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starting in my heart

Coffee. Merlin, she needed coffee. Lots of it, and fast. She'd pulled the late shift at the bar last night and then some of them had gone out after their shift ended, and then when that bar had shut she'd ended up going back with one of the girls, drinking more, and then falling into bed together. 

Okay. She was doing the walk of shame. Whilst very hungover. 

She stumbled into the nearest coffeeshop and ordered two large drinks to go, both with extra shots in them, before leaving. It was too loud in there - too loud for her pounding head, and she had zero pain relief or pepper up potion to hand, but there was no way she was going back to the flat in this state until she was sure that Flora had left for work. She didn't fancy being greeted by her twin's disappointed face for the third time this month, thanks. 

Being out on the street wasn't much better though, with people bumping into her - threatening to spill her previous coffee - and she bit back a growl. There was an oddities shop on the corner and she ducked in there, pleased to find it practically deserted. She took a sip of her coffee, sighing in relief as the hot liquid slid down her throat, and figured she'd better wander around the shop. It was quiet and imply lit, and her head thanked her for it. 

As she wandered, the heel of her shoe caught on an uneven patch in the floorboards and as she stumbled, she regretted her choice of footwear, and not for the first time. She flung an arm out to steady herself, catching her elbow on a shelf filled of...she didn't know what, actually, but at least she was upright again, and the coffee hadn't gone everywhere, although some of it was pooling in the lid of the to-go cup. 

She looked around, embarrassed and hoping that nobody had seen her. No such luck, unfortunately. 

"What?" She snapped at the stranger who'd seen her mishap. "Never seen a girl trip before?" 

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Gabe had had an early night in, and there hadn't been anything too exciting. Just throwing the last few stragglers out of the bar in the early morning before he'd been able to clock out and be on his way home. He had a crup puppy to take care of after all, and he hadn't been in much of a mood to sit around supervising his coworkers. Not when they got up to who knows what and tried to drag him from bar to bar, he just hadn't been in much of a mood for it this weekend. If he ever was, anymore.

His morning had been just as exciting as his night once he managed to drag himself out of bed, managing to give up the obliviousness of sleep. It had started with his rather tedious morning routine, making breakfast and feeding his puppy - accompanied my a grumbled lecture about manners, as if it would make a difference. Going through the motions. Having Ollie had helped a bit, thrown a touch more of unpredictability into his life and making Gabe actually support another living being. The pup needed all of his walks, food and such. Things which meant that Gabe couldn't just stay out all night, trying to forget, or sleep all day with the same sort of mission. He still wasn't sure if he appreciated the change, but he did appreciate the company.

Gabe had briskly leashed Ollie up for his morning walk up and down Diagon Alley. Socialization was important, see. He found it amusing to watch the pup's twin tails going a mile a minutes as he craned to sniff at everyone and anyone that they passed on the street. An oddities shop at the corner caught Gabe's eye and he gave a gentle tug on the leash, guiding the pup into it as he began to examine the shelves.

The familiar waves of Hestia Carrow's hair were the first thing he noticed as she stumbled. "Oh, I think I've seen you trip plenty." He certainly had, but then he'd noticed quite a bit since the first time he had happened upon her. "Can't say it's unusual." Gabe snorted as he took in the shelf that she had jostled, "Wreaking some havoc, Carrow?"

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Hestia scowled and put one cup of coffee down on the shelf so she could rub at her elbow. That would probably bruise - another one to add to the collection then, given she was pretty sure she'd stacked it last night judging by the tenderness down her thigh. Not that she could remember what had happened, but it wouldn't be out of the ordinary. 

"Rude," She groused, before taking a large gulp her coffee, praying for the caffeine to kick in. "I'm always causing havoc," She told Gabriel with a small smirk, pulling herself up to her full height. The mask slid back into place; cool and disaffected rather than nauseated, headachey and extremely grouchy. 

She paused for a moment, looking him over. "That's a crup." She said bluntly, confused. She blamed her hungover state for her apparent lack of eloquency - usually she wouldn't be quite so apparent in her surprise. "Since when did you own a crup?" Hestia asked, blinking, before taking another healthy swig of her coffee, draining the first cup. 

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Gabe narrowed his eyes down at the pup, as if it were some wild beast that could take down the shop with a single bark. Not at all like the crup was trying desperately to climb up his legs for a bit more attention, obviously bored with being ignored. Gabriel swiftly lifted Ollie into his arms, raising an eyebrow and almost daring Hestia to comment. There was no shame in enjoy cuddles from the little pup, though he wasn't going to allow the kisses that Ollie was stretching to bestow upon him.

Gabriel made a disinterested humming noise, "So, I'm the rude one? I didn't know it was opposite day." Carrow was interesting, even if she was a handful and a half a majority of the time - and more than irritating depending on his mood. So, fairly often. "Oh, I'd certainly realized." Gabe pulled a mock disapproving frown, especially when he was meant to clean up after her from time to time.

"Since when don't I own a crup?" Gabe arched an eyebrow, he had come to expect more from her. "Stating the obvious, Carrow? Well, at least this is proof you've graduated Hogwarts, what with your breadth of knowledge. I was beginning to wonder." Gabriel scratched gently behind Ollie's ears, drawing a whine from the puppy - the twin tails rapping excitedly against his arm.