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A Chaser in the Garden
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April 10th, 1888

It wasn't often that Thomas made the trip to visit the rather strange placed known as Irvingly though when he did, it was most often to see a good friend of his.

Irvingly was one of those places that truly baffled Thomas. It was a strange combination of tolerance and intolerance that always left Thomas scratching his head; wizards, witches, and muggles lived together here quite peacefully under the pretence that, well, they didn't live together. They were around each other but led very separate lives. Thomas didn't quite understand it - he found muggles fascinating though even he admitted their traditions were a bit strange (though their fashion sense was always astounding). But, alas, that was how it was.

The chaser had decided to pay Amelia Evans a visit seeing as he had some downtime during the off-season. He hadn't spoken to her in a short while and wanted to catch up. Without so much a letter to warn her of his imminent arrival, Thomas thought it best he catch her at work (where she always seemed to be).

He put on a plain outfit and headed to the nearest floo network fireplace. He always felt awkward apparating to Irvingly - not that he'd ever tried it. Appearing at the cafe with a weird name, Thomas made his way across the town toward Hawthorne Hollow where, upon entering the gardens Amelia worked at, was greeted by two very large elephants.

Thomas paid for his ticket and began to wander around, his eyes peeled for any indication of Amelia.

It took a short while but finally he saw who appeared to be her. She was tending to something seemingly important and Thomas moved to stand next to her, resting his elbows on the rail. She was skittish at the best of times and Thomas had learned the hard way not to make her jump, "So what is it you're doing with all these animals anyway?" Thomas asked casually as if he'd been there the entire time.

Sometimes, though, he couldn't help but make her jump - or try to.
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"Pascal, if you would just get out of my way please!" Amelia exclaimed, huffing a sigh as her Maine Coon traipsed through her garden. One of the ways they provided food for the animals they looked after was through gardening; Amelia never really paid any attention to the hobby beyond Herbology at Hogwarts. She enjoyed it, but she never pictured herself to be the type to worry abut her petunias.

Yet, here she was, bustling over a garden with her cat's bushy tail in her face half the time.

It was a relief to be able to bring both her pets to work. Both were smart and never got into any trouble concerning other animals they shouldn't be dealing with, however Pascal enjoyed his owner's company a little too much, and often got in her way when she was trying to be productive. This was one such time.

Pascal visibly bristled at the admonishment, giving her a reproachful look as he sat down in front of her. "Pascal." she warned. In response (and retaliation, no doubt), the large cat stood on its hind legs and promptly placed both paws on her face. "Pascal!" Amelia shoved the large cat off of her and shot him a nasty glare as he trotted away triumphantly.

Deciding she was rather done with animals for the day, the witch stood up and brushed off her apron. Picking up her basket of seeds, she was about to turn towards the shed when out popped Thomas Tilcott, casual as all getout. Amelia jumped, upsetting her basket of seeds in response. It was the newcomer's turn to be on the receiving end of the witch's admonishing stare. "Thomas!" He did that on purpose.

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Thomas couldn't help but grin at her scornful gaze; it reminded him of when they were back at school and she would be sitting in the Gryffindor common minding her own business when Thomas would jump out from behind her. She gave the same look then as she was giving him now.

"What?" Thomas' tone dripped with false innocence and he held out his hand to take the basket, "Am I not allowed to ask what you are doing?" He asked playfully as he gestured for them to start walking; it was such a nice day and it would be a waste for them to miss out on the sights of these gardens.

"How are you doin', Amelia? I haven't seen you in a while." Sometimes idle chatter was nice when you were in good company and Amelia typically was just that: good company.


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