The cold weather had firmly descended upon the village of Hogsmeade, and Tilda frankly hated it. The dampness just made it easier to slip on the marble foyer of the hospital at the beginning of her shifts and threatened to make her an occupant in one of their many vacancies of the various wings. Tilda had been determined to see that not happen. Ever since returning from the Sanditon resort disaster, the cloud she'd found herself floating on was a rather interesting one. On one hand, not being able to see Eugene every day had been absolute torture, especially during the days when the ward was slow. She'd even found herself wandering to other wards to see if they needed extra hands. The busy days weren't much better, seeing as she had only wanted to speak to him afterwards.
Setting up any sort of Floo connection would have only caused suspicion. The advantage of her living in the Hebrides was that her family's large property afforded them some small luxurious moments alone. Those had been among her favorites, wrapped in his arms and chatting softly about this or that. It honestly didn't matter what they were chatting about, though - she would spend as long as she could, her hands in his, tracing the lines in his open palm with her fingers as she listened to him talk about work, or little Theseus.
There would be no such meeting today, but she found herself eager to talk to Noble all the same. It had been quite some time since they caught up, and she had been looking forward to a chat - though, with the way things were going with Eugene, Tilda figured she and Noble could talk about the benefits of eye of newt and she'd be happy as could be (actually, Tilda liked talking about the merits of potion ingredients and she imagined Noble, being the potioneer he was, wouldn't mind either).
She'd opted for a piping hot cup of cocoa - something that she rather enjoyed despite her aversion to the gloomy weather - and she took a sip of it now, enjoying the bit of peppermint they had put in it in lieu of the upcoming holidays. "Mmm!" she responded, eyebrows raised as she looked at Noble over the rim of her cup. "My congratulations, that's quite exciting." Though by the looks of it, given he hadn't opened with the statement when they had first sat down, perhaps there was more to the story. She eyed him curiously, but said nothing further as he shifted the conversation to her, answering with a lift of her shoulders. "Nothing too new, I suppose. Da's still working away with the dragons and Ma patches him up as needed." She gave a little laugh here. "A bit of the same story, really, but they're doing alright. Da hates it when it rains, it puts some of the creatures in such awful moods sometimes, dragon or otherwise."
Setting up any sort of Floo connection would have only caused suspicion. The advantage of her living in the Hebrides was that her family's large property afforded them some small luxurious moments alone. Those had been among her favorites, wrapped in his arms and chatting softly about this or that. It honestly didn't matter what they were chatting about, though - she would spend as long as she could, her hands in his, tracing the lines in his open palm with her fingers as she listened to him talk about work, or little Theseus.
There would be no such meeting today, but she found herself eager to talk to Noble all the same. It had been quite some time since they caught up, and she had been looking forward to a chat - though, with the way things were going with Eugene, Tilda figured she and Noble could talk about the benefits of eye of newt and she'd be happy as could be (actually, Tilda liked talking about the merits of potion ingredients and she imagined Noble, being the potioneer he was, wouldn't mind either).
She'd opted for a piping hot cup of cocoa - something that she rather enjoyed despite her aversion to the gloomy weather - and she took a sip of it now, enjoying the bit of peppermint they had put in it in lieu of the upcoming holidays. "Mmm!" she responded, eyebrows raised as she looked at Noble over the rim of her cup. "My congratulations, that's quite exciting." Though by the looks of it, given he hadn't opened with the statement when they had first sat down, perhaps there was more to the story. She eyed him curiously, but said nothing further as he shifted the conversation to her, answering with a lift of her shoulders. "Nothing too new, I suppose. Da's still working away with the dragons and Ma patches him up as needed." She gave a little laugh here. "A bit of the same story, really, but they're doing alright. Da hates it when it rains, it puts some of the creatures in such awful moods sometimes, dragon or otherwise."
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