anything, and he didn't expect that. Ryan, as a man in the magical world, had heard a lot about the Dalton adults, but he wasn't clued in on everything. The one thing he did know, was that they demanded that everything went their way. It was sort of their thing. They expected everything to be fine for them, even if it tore other peoples lives apart. But this girl, she didn't seem like that. "Evelyn, would it be acceptable if I stayed and talked to you, and maybe joined you at a table?"[/color] he asked, stepping forward as the line advanced. They were, oh, two people away from the counter now. That seemed to move fast. He hoped that she said yes, though, because as bitchy as she had sounded earlier, she had something that made him want to impress her, and get into her good books. He'd say that was because he'd found out that she was a Dalton, but he knew that wasn't the case. He'd felt this need to impress her before she'd even told him her name, and before he'd worked out that she was a Dalton. Although, he didn't like his chances if he kept on speaking unthinkingly. He seemed to recover well enough, but the problem was that it didn't change the fact that he'd assumed that she was married just because she was a Dalton and she was pregnant. Maybe that was why she seemed to want to keep it on the down low. It would explain a lot. He didn't think that the Dalton's were the most accepting of parents, but it wasn't as if she could keep it from them forever.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/justify]

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He thought that she couldn’t blame him? Hah, that was laughable. She could blame him for anything she deemed appropriate, although, granted, very few of these said occurrences were likely to be his fault, or even connected to him. But, yes, if she’d wanted to, she could blame him for almost anything, from her backache to the extinction of the dodo bird. Not that she’d really attribute fault on his part to the latter, she found it difficult to believe that he’d been around at the time. After a few moments of consideration, she decided to let that comment pass and focused on the next part of his speech instead. “I assume you’re referring to the confrontational act I put on,”

she said, shrugging it off. “Maybe that’s just my style.”[/color] Titling her head slightly, she gave him a small glance, before a playful smirk appeared on her face. “It’s fun, isn’t it?”[/color] Maybe for her, seeing as she was the one getting the opportunity and time to ask all the questions, but perhaps not for the other person involved? She’d never considered this, however, as she had never been in a situation where the roles had been reversed. Yet, this wasn’t the thing that had distracted her from her previous thoughts, it was the fact that she’d openly smiled without any particular reason to. Something about this conversation, as weird as it was, and as reluctant as she had been to talk to a stranger, had given her cause to smile and it was a welcome happenstance. Although she did find it strange how he’d managed to do this.

“You think I’m intimidating?”[/color] she repeated, not adopting the expected tone of surprise or horror at his words. Instead she seemed to be somewhat satisfied with his comment. “That makes a change from sweet and innocent that so many others call me.”[/color] She doubted that he could ever think of her as these, when she’d turned around and started talking at him, unless he wasn’t one to focus on first impressions. Then again, he obviously wasn’t too bothered by her responses, seeing as he’d remained in his place in the queue. Or maybe he just really wanted some coffee and was just as stubborn as her. His following question was one that she couldn’t instantly think of a reply to, even though it wasn’t a hard question. Seemed being the one who had to respond to the questions wasn’t as easy as she’d thought. She just couldn’t think of a nice way to say, ‘You shouldn’t be standing in the same shop as me, it’s incredibly weird and I don’t like it.’ But the problem was that she felt a compulsion to try to be more friendly towards the guy now she knew he was the brother of one of her best friends. That meant she couldn’t stand there and say the first thing that popped into her head. Oh, the cost of having a friend with siblings that wandered around and walked into the same coffee shop as you. “No, I don’t have a problem,”[/color] she managed to say eventually. “I guess I was just a little bit surprised that you’d be in the same shop as me.”[/color]

Wow. Had he really just asked her to confirm that she knew his younger sister? Clearly he was either an extraordinarily poor listener or he was almost as shocked as she was to meet someone else from the wizarding world in the middle of a coffee shop. She was tempted to choose the first option, but then remembered that she had asked a question of a very similar nature only a few moments earlier, and he hadn’t looked at her as though she was missing a few brain cells. Best to return the favour then. She nodded briefly to agree with his query, “Yes, I know Alex quite well.”[/color] Why was she now so tempted to ask why she didn’t know him that well? Urgh, hormones. It appeared her brain was being deliberately defiant today and coming out with far more words she couldn’t say than ones she could. He also answered her stupider question without a hint of sarcasm. Why couldn’t she do that? Oh well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t used it to by now. Besides, it was clear to anyone that she was making an effort, which was much more than could be said for her earlier actions. Frowning at his next question, she had no response to give other than the straightforward and honest one. “I don’t know, I usually make my mind up as I go, planning things out is not my forte.”[/color] She hadn’t even given a thought to what she wanted to purchase yet, figuring she’d decide the moment they asked.

Now she knew that her surname was quite infamous amongst the general wizarding population, but even she was surprised at how quickly he’d identified her. But then, she had given him clues through the shock recognition of his name and then mentioning that of his sister’s. “It’s not that amazing,”[/color] she said, rolling her eyes at his surprise. “I’m not a celebrity.”[/color] Actually, maybe the Dalton name could be considered that in some areas, but right here and right now, the Muggles in the room wouldn’t have known her at all. His shock couldn’t match up to hers, however, when he assumed that she was married. “I beg your pardon?”[/color] she asked, not fully believing that he would have asked her that. She knew there was a long-held traditional view that people should only have children at her age if they were married or in a stable relationship, but none of that had been an option for her. She was left as a single mother, who was pregnant at the age of seventeen and pretending that everything was normal. Admittedly, he did apologise pretty quickly, when he realised his mistake, but she hadn’t had time to recover fully yet. “This is why I generally avoid making assumptions,”[/color] she told him, obviously not forgiving him for his error. “Or at least I keep them to myself, rather than sharing them with the nearest audience.”[/color]

Did this man ever stop talking? Obviously not. She wondered if each person in the queue would have received the same treatment as she had. Yet, she kept having to convince herself that she wasn’t as interested in what he had to say as she actually was, that couldn’t be good, right? Why couldn’t he been one of those never-ending chatterers that talked about absolute nonsense, so she had a reason to tune out? But, no, he had to have this charm about him that made his talk sound appealing, although she had noted that he had a tendency to speak before thinking about what he was saying. Not all that dissimilar to her in that regard. The small smile returned to her face as she switched her full attention to him once again. “If you don’t stop talking, I could always make you.”[/color] See, that had meant to come out as a fake threat, but now it sounded like she was going to stop him talking by doing the opposite. No, she was dwelling on her words too much, they probably sounded exactly like she’d meant them to. Or, at least, one could live in hope.

Okay, she’d found herself wondering this a lot during the conversation they’d had, but was he deliberately asking stupid questions? Surely if he knew her name, he must know something about her background? The two sort of went together, didn’t they? “You’re forgetting I live with other Daltons and grew up in that house,”[/color] she answered, “This is far less stressful than the typical afternoon.”[/color] That was the main reason why she’d walked into this area of London, purely to avoid the on look of various other members of her family, hovering over her almost constantly. Starbucks was a much more preferable environment to sit down and drink beverages while having the time to herself to think and relax a little, without worrying about the sudden presence of a relative. Although it hadn’t worked out exactly like that so far, with her being engaged in conversation still, but yet not with another Dalton, so things were looking up. She didn’t feel a need to have to hide so much, or to act differently to who she was around this guy, making her feel far more comfortable than she had felt whilst at home in ages. The conversation seemed to flow easily, despite her earlier onset of sarcasm to everything he’d tried to talk about, and she appreciated it.

“No, it’s alright, I believe you.”[/color] To be honest, she’d probably believe most things he told her, even though she put on a sceptical face as the default expression. She couldn’t help that though, it was habit, and also, she was somewhat warier of what he was about to say, after him assuming that she was married. “It’s a good thing you didn’t plan on using the stories to hit on women though,”[/color] she replied, still not willing to let his earlier mistake drop. “I doubt they’d work. I mean, we’ve been talking for, what feels like forever, but I’m not feeling anything, even with the anecdotes about Egypt.”[/color] She was attracted to the sound of travelling around different countries, however. It was a shame she wouldn’t get the opportunity to go there, at least for several months. She couldn’t quite see herself being able to manage a baby in England or Scotland, let alone in the middle of Egypt. It was fair to say that her parents probably wouldn’t be so willing to help her out while she was in the area, but in Egypt, who was she supposed to turn to when she needed guidance or assistance? The camel standing a few metres away? Yeah, she was sure camels knew a lot about raising small humans. As she drifted off into thoughts of camel parents, she caught the last question from the man standing beside her. Ah, dare she say she wasn’t opposed to the idea at all? Acting according to the decisive part of her personality, she gave him a small smile, “I suppose I wouldn’t be too upset, were you to do that.”[/color]

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Confrontational act? Did that mean that she really wasn't so bold and in your face? He didn't know how to feel about this because it had both good and bad points. Good points were that she'd be a lot easier to engage in actual conversation, but the bad point was that being so confrontational made him want to know why, and that interested him. What made her want to put on such a strong front? It seemed to him that there had to be some motivation for hiding your personality. What was she hiding that she didn't want people to see? He asked himself this question instead of her, because no doubt if he openly asked that she'd probably punch him, and that wasn't good, for his manly pride or for his body."What are you hiding behind it?"

[/color] he asked, his lips seemingly moving without his brain's permission because his brain was screaming 'no don't!' It seemed his lips weren't in a listening mood. Damn. Well, he didn't know, she could just not tell him and brush it off, or she could punch him, or she could get a little agitated, but all in all, it wasn't like he was going to force her to tell the truth. If she wanted to talk, she could, and if she didn't, well, there we go, there wasn't much he could do. Besides, she had the right to keep her thoughts to herself if she should chose to do so. He mirrored her smile, after watching her. She had a lovely smile, he had to admit. "Would it be inappropriate to say that I like your style? It's very interesting"[/color] he replied, shoving his hands back in his pockets out of habit.

"Well I'm glad that makes you happy"[/color] Ryan replied, chuckling a little bit. To be fair, he didn't know how many girls enjoyed guys thinking they were intimidating, but he saw it as a good thing, because it was kind of like, they wouldn't have a problem with saying something when you pissed them off, and he hated girls who were all 'no, don't worry, it's fine' and then ran away to cry. He much preferred someone who would confront him and stand up for themselves. Not that he would intentionally do something that would hurt or annoy a girl, but it happened accidentally sometimes, you couldn't help that, and he much preferred it when he found out exactly what was wrong because they told him, not him having to talk to them and convince them to even admit that something was wrong, before having to work out exactly what it was anyway. It could get annoying, because Ryan loved talking and communication in a relationship, and if they were just palming him off with I'm fine's, then it just would go silent and awkward, and he couldn't deal with that. Of course he'd apologise, but he liked to know what he was apologising for, because then the apology would actually mean something and be a true one, instead of something said just to keep the peace. "It is weird that of all the places we have in common, I run into you in a muggle coffee shop, isn't it?"[/color] he replied with an amused smile.

Ry couldn't believe that of all the places and ways he could have met Evie, it was that he ran into her in a muggle coffee shop. He wouldn't have ever thought that it would be like that, although he didn't know how else he'd run into her because he tended to avoid the Dalton house considering that the parents creeped him out. He got a real bad feeling from all of them. The kids, not so much, but the adults, well that was too weird. It was like, he always got the chills around them. He wondered if he was the only one, and almost asked Evie but managed to stop himself because he was talking about her family, and if he started asking if her parents gave her the chills he was sure she'd doubt for his sanity. "I don't get how we haven't met before, but oh well, at least we've met each other now. And now when Alex mentions you, I can put a face to the name"[/color] he said with a cheery grin. He couldn't help being a little happy at least, he'd met a nice girl that he didn't have to lie about magic to, and he was getting his latte, so it was a good day, all in all. And he was also managing to look pretty good too, so he wasn't giving off the hobo impression to his new friend. "I tend to roll with it, but I really fancied a latte, so I had to come here and get one, they do the best around or so I heard. Well, would you at least let me pay for whatever drink you do decide to order? By way of an apology for annoying you with the wallet thing?"[/color] he offered, wanting to make up for it a little at least.

Ryan didn't know why he'd immediately jumped to 'Dalton' but it wasn't like there were many others named Evie around, so she was pretty unique it seemed, in more than one way. "I was sort of on about the fact that a Dalton child was in a muggle coffee shop. I mean, I thought you were all pretty anti muggle"[/color] he said with a shrug, but he didn't know if that was true. He had that feeling about the adults because the older generations always seemed so hung up on pure bloods and everything. Honestly, Ryan didn't mind, he found both of them fascinating, so there was really no hate for muggles. "I'm sorry, I just, I heard that Alex' friend, Josh was entered into an arranged marriage with a Malfoy, and I guess I just figured maybe that was what happened to you, and then you were pregnant, and now I feel like an idiot, I'm sorry."[/color] he said, feeling really bad. He wished he hadn't opened his big mouth. Why didn't he check for a ring first? That was really stupid. He'd have to check for rings on everyone from now on so he didn't say something idiotic and look like a fool. "It's just that I knew about Josh and everything and I guessed that maybe they'd pushed you into the same predicament. I don't agree with arranged marriage. I just wanted to throw that out there"[/color] he said with a shrug. He felt that everyone should be able to choose the person that they spent the rest of their lives with.

"May I ask how you plan on doing that?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow and his lips turning into a playful and amused smile. He guessed that was meant to be a threat, but it didn't sound that way to him. Unless it wasn't meant to be a threat. Or, she meant it to sound like a threat so he'd think it was a threat but really it wasn't a threat at all. Now that was confusing. "I suppose that's true. I heard that you were quite the troublemakers, is that true?"[/color] he asked, wondering if all the things he'd heard about them were true. Of course he had Alex who kept telling him things, but he wanted to know just how much of what he'd heard actually happened. He couldn't help it if he was curious about the family. The idea of them all seemed pretty intimidating, though. He bet the house was huge. That was a random thought. "So what's it like living with all of those people in the house? I bet breakfast time is madness"[/color] he said with a joking smile. He didn't know if he'd have been able to cope with all those people but he supposed that they were lucky for a big house because there were people living with five people in a bed in some countries, and Ryan couldn't handle that, he liked his space, in bed and out of it, and it would wind him up if he didn't have a good night's sleep filled with comfort and room.

"Good, I mean, I don't usually have to prove that"[/color] Ry said with a smile. He still couldn't believe he'd only been back for a month! Some days felt like they took forever to pass, and others seemed to go by too fast. He hated that they seemed to be so bi polar, but there we have it, he supposed it was all hinged on what you were doing, because it wasn't as if time was actually slowing down and speeding up, it was a matter of perceptive. He couldn't help but feel somehow disappointed by her next statement, and he let his lips slip into a little frown for a second, literally, before tugging them back into your average smile. "Well, I'm glad, otherwise, I could end up having to fight off whoever your boyfriend is, and as awesome as my ancient fighting skills are, if they're gigantic, that wouldn't be good at all"[/color] he joked with a smile, knowing that someone was pretty and, alright, as actually decent as she was wouldn't have a problem getting a boyfriend, and as she was pregnant, he just assumed again that she had a boyfriend to back her up. He knew that if he was the one to get her pregnant, he'd never leave. For one, he doubted he'd be lucky enough to get someone like that again, and for two, he wasn't one to shirk baby responsibility. "Well, that's good then, because I'd be too upset if you said no"[/color] he said, meeting her eyes and smiling, before looking over to the menu to check out the prices.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/justify]

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[evelyn marie dalton]

Clearly, she was missing some of her brain cells today, because a person didn’t just tell a stranger exactly how their defence mechanisms worked. Okay, so he wasn’t strictly a stranger, she knew his sister and his family name, but she’d never met him before. How was she supposed to know that he wasn’t merely looking for this type of information? And she’d willingly come out and told him this much. Now he’d know that she wasn’t as sarcastic or confrontational as she’d led him to believe only a few moments earlier in their conversation. Damn. That wasn’t something she could go back and change, albeit using questionable methods, so he’d always know that she was acting somewhat differently to her true personality. Why on earth had she just told him that? He didn’t have anything about him that seemed to differ massively from the other people that she’d passed on her way to this shop, and she’d never felt a need to blurt out how she was feeling to them. Did that mean that there was something different about this guy? The very thought was enough to make her frown, in confusion. She was slightly surprised when he also appeared to say exactly what he was thinking, apparently they weren’t that dissimilar in that regard, both saying whatever came into their head, without necessarily thinking about the consequences of the words. While she wasn’t a fan of the question he’d suddenly asked her, she felt unable to resist answering it. It was like a compulsion that was hidden inside her body.

“I guess, I’m hiding a few things. I’m not as confident as I like to seem.“

Now she was probably giving off entirely mixed signals, and she would have not have blamed him if he walked away, having gained nothing but a head full of questions from this brief meeting. And more importantly, why would she openly admit that? She’d never admitted something of the same calibre to anyone else, and yet, he’d been standing there, and just a short while afterwards, she was not wholly uncomfortable with telling him these details. There was something incredibly wrong about the idea of being able to talk to him, and yet nobody else. Not that she was about to start treating him like her own personal counsellor, and expect him to help her through all of the mixed feelings she currently had. That was just ridiculous. And why did she secretly like that he liked her style? It felt more than the usual gratitude for someone thinking she was attractive, because he wasn’t directly commentating on her appearance, instead concentrating on her brash personality. Anyone who her personality appealed to, at the moment, had to be someone particularly strange in themselves, or so she had decided. “Interesting as in good interesting or weird interesting?” she asked, wanting to make sure she hadn’t misinterpreted his statement. She’d have felt more than stupid if that was the case, and he was merely fascinated by her odd behaviour. “I wouldn’t say inappropriate though, I kind of… liked it.”[/color]

So now she appeared to be telling him everything she was actually thinking, and this was new ground for her. Usually, she only talked as she really was towards about three people, and even then she sometimes considered holding certain information back. This whole situation was weird, she’d come to realise. Like he’d mentioned, out of all the possible places to meet, they’d just happened to meet in this coffee shop? If she’d known him better, she might have asked if he’d known beforehand where she was going to be, but clearly this couldn’t be the case. He hadn’t even known who she was, something that had shocked her almost as much as her new found openness. Unless he was a fantastically good actor. But still, the probability of that seemed incredibly low, compared to chance meeting. Of course, if anyone had the right to be surprised, it was him. They’d established that she was indeed a member of the Dalton family, and yet she was hanging around in a Muggle area. That must have happened so rarely that the chances of meeting one was next to none. Yet, here she was, and he’d managed to stumble across, almost literally, her in this shop. Raising an eyebrow at his words, she hesitated for a moment before giving a response, “Do we have that many places in common? Because, if we do, I might start looking for other places to visit.”[/color] She was being sarcastic, she wasn’t that opposed to meeting him again, at all. In fact, she might have even liked the idea. Deep down.

His offhanded comment about Alex’s descriptions caught her off guard and instantly she wanted to know what his sister had said about her. No, she felt she needed to know. “And are you finding her description of me to be an accurate one?”[/color] she asked, a bout of curiosity creeping into her voice as she asked. She was merely seeking reassurance that her behaviour hadn’t put him off entirely, but then his own actions seemed enough to indicate the opposite, what with his inability to shut up. But, the difference was that now she wasn’t overly against him talking to her, even though he had an incredible habit of saying the wrong thing to her. Really, she should have been slapping him and refusing to talk to him, but he seemed to have a redeeming feature, and she didn’t feel the most agile at the moment anyway. She smirked slightly at his comment after her own, “Was that a poor attempt to impress me, Corrinthos?”[/color] It was like she was daring him to deny this, since she had already reached a decision on this matter. “I’m not about to scream or throw the drink away if you did buy it, so, by all means, go ahead.”[/color] It wasn’t a straight yes or no answer, but it was probably the closest he was going to get to one. In fact, she rarely even made her responses that simple, so he was doing something that other people were incapable of also doing.

Did he just jump? Obviously it wasn’t that noticeable or even in its literal meaning, but she’d noted that the mere mention of Dalton seemed to make him slightly startled for a few moments. Which was unexpected, since she was under the impression that he had already gathered as much. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of her being a Dalton, was he? Because she didn’t think even she could do much to fix that. Nodding, she agreed with his query about the nature of her family. “We are pretty anti-muggle, but to be honest, I’m more antisocial than anything else. Especially towards people who make me queue for a drink for countless hours.”[/color] She was exaggerating a little, but the time had dragged by until he’d interrupted her thought process. A small expression of amusement at his attempt to apologise reached her face, but she quickly hid it. “Well, Josh is older than me, and our circumstances differ somewhat. He’s not pregnant, for one.”[/color] Almost instinctively, she found herself glancing down at her stomach, which had caused her so much anxiety over the past months, when she’d thought herself to be simply getting fatter. “It’s strangely quite difficult to find a man who’s prepared to take on another person’s child, even if he’s offered compensation for doing so.”[/color] It might have sounded quite harsh, especially since she was talking about herself, but this was how she saw the situation, and there was currently little happening that changed her mind. She’d simply end up without a husband. Shame.

Was it weird to admit to herself that she liked his smile? It was comforting and it was, dare she say it, even slightly attractive. She wouldn’t say this aloud, however. She didn’t need him being smug about her admitting that he wasn’t entirely unappealing. But, still, she couldn’t hide her frustration that he’d instantly picked up on her mistake. She hadn’t meant the remark to sound like it had sounded when she’d said it, but she’d hoped that he wouldn’t notice. Unfortunately, he seemed to be an observant individual, and apparently wasn’t going to let this drop that easily. “I’d like you to know that you’re the most annoying man I’ve ever met,”[/color] she replied simply, before trying to explain what she had actually meant by her earlier hollow threat. “It was meant to sound like, if you kept chattering on, I’d hit you or something. But it came out sounding like I was going to kiss you, which is the opposite of what I wanted it to sound like. Because obviously I have no interest whatsoever in shutting you up using that method..”[/color] Had she just started ranting? Wow. It was a wonder she wasn’t still babbling to herself. Who wouldn’t believe her now? Everyone was entitled to believe someone who started ranting about the topic they were arguing, right? Utterly convincing. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she turned to answer his next question. “It never seemed anything but normal to me. I didn’t know people had less family members than we do.”[/color]

And just like that, he’d managed to do it again. “Do you ever think about what you’re saying, before you say it?”[/color] she asked, rolling her eyes at his stupid statement. Why was he the one to bring everything rushing back into her head, when she’d finally managed to think about something that wasn’t so morbid? “I’d highly recommend it, it means you don’t come off looking like an idiot in conversations.”[/color] The only thing that prevented her from walking away in the opposite direction, without uttering a second word, was that she believed him to genuinely be clueless about her life. Otherwise she would have punched him. Hard. And she wouldn’t have regretted it, because he would have deserved it. Instead, she hesitated, not entirely sure how to answer this. The first part was easier than the rest, however, so she figured she’d begin with that. “I don’t have a boyfriend, well, not any more..”[/color] Would that be enough information for him to work out what she was trying to tell him? Because if it wasn’t and he started asking more questions that would be extremely difficult and upsetting for her to respond to, she didn’t think she could deal with it. A small tone of pain was emitted through her concluding sentence, “He’s gone.” And she hated having to remind herself of that. Why couldn’t he still be here? Especially now, she wasn’t as coping as well as she liked everyone to believe and she missed him. She missed him like hell.

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Ryan smiled as she openly spoke about how she was feeling. He was one of those guys, wasn't he, that you could talk about anything to and not regret what you said, because they just had the kind of personality that meant you felt like you could trust them. You could, too, trust him, I mean. He wasn't going to tell anyone what she'd said today unless she directly asked him to, because he wasn't one to spread rumour or gossip or anything like that, and he barely listened to it. Alright, it got to a point where you couldn't not listen, especially when it was your sister talking about her exploits with the eldest Dalton male, Joshua, and all the trouble that they could have gotten into if they got caught. She was insistent that Josh set a bed on fire once because his parents brought the wrong sweets back, but Ryan was hesitant to believe this, because he doubted that anyone would go to that length just for some sweets. No doubt if he did do it, he was punished quite severely, though, but Ryan didn't want to ask why. Most pure blood families were pretty evil in their punishments, but most pure blood families turned out to be pretty evil in general, but not theirs. Their family was a pretty loving one, and they brought an adopted kid into their home and made it feel like he belonged. "I think, that confidence is just a decent belief in yourself. The more belief you have in yourself, the more confident you'd be. But I understand, we all like to seem to believe in ourselves a little more, because if we're doubting who we are, then everyone else will start to doubt us too, and that isn't the best thing to happen"

[/color] he replied, knowing that it wasn't good when you were part of a good organisation like the Order, just like he was. Of course as he was new, he didn't know everything yet, and some people had neglected to fill him in on everything that had gone down with the adults and with the boy, so he knew nothing of Samuel Cooper or of the pain that Evie was suffering inside. "I don't believe that any form of interesting can be bad really, because if it's interesting then it's different, and different is good because life would be boring if everything was the same. So, good interesting."[/color] he replied with a little decisive nod. It was true, if everything was the same then life would be monotonous and boring, and he wouldn't be able to live in a world that didn't have variety factoring into it. He thrived off' excitement and variety. "Good, I'm glad. I meant it"[/color] Ryan replied with a smile.

It was actually surprising to Ryan how open she was seeming to be with him right now. He'd expected the Dalton's to keep all their cards close to their chest until it was the best time to play them. It seemed that maybe this was just the tactic of the adult Dalton's because there seemed to be a significant difference between this girl, and what he'd heard about their parents, who happened to scare the living life out of him. He'd hoped he'd never have to meet the Dalton's, but if it was necessary then he would. He was just glad that he was on the good side, and so didn't work with them. Of course though he was still ill informed about the whole Sam mess, because as a new member, he didn't have all their trust it seemed, but because he was Alex' sister, it seemed to be growing quicker than normal, but then that could also be because of the fact that he was very trustable, and it was easy to grow to trust him. He never broke promises, and he never broke peoples trust either, because if they were going to put their faith in you, then you had to be worthy of it, and you had to respect that, and not hurt them or let them down. That was how Ryan lived. He lived to keep his word, enjoy life, and make the people around him as happy as he could. "Oh now, that's harsh Evie, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?"[/color] he asked, raising his eyebrows and noting the sarcasm in her voice. He didn't think she was the type to do that anyway, unless it was someone that she hated so badly that she never wanted to see them in her life ever again. That was the only circumstance that he could think of.

Ryan cocked his head a little to the side as if observing her for a few seconds, and then smiled. "Well, she told me you were sarcastic, and that box has been ticked. Yeah, actually, she got a pretty en point description of you. I think she did especially well actually, but she did fail a little when she tried to tell me how pretty you were."[/color] he replied, pausing for a moment. "She didn't make you sound pretty enough to fit your description perfectly."[/color] he ended, smiling. It was true, Alex had said that Evie was pretty, but he hadn't expected her to be that pretty. The Dalton's did have everything, money, power, family, charm and good looks. It was a shame really that they also had evil relatives that would be bad influences. "Oh, I don't know, I wouldn't say poor. An average one, maybe"[/color] he replied, fake frowning a little and then letting his lips break out into a smile again. "Good, because I think we'd have to clean it up if you threw it away, and that wouldn't be fun"[/color] of course magic could clean it in an instant, but he wasn't about to mess with everyone's minds to cover up his magic just to clean up a spill, that was misuse. That was punishable, no doubt. And there was no way he could just leave people with that knowledge, and then there would be secuirty tapes because muggles were pretty high up with that right now. Too much risk. "I will, besides, these hot drinks are too nice to throw away, Starbucks do the best coffee, hot chocolate and tea I've ever tasted"[/color] he replied, having drank his fair share of them all over the world.

"The queue's everywehre are pretty long this time of day though, It's always been that way, but we're almost there"[/color] he replied with a smile. What she said next did make him chuckle. Had he known what Joshua Dalton looked like, no doubt would he have been flooded with hilarious mental images of him calling for food and complaining about back ache because he was the pregnant one. He had no doubt in his mind that if men were carrying children, it would suddenly be ten times worse than it was for women, of course, because it was even like that for the common cold, so pregnancy, well, you'd never hear the end of it, would you? "Yeah, although if he was the whole world would know about it"[/color] he said, both refering to the fact that for one, the news would be on it like flies to.... anything smelly, and he'd be ranting and raving all over the place and taking liberties, no doubt. "Oh I don't know, I mean, if you care enough about the mother, then a love for the child will come along to, whether it's father was another man or not."[/color] Ryan replied, glancing down at her stomach. "May I?"[/color] he asked, holding his hand out a little and meeting her eyes.

"Well then, I'm glad that I must matter enough for you to measure me against every other person you've ever met."[/color] Ryan replied, holding back a little laugh. He couldn't help it, she just amused him, and it wasn't even something amusing. In fact, a lot of people could have been offended by that, but not him, it slid right off his back, but maybe it was because in the back of his mind something told him that she didn't mean it. Whether that was true or not, he liked to believe that she was just messing around. "Oh, of course. No, I believe you, yeah"[/color] he replied, furrowing his eyebrows and biting back a smile. He actually wouldn't mind it if she did use that method to shut him up though, the kissing, because as someone once said, men think with their dicks, and that was pretty much true, and any other feelings were pretty much a bonus. "I'm sorry, did I say something to offend you again?"[/color] he asked, genuine concern in his voice. He didn't know what he'd said that seemed so bad to her, but she was obviously annoyed by it. Oh, he'd left her? Idiot. And whoever got her pregnant wasn't responsible enough to be a father, were they? "No sane man would leave you willingly, I've no doubt in my mind."[/color] he replied, shaking his head. Of course unbeknown to him this could also have reflected on the fact that Sam didn't leave willingly, but he'd originally intended it to mean that he thought that her boyfriend was pretty insane to leave her, especially when she was carrying his child. Double meanings were extraordinary. But that pain may signify something more, right? Or at least that was what Ryan was thinking. Though of course it would be natural to feel upset and hurt if he did chose to leave them.[/size][/blockquote][/justify][/blockquote]

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[evelyn marie dalton]

He thought confidence was simply a state of mind? Had he never noticed the simultaneous feelings it created in both mind and body when you were completely confident? It wasn’t just a case of telling yourself you were confident. You had to believe it, and show it. That was what she attempted to do in most aspects of her life, because the alternative was to accept that her self-esteem had dropped a few levels since the autumn. Not that many people had noticed. She liked to think that she’d been as good at convincing others (and herself) of her high self-confidence as she had been at hiding her pregnancy. Except that he’d noticed that she was pregnant the minute he’d turned around to look at her properly. That wasn’t a good sign. She couldn’t help wanting to believe that he only knew because he’d seen a lot of pregnant women, but that thought (as amusing as it might be) wasn’t one that she found herself accepting. It appeared that she needed to be better at hiding it, if she wanted her parents to keep providing a roof over her head. As confidence went, she was not at all sure about that either. She gave off the impression that she knew what she was doing, and was confident in her choices, but the reality was that she didn’t know the first thing about babies.

Something about him told her that he had a tendency to see the best in other people. It was probably that she hadn’t been that nice to him, well nice at all really, and he still wanted to talk to her. And with every sarcastic comment she gave, he simply overlooked it and seemed to believe that she was exaggerating and didn’t mean what she said. Sometimes, this was true. Other times, she did mean what she said, she just maybe shouldn’t tell the person her thoughts were about. Some people got ridiculously offended by her sarcasm, which was stupid. They lived in a world where almost everyone was sarcastic at one time or another, and they couldn’t cope with a few sarcastic comments? She didn’t know how they made it through a day. Unless they avoided people in general. Which didn’t seem like an altogether bad idea. She’d made it a pastime in the last few months, ignoring people who insisted on starting conversations that she didn’t want to be a part of. Still, people tried to get her to engage in speech about random and pointless topics that she had little interest in, and she’d tell them this. They didn’t usually take that well either, but apparently it was to be expected from ‘someone in her position’, which made her more irritated, with these people thinking they knew exactly how she was feeling. They had no idea how she was feeling and she didn’t appreciate guesses.

“Would you really be that upset, were we not to meet again?”

she asked, raising an eyebrow. She couldn’t tell whether that was his version of sarcasm or otherwise, but she did notice that it wasn’t very good if it was supposed to sound sarcastic. No, it sounded… almost genuine. Did that mean he’d miss her company already, when they’d only officially met about thirty minutes ago? Did she make that much of an impression so quickly? She didn’t know whether to see that as a good or a bad thing. For some reason, that look was enough to dissuade her from confirming her original statement. What was that about? She shrugged it off, giving a small shake of her head to agree with someone other than herself for once. “I think we can safely assume that I am telling the honest truth when I say I would never do anything to you.”[/color] This last part made her smile, without realising. “I could hardly deny you my company when it seems to mean so much to you.”[/color] Yeah, it was all for his benefit. She had to make sure she reminded herself of this fact. Sure, she’d agreed to let him buy a drink and to sit at the same table as him, but that didn’t mean anything more than common courtesy. She didn’t even know why she’d momentarily considered anything else. It wasn’t that she liked him. Well, she didn’t dislike him, as she’d originally supposed, but she didn’t like him either. She was keeping him in an entirely neutral light. He’d have to do something impressive to change that.

Hearing him mention his sister made her realise that she hadn’t seen Alex in a while. She kind of missed her friend’s weirdly upbeat moods, which made her forget the more complicated things she had to think about. Still, she had the company of his older brother to make the most of, and she intended to do just so. Yes, she had changed her mind about him, appearing not to want any further contact with him after his poor introduction skills, but truthfully, she found him quite interesting. “You did not just say that,”[/color] she replied in response to his comment about her being prettier than his sister had described. “Could you not at least come up with something more original? Because as flattering as I’m sure you think that to be, I’ve heard it countless times and it doesn’t even register anymore.”[/color] Honestly, she sort of liked his foolish attempts to compliment her, it was kind of cute. But she wasn’t resigning herself to being friends with anyone who used lines like those on her; she required a lot more effort to earn her attention. His next words made her stare at him rather incredulously, as though she thought he’d lost a few of his brain cells. “I thought we’d already established that I can’t bend?”[/color] she asked, sighing inwardly at his evident memory loss. “Unless you’re hiding some expert cleaning skills, you’re going to struggle to clean it up without using magic.”[/color] Cleaning up hot drinks couldn’t be that difficult really, seeing as Muggles had invented a procedure to deal with such situations, but she had never personally tried cleaning anything without magic, and she didn’t have any wish to change that any time soon.

“Well they should sketch in appointment times for people to come and collect their order, shouldn’t they?”[/color] She said so strongly that it seemed as though she would not allow anyone to answer this with anything other than ‘yes.’ “Queues are boring and take up valuable time that I could spending on worthwhile pursuits instead of waiting to be served by people who assume the serving speed of a snail.”[/color] No, she had no idea what she would be using the saved time for either, it hadn’t occurred to her to do anything other than queue for a drink. That was as far as she had thought ahead. She couldn’t even think of other activities that she could currently be doing. It took a lot of effort to stop herself from blurting out the next part of the sentence that would have followed, had she not been so close to the counter. Apparently she’d developed some kind of conscience about telling people exactly what she thought of them. Weird. “At least that way everyone would get their drinks when they wanted them, rather than whatever amount of time the workers deem appropriate.”[/color] Okay, so some of this quality was evidently still remaining. Ignoring the looks of the other people in the room, her eyes flickered over the menu again for a few seconds, before returning her gaze to his face. “Well, here’s hoping that Josh never becomes pregnant,”[/color] she commented, grinning slightly at the thought.

It was somewhat surprising to her to find out that he was openly disagreeing with something that she had said. This was new ground for her, people tended to go along and agree with whatever she said. “Fine,”[/color] she said suddenly, “Find me a man who’s prepared to take on another guy’s kid, and I’ll believe you.”[/color] That sounded like an impossible challenge to win to her. She seriously doubted he could show her that her assumptions were incorrect. Men of an age close to her were not interested in girls who were pregnant, and less so in those who had a baby. His next question seemed to come out of nowhere and as such made her show this confusion for a few seconds. “May you what?”[/color] she asked, having a few ideas what he was asking about, but wanting to make sure she wasn’t about to blow things out of proportion with a rant about how strange he was, if he was asking something different to what she had imagined. “Because there are a lot of things that I might or might not allow you to do, so you’re going to have to narrow it down a bit.”[/color] It was odd, but as soon as he’d looked at her stomach, she found herself doing the same. Great, now she was going through a phase of imitating his behaviour. That was something which gave her great confidence in her current state of mind.

And he’d managed to do it again. How did he do it? She couldn’t even contemplate that someone could so easily manipulate her words to suit their own purposes. Maybe she should just stop talking. That would show him. No, that was a stupid idea, besides she’d never manage to stop herself talking for that long. Something about him provoked a strong reaction in that she couldn’t resist responding to his comments. “Yes, you mean so much to me that I’ve made up a special category for you in my head,”[/color] she replied, again with a small tone of sarcasm creeping in. “However, you might not be as happy to learn that you fail to measure up against other people in certain areas. Other areas, you’re not so bad.”[/color] Had she just openly announced that to him? Why would she do that? Now he knew for sure that she liked him more than disliked him, even with her continuous sarcastic remarks. . The worst thing was that adding in her rambling speech about not wanting to kiss him and admitting that she didn’t dislike him, one could easily doubt each negative thing she said. Now this was the point when she should shut up, although she didn’t know how she could say anything that outdid that. She rolled her eyes, getting distracted by his final question. “Of course you said something to offend me, I don’t just overreact to everything you say.”[/color]

Biting her lip, she hesitated for a few moments, not knowing where to start. Wait, why was she even sharing this information with him? She’d only met him a short while ago, and she was inclined to share details of her pain with someone that had been a stranger a few minutes before? However, this lack of knowledge was cut short by his statement, which seemed to make her explode with emotion. “He didn’t leave me!”[/color] she said, rather loudly. Ignoring the rest of the shop, she focused on him instead, intending to make it clear that he was so wrong in terms of his beliefs about Sam. “He didn’t have a choice. He died. Someone murdered him.”[/color] Still the annoyance in her voice was audible, as she attempted to calm herself down. This wasn’t worth getting worked up about. It wasn’t his fault that he apparently knew nothing about the circumstances that had left her baby fatherless, but she hated people jumping to conclusions. People already had her written down as a single mother, and she hated that they believed they knew all about her life and why she was alone. Urgh, small-minded people like that really irritated her. But what annoyed her the most was her reluctance to correct them, she let them believe that Sam had been a coward and left her without a second thought, which was so far from the reality. She found it too painful to say it aloud. In fact, apart from a few seconds ago, she could only remember saying it to herself one other time. She didn’t like saying it. Saying it made it seem more real, and a small part of her wasn’t ready to let go.

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