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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Mar 25, 2007 8:16:38 GMT -5
The interview had gone well. At least Brooke had hoped. She’d arrived early and had grilled Frank before hand for questions she’d be asked so she’d already prepared in her head what she’d say. Some things had taken her off guard but Brooke had always been good for thinking things up on the spot. The interview hadn’t been very long, but Gabrielle was a busy woman and Brooke had gone straight back to work afterwards to hand in her resignation. Even if she didn’t get the job at the school, she didn’t want to continue where she was.
It had taken Brooke by surprise when her boss acted rather angrily about the resignation and told her he didn’t want her working her notice. He said she’d be paid for it, but stumped, Brooke left and was somewhat pleased, in a shocked way, that she’d finally gotten out of there. Her boos was a confusing man…
Today of course Brooke was making the most of a day at home. But being who she was, Brooke couldn’t just sit and do nothing so she got herself into a working mood. Her and Frank had already brought the paint for the kitchen and so Brooke decided to get started doing that. It would save them time at the weekend. But after about an hour of attempted painting and having Dylan pestering her all morning, Brooke gave up and after carting him off to her mother’s, she was finally getting into it.
Painting alone was boring however and at lunch, Brooke found herself a parchment and self inking quill and scribbled a small note to Frank.
There, that should lure him over. Could he really choose work over his fabulous wife? Smirking, Brooke sent the letter off with an owl and wiped her paint covered hands on her jeans. She then headed out of the kitchen and upstairs. Well she had to find the roof suspenders, didn’t she?
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Post by Natasha on Mar 25, 2007 10:45:40 GMT -5
Frank had had a busy morning. Brooke had come in early and questioned him plenty before heading off to her interview. He’d just caught up with his paperwork too… Having looked forward to a day of rest and perhaps a chance to enjoy the campus, Frank had been sorely disappointed. Ah, well, there was always tomorrow.
So after Brooke had left and he was once again alone, he had four teenagers to his office, one after the other, it seemed. More paperwork. After sending them on their way with whatever they needed, either a detention slip, work slip for Salem, or in the case of one of the students, just someone to talk to for a little bit, Frank was finally able to get back to work.
With a cup of coffee and an orange, Frank caught up on his missed breakfast and mid morning snack. He worked, head over his paperwork, with a self inking quill in hand. He wanted to catch up as soon as possible. Marking plenty of housecleaning papers, some about the grounds, others about the buildings, as well as a few work permits that they had been requested. It wasn’t long into his catching up, however, that he was interrupted. Again.
Turning to the knock on the window, he was surprised to see an owl. Pushing himself up from his chair, he walked over to it and let the little bird in. Pulling the note off his leg, Frank patted the family owl before sitting back down. What now?
Oh? Frank read over it a couple of times before finally setting the piece of paper down. Smiling, he glanced at the owl. Pulling a piece of parchment to him, he quickly scribbled a response. He could play with her.
Reattaching it to the owl, he sent him on his way back home. Back to the desk, Frank ran his eyes over the last few pieces of work he had left. After initialing them, glad he had put the least important last, he quickly put everything together and put it away. Pushing himself up from his chair, he moved to the closet and pulled his jacket out. Pulling it on, he buttoned it up and whistled softly as he went about cleaning up his office for the next work day.
Finally, however, it was all clean. Really, it only took a couple flicks of the wand and it was all set up. Locking the door, he put on a sign that said he was out and he could be reached by owl. Down the stairs he went and he stopped in Gabrielle’s office, letting her know he was heading home for lunch, and that he got the paperwork for the day done. After getting the okay to leave early, he walked out the front of the door, a little spring in his step.
Walking home gave Brooke time to get the note back and get all ruffled about the note… Frank grinned as he walked a little faster. Once he was home, he silently slipped in the front door, closing it, and forgetting to lock it. Slipping his jacket off, he hung it and set his briefcase down. Slipping his shoes off, as well, he wanted to sneak up on her. Slowly he walked to the kitchen, smirking to himself.
Pushing open the swinging door, he was surprised to see she was actually painting all ready… Glancing around, he didn’t see Brooke. Where could that woman be?
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Mar 25, 2007 12:43:10 GMT -5
Once upstairs, Brooke had changed out of her paint covered jeans and baggy smeared shirt and into what she’d had a long search for. Brooke was now in a good mood after sending the letter, and grabbing her long silk dressing gown from the back of the door, Brooke slipped it on, smoothing out the bright red fabric. Hearing a tap at the window, Brooke wasn’t surprised, Frank was probably replying saying he’d be right over.
Smiling to herself, Brooke moved over to the window and opened it, letting the old owl fly in and it on the bed. Detattching the letter from its leg, Brooke shook her head. “Don’t get your feathers in a ruffle. Stay…still.” The letter was finally free of the fidgety bird and it started to peck at Brooke’s arm as she unfolded the note. “Hold on. I’ll get a treat soon.” Frowning, Brooke read over the paper and threw it on the bed. “Fine.” Now she wasn’t pleased.
Well there wasn’t any point staying dressed as she was. She might as well get on with the painting. But the damn bird was being stupidly persistent as it made noises and pecked at her arm. Obviously hungry. Sighing, Brooke tried the dressing gown up and headed out of the bedroom, having the bird flying around her head, hooting in excitement. “Shh…” Brooke mimed to the bird as they passed Ana’s room where she was happily sleeping. It was stupidly ironic. Ana would sleep all day and keep her mother and father awake all night.
Heading down the stairs, Brooke rose an eyebrow, seeing Frank’s shoes and briefcase on the floor in the hall. Heaven forbid he should put them away…hang on. He was there! Smiling, Brooke crossed over the living room and headed through the swinging doors, only they swung back and the stupid owl flew straight into the door. Laughing as she heard, the bird hooting louder, only in a disgruntled manner now, Brooke’s eyes travelled around the room to finally land on Frank.
Putting her hand over her heart, Brooke smiled warmly. “Ah, my saviour.” She said, walking over to him and slowly beginning to undo the belt on the silk gown. “See, I was having a bit of trouble. I needed a big…strong man to help me out.” Brooke dragged on what she was saying as she moved closer and closer to Frank, her eyes travelling up and down his body as though she was considering something. “And handsome of course.”
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Post by Natasha on Mar 25, 2007 18:21:08 GMT -5
Frank was glancing at the walls when the door swung open. Turning around suddenly, he smiled as Brooke came in. Then he heard the thud and flinched slightly. Ah… the owl. Raising an eyebrow at Brooke before glancing at the door, he shook his head. Always giving the ‘animals’ a hard time…
“Ah, my saviour.”
Laughing softly, he nodded. “Yes, I got… your… note.” His voice trailed off slowly as he noticed what she was wearing. Then she was undoing the gown and his voice stopped coming out at all. Even after these years, he couldn’t think of anyone better. Some people said it got old, the same ol’ thing… Frank disagreed. Swallowing, he bit his lower lip and nodded as she started talking again.
“See, I was having a bit of trouble. I needed a big…strong man to help me out.”
His mouth opened as his eyes looked over her body. Yes… he could help. Nodding again, he tried to force his eyes up to her face. Finally succeeding, he noticed her own eyes, and grinned. He was getting excited now. Good idea, this coming home early. Yes… he’d work on those roof suspenders.
“And handsome of course.”
Was she being sarcastic, giving him a hard time? “You’re out of luck there…” Moving towards her, Frank smiled wide before kissing her lips softly, running a hand against her cheek while the other hand snaked under the robe, along her waist. Pulling back finally, he moaned and opened his eyes slowly. “Working hard, or hardly working?”
Giving her a moment, he finally just lifted her up and set her on the counter. Moving between her legs, Frank couldn’t handle the torrent of emotions that began to overcome him. She was beautiful, gorgeous, “Wonderful, amazing, sexy…” As soon as he started to talk out loud, he knew he was staying right where he was. “You know… you are the most… amazing woman.”
Running his hands softly down the stockings, he bit his lower lip, letting out a soft moan. “We’re alone?” Glancing around suddenly, fearing that Dylan would come in, he still heard the owl on the other side of the door. What did that blasted bird want, anyway? And why hadn’t Brooke put him away? It was quite annoying when it didn’t get what it wanted… and no need to call the children’s attention if it was ‘nap time.’
Kissing his wife’s lips regrettably, he jogged a couple steps, decided that wasn’t comfortable, and walked quickly to the swinging door, readjusting himself as he went. There. That made life and walking easier… Pushing open the door, it took the owl longer than Frank thought it should have to figure out its way was open again. He was urgent, wanting to get back to his wife…
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Mar 26, 2007 16:03:49 GMT -5
“Yes, I got… your… note.”
Frowning, Brooke moved closer to Frank. “And I got yours.” She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “I obviously got the wrong message from it.” Frank was pretty speechless as he watched her undo the gown and Brooke could only smirk as the knot undid. It was great that she still had this effect on him after years. Some people said being with the same person got boring, but that was obviously because they weren’t with the right person.
“You’re out of luck there…”
Who was he kidding? Brooke didn’t get a chance to reply however before Frank moved closer to her and kissed her. Pressing back, Brooke wrapped her arms around his neck as Frank’s arm slipped around her waist. When he pulled back, Brooke looked up at him and smiled. “But I’m always lucky there.” She replied, pressing her body up against his. It would feel much better once she’d got that damn shirt off…
“Working hard, or hardly working?”
Smirking, Brooke leaned up to Frank’s lips, about to kiss them. “Working so hard.” She said slowly and in a smooth, quiet voice, before Frank picked her up, and sat her on the counter. Spreading her legs out as Frank moved in between them, Brooke ran her fingers through his hair, watching his eyes as they travelled.
“Wonderful, amazing, sexy… You know… you are the most… amazing woman.”
Frank was obviously ready, and leaning forward to kiss him, Brooke ran her fingers through his hair, before moving her hands down to start on his shirt. Pressing against his lips, she smiled and pulled his tie off, throwing it to the side and she began to unbutton the shirt before pulling away. Frank was running his hands down the stockings and looking down, Brooke bit her lip. “I take it you like?” She continued on the shirt, tugging at it as she moved down the buttons. She’d certainly got the hang of it by now.
“We’re alone?”
Sending a shooting glance towards the kitchen door as the owl was on the other side of it, Brooke shrugged her shoulders and looked back at Frank, a mischievous grin playing on her bright lips. “Pretty much.” She replied quietly before wrapping her legs around Frank’s body and pulling him closer by his collar before kissing his lips once more.
Frank however seemed occupied with something else as he pulled away from her lips and headed towards the door, adjusting himself. What now? Folding her arms, Brooke watched as he headed out of the kitchen and into the living room. Probably after that damn bird. Why didn’t she sort him out first? The owl then flew through the door as Frank held it open and Brooke frowned, pushing herself off the surface and shaking her head.
Turning around to face the cupboard, Brooke opened the door and tip toed to reach a box of owl treats on the top shelf. The hooting owl was flapping around, getting excited and Brooke pulled a couple of treats out of the tub before reaching to put the tub back on the shelf and shutting the cupboard door. “Oiseau stupide…” she muttered as she pulled the gown over her body and headed to the back door, opening it, she threw the treats out, closely followed by the bird. Slamming the door after the owl’s last feather passed through, Brooke turned back to Frank and shook her head. “I know the perfect place those clothes would look great.”
With that she sat up on the table, pulling Frank towards her by his collar and pressed her lips against his once more while her hands fiddled with the buttons until they were finally all free. Grinning against Frank’s lips, she spread her legs out and her hands moved down to his belt buckle. Now this, she had no problem with.
[Stupid bird]
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Post by Natasha on Mar 27, 2007 14:16:46 GMT -5
“And I got yours… I obviously got the wrong message from it.”
Frank wished he could have had a camera on her when she read the letter. Ah, it would have made his day. However, his mind was far from that as she finished undoing the belt around the gown. No, she had gotten the message he wanted her to get, but… well. Things were working out, and so far no one had come running down stairs to bother them. So far was the operative phrase.
“But I’m always lucky there.”
His eyebrows rose as she commented back. Did that mean there were others? No… no, she was just giving him a hard time back. Then she was pressing against him, and he could only let out a soft moan while gripping her waist gently. He was pretty well wrapped around her fingers.
“Working so hard.”
Yes. Fully wrapped now. She knew just how to play her words to make him feel weak in the knees. It was much like she had acted when they first met, but Frank knew the game now… Or thought he did. And he didn’t have to worry about her laughing at him while walking away, never to be heard of again. No, he was married to her now, and it made the game enjoyable and a lot less nerve-racking.
Feeling her fingers moving through his hair and down to his shirt, Frank didn’t bother finding out where the tie was flung to. It was like he was almost in heaven, and all it would take was losing some material that, at the moment, was constricting. That was another thing about being together for so long, they knew what touches drove the other insane, and what didn’t work. And her hands over him nearly turned him to putty.
“I take it you like?”
Somehow holding himself up, he moaned and nodded. “Yes… Great idea, these stocking cubes.” Grinning, he somehow pulled his eyes from them to her face for a brief kiss. Back to the stockings, he ran his hand slowly along her outer thigh, gripping gently as she messed with his shirt. Yes… take it off quickly. Frank was all for that. Was it stocking cubes, or stock cubes? Now he didn’t remember… and why he was worrying was beyond him.
Then the problem with the bird came along, and he had to pull himself from between his wife’s legs. That was very sad. He almost considered taking a butcher knife with him, but after a deep breath and letting some blood back to his brain, he realized that was a harsh decision on his part. The least the owl could do, though, was shut up. Once letting it in the kitchen, he watched Brooke tend to it. A treat? That was what the damn bird had wanted?!
“I know the perfect place those clothes would look great.”
And his mind was off of the bird. Opening his mouth, he was just about to say ‘oh’ when Brooke sat up on the table. Moving towards her, he let her pull her to him. Wrapping his arms around her, kissing her lips hungrily, he felt her hands move down his shirt once again, finally getting it undone. Then her fingers went for his belt buckle…
Pulling his arms back, he quickly wrestled with the shirt before it was tossed aside. Landing near the tie, Frank didn’t care that he just threw it in the paint bucket. No, he was much… more… curious about his wife. Pressing up between her legs once more, he kissed her lips and moved down to her neck, glancing occasionally at her hands. Yes… this was well worth coming home early.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Mar 29, 2007 12:53:58 GMT -5
The breeze was blowing in lightly through the open windows as Brooke pulled Frank back to her after sorting the bird. Parting her legs, she pulled him between them by his collar and continued with the buttons while he kissed her back hungrily. Frank was like putty in her fingers, though Brooke was often the same with him. This time however it was on her terms as she began to unbuckle his belt, glancing up as Frank flung his shirt off.
Frank might not have seen, but Brooke glanced at where he’d flung his shirt and bit her lip, shaking her head as her fingers conquered the belt and she pulled it apart. “Never got on your school’s Quidditch team?” Brooke asked, trying to hold back and laugh as she pulled apart the button on Frank’s trousers. How could Frank have gotten it in the paint? That was simply brilliant.
It obviously didn’t beat Brooke’s throwing technique. When Dylan was four and they’d taken him out with Frank’s mother to the park, Brooke had been playing catch with Frank and Dylan. Her only flaw being that she had thrown straight at her mother in law and knocked her out with the cricket ball. The only thing she’d been able to say at the time was “At least it was a strong throw”
Kissing Frank’s lips back, Brooke pulled the zip of his trousers down slowly, make him wait. He then moved down to her neck, and moving her head back to allow him better access, Brooke let out a moan and the zip reached the bottom. Before long, Brooke pulled at the trousers and they were down around Frank’s ankles and she moved to running her hands through his hair.
Brooke moved back and kissed Frank’s lips, pushing against them as her hands wrapped around his back. All thoughts of the previous letters had gone and Brooke was just pleased he’d come home for this. Yes, it definitely beat painting. Brooke’s mind had definitely left Ana upstairs asleep and was down with Frank, wondering just how long he had as she pulled him closer to her, spreading her legs out further and sitting on the edge of the table.
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Post by Gabrielle Blagden on Mar 31, 2007 1:23:10 GMT -5
Gabrielle hurried toward the line of "Cozy", or small in other words, cottages lining the edge of the grounds near the forest. For once, in the longest time it seemed, she was in a good mood. The good mood was caused by nothing short of a letter she held in her slender hands that was marked as property of the school board.
A couple weeks before she had sent off Brooke's application for the Muggle Studies position. She had added a few glowing recommendation letters, since the fact that Brooke was married to the Vice Dean and previous Professor might raise some questions to the validity of her acceptance. But Gabrielle had made it clear to her teachers that should Brooke be hired, it would be on merit alone.
And she believed that as well. She was sure that Mrs. Pratt would make an excellent teacher. Maybe the realm of Muggle Studies was a bit out of her Field, but she could always start there and move up. Frank did. Besides, with her background in Law, they could possibly start a senior class of Muggle and Magical Law, which was sorely lacking. Gabrielle had been all atitter about it for the last couple weeks, anxiously waiting.
So you could imagine her joy when the letter arrived on her doorstep that morning announcing that Brooke had met the requirements and would be starting as the new Muggle Studies professor once Mr. Pratt vacated the job. The moment the Owl left the owlery with a thank you letter attached to it's leg, Gabrielle had thrown on some black outer robes and dashed toward the Pratt's home with the news.
Arriving at the quaint little cottage, Gabrielle paused outside the kitchen door, trying to catch her breath. She could hear voices inside, though she couldn't understand them. They were male and female, so she could only assume it was Frank and Brooke. Standing up straight and smoothing out her hair, she regained the stern composure she thought a dean should have and went to the door. She thought about knocking, but her excitement got the best of her, and instead she just went straight to grasping the handle and pulling the door open.
"Brooke! Frank! Great News..." She started as she opened the door with a flourish. But her excitement soon changed to horror when she saw the level of undress and the position the couple was currently in. Her face paling considerably, Gabrielle slammed the door abruptly and silently. And then she just stood there, trying to work out i what she had seen was a joke or real. Sure she knew they were a married couple in the privacy of their own home, but to be doing that after all the promises she made to the board of directors that they would not engage in any sexual acts where the students could witness. It wouldn't be such a big deal if the doors had been locked. But like this, any student who went to the cottage to seek help could have walked in. It was all very disconcerting. She would have to wait for Frank, then they could clear a few things up.
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Post by Natasha on Mar 31, 2007 2:19:25 GMT -5
“Never got on your school’s Quidditch team?”
Blinking rapidly, Frank frowned as he looked up at Brooke. “What? No…” What was that supposed to mean? Turning to where she had been looking, he saw what he had done. “Oh…” Groaning slightly, he was luckily pulled back to his wife by the undoing of his pants button. Turning around to his wife, he kissed her lips again. There was nothing he could do about the shirt.
Then she was taking her time with his zipper. Frank moaned softly against his wife’s skin, smiling softly as he closed his eyes. “So… mean…” Finally it was down, though, and they were let down to his ankles. Moving in closer, pressing more against her, he moaned again as her fingers raked through his hair. Kissing her lips, Frank couldn’t think of a better way to enjoy his lunch time… Hell, he couldn’t think of a better way to enjoy the day.
“Brooke! Frank! Great News…”
The door opened and Frank pulled back from his wife suddenly, letting out a yell as he heard Gabrielle’s voice. Gripping on to Brooke’s thighs, he saw the door slam shut. Reaching a shaking hand up to his heart, he checked to make sure it was still working. Yep… now it was just going ten times as fast as normal. Pulling back from Brooke in a hurry, he pulled his pants up and put them back in order.
“What the hell!” He whispered to his wife, his face beat red. This was just great… Glancing around, all he saw was his tie that wasn’t bad. Groaning, he wished his shirt hadn’t gone in the paint. As there wasn’t much else he could do, he picked up his paint covered shirt and waved his wand at it, attempting to take the bulk off of it, at least.
Slipping it back on, he winced at the coldness that stuck to his stomach as he tried to button it back up. Failing, he just kept it open and shooed Brooke out the kitchen. She needed to change. Swallowing, he wished that Brooke could have stayed to help him greet Gabrielle. Moving forward, he gripped the doorknob and opened it, wincing slightly as the Dean still stood there.
“Gabrielle.” His face was still on fire. Frank moved aside and motioned for her to come in. “I’m… sorry. That’s not a normal… thing. Ah, you see we had… we are redoing… the kitchen.” As if that made any sense to his boss. Letting out his breath, he moved away from the door. Damn! He’d have to make sure next time it was locked… Now he’d be paranoid about it. “Hi.” Looking down at his feet, Frank couldn’t say much else.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Mar 31, 2007 12:49:13 GMT -5
"Brooke! Frank! Great News..."
Pulling back from Frank’s lips, Brooke’s eyes widened dramatically as she looked to her side at the slamming door. Wincing, she glanced around to a shocked looking Frank that had just let out a yell. What the hell had just happened? Had the Dean just barged into their house like that while they were…?
Frank was moving quickly, pulling his trousers up and doing them back up, Brooke just slowly closed her legs and kept glancing from the door and back to Frank again. She pulled her gown over herself slowly, doing it up as she pushed herself off the table. Finally, the belt was done up and Frank was getting the paint off his shirt.
Stepping away from the table, Brooke turned to Frank before he tried to usher her out of the kitchen. She was in complete shock as she headed out the swinging door and up the stairs. It was slowly beginning to resister. She began to move more quickly, into the bedroom and found the clothes that had been previously discarded.
After a quick change, Brooke sat on the bed, adjusting the collar of the baggy paint covered shirt, and then leaning down to slip on her old shoes. She might as well get stuck back into that painting once this was cleared up. Standing up, Brooke adjusted her long hair in the mirror before heading out of the door and back down the stairs slowly. What the hell was she going to say now? She’d suddenly gone rather pale and didn’t think she’d be able to say anything to Gabrielle. Not after the position she’d just been found in.
But Brooke and Frank were in the privacy of their own home and who was this woman to judge? They were married and nothing was wrong. How did the woman think they’d ended up with their kids? Taking in a deep breath, Brooke stood outside the kitchen door, pondering over what to say. Well she couldn’t just barge in and say how knocking the door would solve all problems, and learning some manners would help. Perhaps it was best to wait in the living room for a minute.
Leaning on the wall by the door, Brooke tried to listen to what was being said in the kitchen. Perhaps that was the best thing to do…
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Post by Gabrielle Blagden on Mar 31, 2007 18:41:16 GMT -5
“Gabrielle. I’m… sorry. That’s not a normal… thing. Ah, you see we had… we are redoing… the kitchen..."
When the door opened to show a rather red faced Frank, Gabrielle looked away and hurried in. It would be bad enough if a student had seen her reaction, but if they also witnessed Frank’s reddened complexion, they might surmise the truth. And the last thing she needed was students telling their parents about the sexual lives of their teachers.
Walking inside, Gabrielle pretended to look around the room. Her gaze was deceptively appraising, as though she were judging the couple by their kitchen. In reality, she was barely even registering the contents of the room; she simply did not want to look Frank in the face after seeing him in such a position.
Truth be told, Gabrielle was fond of Young Frank Pratt. She would not admit such an attraction, but there were many nights she would sit at her mirror and brush out her hair, daydreaming that she was 30 years younger and married to the handsome Vice Dean. So one could understand why seeing him embracing his wife like that would affect her so much. She wasn't angry, she was jealous. But he could never know that.
"Frank dear, please stop... I am not angry with you..." She said quickly, raising her hand with a small laugh. "... You are a handsome man and your wife is a beautiful woman... it is only natural you would partake in such...activities... in the privacy of your own home...It was rude of me to not knock first..."
She paused for a moment before going on, trying to figure out how to go on without giving away the pangs of jealously tugging at her heart. Before he could find a word in edgewise, she added, "However, despite it being my fault that we are all embarrassed, it does raise some questions in my mind... You see I promised the school board on my wand that having a husband and a wife team in the school would not lead to any compromising rumors.... And I have to ask why you left your door unlocked while partaking in a sexual activity when a student could easily barge in just like I did?... You understand the implication I presume...."
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Post by Natasha on Mar 31, 2007 19:04:14 GMT -5
Brooke had left the room very quietly. Frank was a little worried by her sullenness, but he couldn’t concentrate long enough to make sure she was all right. Swallowing and fixing his shirt, he noticed how quickly Gabrielle walked in to the kitchen. He watched, uneasily, as she looked around the kitchen. Yes, the walls were being repainted, and everything was covered in plastic…
“Frank dear, please stop… I am not angry with you… You are a handsome man and your wife is a beautiful woman… it is only natural you would partake in such…activities… in the privacy of your own home…It was rude of me to not knock first…”
He worried he was going to have an anxiety attack with his boss standing right there. He did stop when she asked him to, and was slightly taken back when she said he was handsome. That was a compliment, coming from Gabrielle. Then she said it was natural, and his stomach turned in knots again. He’d at least need something to calm his stomach down.
Where was Brooke?! She should be feeling just as uncomfortable as he was… Opening his mouth, he was going to start telling her it wasn’t rude, that they shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing in the middle of the day, trying to find something to make it all right, but Gabrielle continued to talk.
“However, despite it being my fault that we are all embarrassed, it does raise some questions in my mind… You see I promised the school board on my wand that having a husband and a wife team in the school would not lead to any compromising rumors…”
Ah… Frank nodded slightly, seeing the point she was making. Of course, then it clicked, and he opened his mouth. However, she wasn’t done. Did that mean that the reason Gabrielle was here was because of the… job? Swallowing, he listened to Gabrielle continue.
“-And I have to ask why you left your door unlocked while partaking in a sexual activity when a student could easily barge in just like I did?... You understand the implication I presume….”
His stomach twisted tighter when she said sexual activity. It was so wrong to hear her say that… almost like… his mother having caught him, or something. He looked up to Gabrielle, hoped to do a good job and uphold the standards she held for the school, and to know she… It just was weird. “No, I…” Clearing his throat, he moved to the refrigerator, nodding. “I understand.”
Pulling out the pitcher of tea, he accio’d some cups over, filling one for Gabrielle before handing it to her. Brooke didn’t like sugar in her ice, as weird as that was, and so Frank brought over the sugar and a spoon. Filling a glass for himself, he put ample amount of sugar in it, taking a sip. Right, that helped soothe his throat a little. “The… I ah… The door wasn’t supposed to be unlocked. We had just let the owl out, and in the haste, forgot to lock it.” Using his hands on the island, he sighed and leaned against it, looking down at his glass.
“Yes, I understand. I apologize, really I do. We don’t… ah, this really doesn’t happen in the… the kitchen wasn’t supposed…” He wasn’t making much sense, and he was absolutely embarrassed, no matter how much Gabrielle tried to smooth it over. He did consider those things private, and hadn’t given thought to the fact someone might come in the back way.
“I guess I just expected someone who needed me, like a student, to use the front door…” Which he realized he had also left unlocked. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed and didn’t know what else he could say. Then something registered, and he looked up at Gabrielle. “Wait, so… did they… so is Brooke… I mean, did she…” Did this mean Brooke got the job? Or that the school board was still considering it? “I mean, this wouldn’t happen at the school, not at all.” Was that what she wanted? Some sort of reassurance?
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 1, 2007 4:32:30 GMT -5
Frank dear, please stop... I am not angry with you...You are a handsome man and your wife is a beautiful woman... it is only natural you would partake in such...activities... in the privacy of your own home...It was rude of me to not knock first..."
Leaning her head back against the wall as she listened to the Dean, Brooke smiled slightly to herself upon hearing she was beautiful. Now that was an ego boost. But then she mentioned the ‘activities’ and it being natural. Jesus, Frank wasn’t a child in need of the ‘talk’. Rolling her eyes, Brooke listened more intently. When should she go in? And would it seem as if she were eavesdropping if she walked in then? “Thank you.” Brooke muttered to herself at the idea of not knocking being rude.
"However…my fault that we are all embarrassed, it…raise some questions... You see I promised the school board… that…a husband…a wife team…school…compromising rumors....ask why you left your door unlocked while partaking in a sexual activity…student could easily barge in just like I did?... You understand the..."
Oh Jesus, it wasn’t even that big a deal. And when had a student ever come around for help? Biting her lip, Brooke pressed more against the wall, the voices weren’t loud enough to hear with ease. Hell, what was she doing? Well could one blame her? She just wanted to know what was going on. The best moment to walk in after all.
But those rumours would start just from a husband and wife working together. No other catalysts were needed. It wasn’t as if Brooke and Frank would be like that at the school. She promised the school board, however? Did she want Brooke there then? Would that mean she got the…
“The… I ah… The door…to be unlocked. We…let the owl out, …in the haste, forgot to lock it.”
In haste? “Oh, great use of words Frank.” Brooke whispered to herself, rolling her eyes. That would make it sound worse. As if they were thoughtless and couldn’t wait. Brooke felt like banging her head against the wall in irritancy as she tried to listen in. She wasn’t catching every word, but she caught enough.
“I guess I just expected someone who needed me, like a student, to use the front door…”
Yes, that was a good argument. Well this seemed like it could be Brooke’s entrance time. Pushing herself off the wall, she adjusted the collar of the baggy shirt and fiddled with the belt of her jeans before heading in through the swinging door. Time for her, two to be embarrassed rather than leaving the whole thing to Frank.
“I mean, this wouldn’t happen at the school, not at all.”
Stepping into the kitchen, Brooke refused to make eye contact with Gabrielle so she glanced up at Frank. That was rude however so Brooke finally looked towards Gabrielle and thought over what to say. “It wouldn’t. We’re in our own home and most people would come through the front, which I would presume is locked.” She glanced over to Frank and gave him a look to say ‘It better be’. If this was the reason she lost the job now, Brooke would be pulling her hair out in any second. “Besides, it’s not as if students haven’t a clue what happens between grown adults. I bet half of them are already…” but then her voice drifted off. What the hell was she saying? It was true but it was those kinds of comments that could deny her the job she wanted so much.
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Post by Gabrielle Blagden on Apr 1, 2007 20:23:58 GMT -5
“The… I ah… The door wasn’t supposed to be unlocked. We had just let the owl out, and in the haste, forgot to lock it. Yes, I understand. I apologize, really I do. We don’t… ah, this really doesn’t happen in the… the kitchen wasn’t supposed… I guess I just expected someone who needed me, like a student, to use the front door… Wait, so… did they… so is Brooke… I mean, did she…”
Gabrielle had to smile as he stumbled over his words. Frank reminded her of a young and more handsome Albert. They had the same modest and almost bashful sense about themselves. Albert had no reason to be arrogant, he wasn't the most handsome of men, but Frank was and the fact that he still maintained that personality endeared him to her even more. Ah to be young again.
“I mean, this wouldn’t happen at the school, not at all.”
When he finished babbling, a look of hope crossing his face at her unspoken news. She chuckled slightly and was about to reply that indeed Brooke had been hired when the doors to the kitchen opened and Brooke made her appearance.
“Itwouldn’t. We’re in our own home and most people would come through the front, which I would presume is locked. Besides, it’s not as if students haven’t a clue what happens between grown adults. I bet half of them are already…”
Gabrielle was irritated to see that Brooke would not look her in the eye. How could a woman who had worked so many years in the cutthroat legal system, prosecuting murderers and rapists and dark wizards not be able to find the strength to look someone in the eye after being caught in a compromising but not all that horrifying position? Gabrielle couldn't fathom it, and it bothered her. Another reason she had hired Brooke, aside from the fact that the woman was smart and trustworthy, was that she hoped Brooke could help her out if and when the next attacks came. But if she couldn't stand up for herself now, what would she do when the news came at their throats like the last time?
"Brooklyn dear, do look me in the eye when you speak to me. Women like us are too strong to act humiliated by something so simple..." Gabrielle chided sternly, though there was a hint of a kinder smile on her lips. "... Now I need to make something clear... Whether or not the students are engaging in promiscuous activities after hours or not, you are to be role models for them. Rumors will fly, that I can guarantee, and I don't want anything to make them worse... So i expect that you should keep your doors locked and blinds closed in the rooms you wish to partake in intimacy... and while in school, you are to act nothing short of strictly professional..."
Realizing her tone was a bit harsh, she softened it a bit and went on, "It will be difficult....But we must do everything it takes to salvage what integrity this institution has left..." Smoothing out the crumpled papers in her hands, she raised them up and smiled ruefully, "As for the status of your application, if you didn't figure it out already, Brooke has been accepted by the school board with my recommendation... They wish her to be on probation until she proves her abilities as an instructor which is why I am insisting on no unneeded and unprofessional contact between the two of you on school grounds until that time is over... Do I make myself clear?"
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Post by Natasha on Apr 3, 2007 13:28:19 GMT -5
“It wouldn’t. We’re in our own home and most people would come through the front, which I would presume is locked... Besides, it’s not as if students haven’t a clue what happens between grown adults. I bet half of them are already…”
Glancing up as Brooke came back in, he did flinch when she gave him the look. Not locked, but he would once Gabrielle left. Then Brooke started going on, and he wanted to silence her with a spell, something… Not the time to defend what they had done. Not when Gabrielle had seemed on the verge of saying something. Sighing, he looked down at his glass. Good she at least stopped ahead… of saying something that could have cost something.
“Brooklyn dear, do look me in the eye when you speak to me. Women like us are too strong to act humiliated by something so simple…”
Frank visibly flinched. Oh… boy. Contest of wills, it seemed. This wasn’t good. Could Frank just sit down and sip his tea while the two went at it? Stirring the sugar in, he supposed not. Why did Gabrielle want to push that in? So what if Brooke was ashamed? It wasn’t every day they were walked in on. It was a bit embarrassing as it hadn’t happened in a long time. And definitely not in such an open area.
“…Now I need to make something clear… Whether or not the students are engaging in promiscuous activities after hours or not, you are to be role models for them. Rumors will fly, that I can guarantee, and I don’t want anything to make them worse… So I expect that you should keep your doors locked and blinds closed in the rooms you wish to partake in intimacy… and while in school, you are to act nothing short of strictly professional.”
Listening to Gabrielle, Frank felt like a little boy being chided. It stung, because he knew he shouldn’t feel so wrong for having been about to do what they were… When one was married, it wasn’t supposed to be looked at as being wrong. But listening to Gabrielle just made him want to hide and repent. Taking a sip of the tea, he glanced between the two women.
This was a bit ridiculous, like seeing who could say the most and mean the same thing. Oh, hell. He was in the same room with two very competitive women, who didn’t like to give in easily, and who would probably bring down the half painted walls in their arguments. Why was he not wearing a hard hat, if he had to stay?
“…As for the status of your application, if you didn’t figure it out already, Brooke has been accepted by the school board with my recommendation… They wish her to be on probation until she proves her abilities as an instructor which is why I am insisting on no unneeded and unprofessional contact between the two of you on school grounds until that time is over… Do I make myself clear?”
Of course Brooke would be on probation… Wait, Brooke was accepted? Looking up and grinning, he looked at his wife. He would have congratulated her, but… Gabrielle continued. Always one to say something good coupled with something negative. Brooke would be on probation just like any new teacher hired would be. It was customary, and Frank understood that. Did she make herself clear? They weren’t students… they were a married couple who knew well enough when it was appropriate.
Trying to make a joke out of it, he grinned. “Ah, well, Brooke has ignored me for days at a time, I don’t see why this will be any different. It’s just work.” Taking a sip of his tea, he stood up straighter and glanced at Brooke. “Congratulations, dear. Looks like you won’t have to spend the rest of your life painting kitchens.” Though, now that he was home, he’d probably be doing a lot of the painting. Brooke would help, but... Frank could reach higher.
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 3, 2007 17:19:08 GMT -5
"Brooklyn dear, do look me in the eye when you speak to me. Women like us are too strong to act humiliated by something so simple..."
Brooke had to bite back a comment to this as her eyes shot up to Gabrielle’s. She was far from humiliated. More annoyed at having been walked in on, and slightly embarrassed with whom had done it. Not humiliated. Her and Frank had done nothing wrong and here this woman was trying to hang it over their heads. Brooke’s eyes looked down at Frank to see he wasn’t going to say anything. Charming, sucking up to his boss was preferred to sticking up for his wife. Grinding her teeth, Brooke fought back a vicious comment as she smiled resentfully and looked up at Gabrielle, moving a flyaway hair from her eye. She had noticed the slight friendliness to the smile of Gabrielle’s, but that didn’t help.
"... Now I need to make something clear... Whether or not the students are engaging in promiscuous activities after hours or not, you are to be role models for them. Rumors will fly, that I can guarantee, and I don't want anything to make them worse... So i expect that you should keep your doors locked and blinds closed in the rooms you wish to partake in intimacy... and while in school, you are to act nothing short of strictly professional..."
In intimacy? Did Gabrielle think she was talking to a couple of students? Glancing to her side to Frank who was doing something with that damn tea, Brooke bit her tongue. She was finding it hard not to roll her eyes or reply with any comments. She did however lean back on the doorframe as though preparing for a long lecture as she folded her arms.
Brooke had to bite back a laugh at the mention of blinds being shut. Well they tended to do that anyway. An audience wasn’t what Brooke fancied. Heck, did they really need to be told all this? Brooke felt as if Gabrielle was trying to make them ashamed of what they did behind closed doors. Why should they be? They were married, had kids and loved one another. Hell, If she’d wanted to watch, why hadn’t she just asked? And why was Brooke now finding the need to ask Gabrielle that question?
"It will be difficult....But we must do everything it takes to salvage what integrity this institution has left...As for the status of your application, if you didn't figure it out already, Brooke has been accepted by the school board with my recommendation... They wish her to be on probation until she proves her abilities as an instructor which is why I am insisting on no unneeded and unprofessional contact between the two of you on school grounds until that time is over... Do I make myself clear?"
Eyes widening at being told she’d been accepted; Brooke smiled broadly, biting her lip and her eyes darting to Frank to see him grinning. She frowned slightly at the idea of probation. Had to prove her abilities? What a load of rubbish. But she’d gotten it and Brooke pushed herself off the doorframe, standing up straight and running her fingers through her hair, brushing the flyaways back towards the hair tie as she simply beamed. Then there was the mention of no unneeded contact, yada yada and Brooke could only shake her head, looking across at Frank.
“Ah, well, Brooke has ignored me for days at a time, I don’t see why this will be any different. It’s just work.”
Brooke had been about to respond to Gabrielle when Frank popped up with that and Brooke bit her lip, rolling her eyes. That certainly helped didn’t it? Then Frank mentioned not painting the kitchen any longer and Brooke laughed slightly, shaking her head before looking up at Gabrielle. “Crystal Clear. It would be as if we don’t even know one another at work.” She said softly. “And we are well aware of the line that can’t be crossed. I just hope my marriage to your Vice Dean isn’t going to impair on this probationary period. But I can assure you Gabrielle, you’ll neither see, nor hear of anything like this again.” She added, referring to what the Dean had walked in on. “We’re just getting used to the new lock.” She smiled warmly at Frank before shaking her had. What an awful excuse.
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Post by Gabrielle Blagden on Apr 3, 2007 19:48:09 GMT -5
Gabrielle considered herself an excellent judge of character and almost a seer when it came to guessing ones thoughts from their body language. And why not, she had worked years in both Hollywood and Hollywand, where the most superficial and two faced people in both the wizarding and muggle world lived and worked. She learned a long time ago to tell when someone was faking it. And she got an immediate tingle of a warning sign when she watched Brooks face as she made her speech. She didn't know Brooke well. They only talked once or twice on occasion, usually at the opening picnics and all. Gabrielle only ever spoke to Frank on a regular basis. Hell, this was the first time she had been in their house since the day she showed them it 3 or so years earlier. So she was a bit surprised when the negative vibes flowing from Brooke made her think more of a tempestuous little child who was being slapped on the hand then a woman who was merely being instructed by a more mature and experienced boss. Gabrielle had a worried feeling that she had read Brooke wrongly all those other times they had met. Brooke had always seemed mature and collected, the epitome of a professional. Someone Gabrielle could respect. But right now she seemed more like a younger and prettier Esther Boothroyd, which was never a good thing in Gabrielle's mind. Gabrielle wondered why a kind and respectable man like Frank would marry such a bitch. “Ah, well, Brooke has ignored me for days at a time, I don’t see why this will be any different. It’s just work. Congratulations, dear. Looks like you won’t have to spend the rest of your life painting kitchens.” Gabrielle smiled warmly at Frank when he said this. Poor guy. Unlike Brooke, he had seemed embarrassed rather then angered. He probably just wanted this whole ordeal to be over before Gabrielle and Brooke started cursing each other, which seemed to be drawing ever nearer. Gabrielle was about to respond that she would take her leave when Brooke interjected. “Crystal Clear. It would be as if we don’t even know one another at work...And we are well aware of the line that can’t be crossed. I just hope my marriage to your Vice Dean isn’t going to impair on this probationary period. But I can assure you Gabrielle, you’ll neither see, nor hear of anything like this again...We’re just getting used to the new lock.”For a split second, Gabrielle sensed Brooke’s professionalism seeping back. But then she mentioned the lock and Gabrielle lost hold of it again. Did the woman seriously think Gabrielle was born yesterday? Such a ridiculously feeble excuse first off, and secondly, Brooke should know that any lock changes at the school had to be signed by BOTH Frank and Gabrielle. As much as she wanted to remind the girl that she was much older and not as stupid as Brooke may think, she decided to take the higher road. Let Brooke appear as the child, Gabrielle handled immature brats all day, what was another? Instead of being snippy, she just gave the woman a cool smile and Frank a much warmer (and apologetic) one. "I should hope not..." She said smoothly, straightening up and smoothing away any wrinkles or fuzz in her robes, "Well then, Professor Pratt, I will be seeing you first thing in the morning to discuss your duties and the terms of the probation... And Frank..." She said, looking from Brooke to Frank, "... I do hope you will get used to that lock soon..." Her eyes gave him a stern look while her smile did not falter. She hoped he got the message. Placing the acceptance letter on the table, she nodded to them both, "I will be taking my leave then… I do hope that we will all enjoy an excellent year together as coworkers... Do say hello to the children for me..." And with that, she turned sharply and walked out of the room, not letting her head or shoulders fall from their regal position until she was halfway to her office. Only then did she let them fall. This was going to be a long year. ((Hehehe that was fun. ))
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Post by Natasha on Apr 4, 2007 0:42:43 GMT -5
“Crystal Clear. It would be as if we don’t even know one another at work… And we are well aware of the line that can’t be crossed. I just hope my marriage to your Vice Dean isn’t going to impair on this probationary period. But I can assure you Gabrielle, you’ll neither see, nor hear of anything like this again…We’re just getting used to the new lock.”
Running a hand through his hair, Frank was surprised that Brooke agreed to the terms. She over did it, too. Taking in a deep breath, he smiled softly at the joke about a new lock. Good excuse, not one that could be taken seriously. Glancing at Gabrielle, he saw some slight reserve in her eyes. Ah… then he got the warmer smile, and he gave a half hearted one. Damn…
“I should hope not… Well then, Professor Pratt, I will be seeing you first thing in the morning to discuss your duties and the terms of the probation… And Frank… I do hope you will get used to that lock soon…”
Nodding at her comment, he took a sip of his tea. “Of course. All ready got the kinks out of it.” He noticed the way she looked at him, and didn’t know quite what to think of it. It was an honest mistake, one he wouldn’t repeat. He understood the stress Gabrielle had been under since the attacks. It seemed sometimes she was one of the only things holding the school up.
It was odd hearing Gabrielle call Brooke ‘Professor Pratt.’ It just… was weird. Glancing at his wife, he smiled softly. It’d have to be a celebration that night, maybe going out to a nice restaurant. He thought about inviting Gabrielle, but depending on how Brooke felt about it, he might not get to. Glancing at the letter set on the table, he smiled warmly at Gabrielle.
“I will be taking my leave then… I do hope that we will all enjoy an excellent year together as coworkers… Do say hello to the children for me.”
“They’ll be sad to hear they missed you.” Walking to the door to see Gabrielle off, Frank frowned slightly at the position she held herself in. Leaning on the door frame, he sighed and glanced behind at Brooke. Closing the door, he locked it and moved to the island, picking up his tea. Taking a long gulp, he set it back down and moved to the paint. He knew there was a storm brewing in his wife, it was just waiting for it to erupt.
“Congrats, dear. Not much doubt that you wouldn’t, of course.” Picking up the rolling paint brush, he dipped it in the paint before putting it to the area above where Brooke couldn’t reach. Slowly he started to roll it on, concentrating. “I did leave the front door unlocked.” He figured he might as well mention it before they got too far.
He didn’t know if she would want to continue what they had been doing… though he doubted it. Her attitude would be turned on. It was just time to listen and nod. What else was he going to do? Both women were very strong willed. He didn't stand a chance in an argument between Gabrielle and Brooke...
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Post by Brooklynn Pratt on Apr 4, 2007 16:07:22 GMT -5
Brooke had a fair idea now what Gabrielle was thinking about her, and as her eyes traced from Gabrielle’s cool smile and to Frank’s half hearted one towards Gabrielle, Brooke simply smiled back, trying to make it as warm as possible when she was steaming inside. The woman had such cheek and Brooke wanted to let off this steam. She however kept reserved, however much it was killing her inside. "I should hope not...Well then, Professor Pratt, I will be seeing you first thing in the morning to discuss your duties and the terms of the probation... And Frank...I do hope you will get used to that lock soon..."
“Of course. All ready got the kinks out of it.”
Gabrielle obviously hadn’t taken Brooke’s comment as lightly as it was meant and so Brooke found herself looking at the back door, wishing the woman to finally decide it was time to go. She however looked back at her and smiled, nodding at seeing the woman in the morning. Oh great, more time alone in a room with the patronising old bat. Biting her tongue, Brooke glanced at Frank when he made the comment and she smiled. At least he was being light hearted about it.
"I will be taking my leave then… I do hope that we will all enjoy an excellent year together as coworkers... Do say hello to the children for me..."
“They’ll be sad to hear they missed you.”
Brooke’s smile dropped slightly as Gabrielle said about taking her leave, though she was beaming inside at that fact. Nodding in a goodbye, Brooke waited for Frank to close the door after the woman before she opened her mouth. “Because Dylan obviously loves the stern old bat.” She said, gritting her teeth as she lifted herself up to sit on the counter.
“Congrats, dear. Not much doubt that you wouldn’t, of course. I did leave the front door unlocked.”
In response to this, Brooke couldn’t help but laugh. “Lucky she didn’t go scouting. I wouldn’t have put it past her.” She muttered, leaning back against the cupboard, her legs hanging comfortably off the edge of the counter. “URGH!” She let out in aggravation before looking back up at Frank. “Ca femme! Juste parce qu'elle n'en peut pas obtenir.” Brooke wanted to go and shout something at the Dean that was probably on her way to her office now, glowing at having put her Vice Dean’s wife down in one fowl swoop.
“She should write a book. 3 easy steps to wind up the new teacher. Walk in on her, act as if it’s her fault and finally, make her feel as small as a hair pin.” Taking in a long breath, Brooke calmed herself down and when she finally looked back at Frank, she was smiling. “But at least I got it. So please tell me it was worth all that.”
[Translation – That woman! Just because she can’t get any.]
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Post by Natasha on Apr 5, 2007 4:00:45 GMT -5
“Because Dylan obviously loves the stern old bat.”
Glancing out the window, making sure Gabrielle wasn’t there, Frank glanced back at his wife and frowned. “He doesn’t mind her…” Watching Brooke set herself on the counter, he didn’t know whether to go over and comfort her, or wait until she had her few choice words. Because there was no way Brooke would sit quietly. He knew her too well.
“Lucky she didn’t go scouting. I wouldn’t have put it past her.”
Smiling softly, he was glad she at least found it funny. Pushing the roller up the wall, he squinted as a few drops flew at him. Ah, he’d soaked it too much… Biting his lip, he frowned and continued to roll it on slowly, not wanting to spray himself much more than he had all ready. What was the name of the paint, anyway? It had some odd thing to it. It couldn’t just be the actual color, no, it had to have it’s specific shade.
“Ca femme! Juste parce qu’elle n’en peut pas obtenir.”
Raising an eyebrow before glancing back at his wife, Frank caught most of that… The rest caught up after she was silent for a few moments. She talked so fast in her native tongue sometimes… Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the wall. “What makes you think she doesn’t? Or can’t?” He supposed some older man would find Gabrielle a good catch…
“She should write a book. 3 easy steps to wind up the new teacher. Walk in on her, act as if it’s her fault and finally, make her feel as small as a hair pin.”
Shrugging, Frank moved down a few feet, pushing the paint brush up and down. Why he wasn’t sending the wand to do it instead, he had no clue. He supposed actually doing something allowed him a chance to focus on his problems while busying his hands. “Small as a hair pin…” Frank was going to go off and make a height joke, but decided against it. “I’m sorry dear.”
“But at least I got it. So please tell me it was worth all that.”
Smiling softly, he did pull back from the wall, turning to his wife. Setting the roller down, wiping his hands off on his shirt, he moved closer to Brooke. “Worth all what? Being quiet?” Shrugging, he almost made it to her when he realized… “Hold on.” Heading to the front door, he quickly locked it before coming back in. Checking the back door once, he finally made his way back to Brooke.
Moving himself between her legs, leaning comfortably against her, he motioned with his wand for the glass of iced tea. Taking a sip, he shrugged. “Any job is worth all that if you want it bad enough.” Smiling, he kissed her lips gently. “Where would you like to go tonight to celebrate?” Resting against the counter, he took another sip of his tea before turning his attention fully to his wife. Perhaps she would continue what she had started. He had come home early for a reason…
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