Everett Moore

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

(giggles) Well, seeing as I don't know who she is, you're secret's safe with me, Everett.

And thank you for that. Maybe one day you'll figure it out and then I'll be at your mercy.

Everett linked arms and continued on the way with her at his side. "They really are that terrible. You're just being nice." He jested and shook his head. "What are his favorite anyway? I feel like it being so close to Christmas we should do those fun shaped ones but are those really that practical? I'm only saying because they should have some nutritional value." He winked and nodded his head down the hall. "I know I think of the most mundane things even when they're supposed to be fun."

Perhaps you should be the guinea pig?

"I'd be up for being the guinea pig. Come on let's try it out."

I don’t think so. I’ve met a few muggles and I’ve never met any wearing that much eyeliner. Not even girls.

"Well mate I just don't think you're looking in the right places. I mean there's probably not too many that do wear it like that but still he can't be the only one. There's just no way."

"one of these days I might win and actually get to keep my jammy dodgers"

"You put up your best sweets when you lose? Sir that's even worse."

"Well I can't say I don't applaud your effort. I suppose that's one way to utilize your resources. What are you planning on doing with all of it? Just creating or hoard?"

"And remind me again why I’m the one who’s about to showered in two different types of glitter?”

"Well I need to see it. I mean I cat really take it all in if it's all over me first. It makes sense. You can't argue logic. You just can't."

"You can sit here, it’s okay"

"Well you know we both could sit in the same spot. Err well I mean me sit down a little ways from you. Come on really I'd like if you did."

Well you must have an amazing best friend, a good listener too.

"She's pretty alright. But don't tell her I said so. It'd go straight to her head."

Marion closed her eyes for a second as he wiped away her tears before opening them with a grin, “But I do…” she whispered back, “Because you need to know just how grateful I am to have you, Everett Moore.” She only used his full name to emphasize her point further, to emphasize just how grateful she was that he was there for her and he always would be. Leaning into his hand, Marion giggled, “But Ev, you can’t bake!” She was only sort of teasing but her spirits were lifted now, thanks to her best friend, and that’s what mattered.

"Well Marion Hale I believe we've both got a lot of thank you's owed to one another." He chimed right back. He did adore that about her, how she was also so sweet even when it wasn't an ideal situation. At least she was sweet with him but he knew he wasn't the only one. "What happened to that saying it's the thought that counts?" Everett pulled his hand away, tucking both of them up under his own arms. "Sure my biscuits might be like pucks but that doesn't mean I don't genuinely want him to enjoy them." He rolled his eyes playfully, scrunching his nose at her. "Lucky for both he and I you're coming with me to the kitchens. Now no more shuffling about. We've got a care package and my sweet tooth to fix up."

I-I don’t think that’ a bad th-thing. It j-just means you’ve g-got lots t-to say.

"A bit yeah. It's not a bad thing I'm just not used to someone other than my best mate being okay with my mindless jabbering."

"Who says I’m drinking it straight? I mean, I will be at some point, but you mix it with fuckin’ tonic, duh,"

"I'm aware of what you mix it with. Still doesn't make it any less of an offensive drink. But everyone's got their own taste buds I suppose. Have you actually gotten any yet?"

Marion smiled through the tears that were now forming. They weren’t tears of sadness as they probably would have been a few moments before but of happiness. She didn’t know what she would do without Everett, “Thank you, Ev…” Her voice was thick with tears so she quickly wiped them away. She nodded, “Yeah, that’s a good idea. We’ll make sure he knows it’s from you too. He’s always liked you.” Marion returned the hug gratefully, burying her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling. His scent was familiar, warm and comforting. It made her feel so much better, “What would I do without you, Ev?”

Everett just held her quietly. It felt as though there were more he could do just by being there than anything else. It was a stupid suggestion but he got her to smile and that was what really matter to him. "You don't need to thank me Marion." He whispered softly as he squeezed her and slowly pulled back to look at her. His hand came up and brushed away any indication that she may have been crying. "We both know we'd go stark raving mad with out each other so none of that talk." Everett smiled softly and cupped her cheek. "Now we've got some serious baking to do if we're going to make him really smile that Hale smile."

No, I-I’m being genuinely serious. You’re v-very interesting, s-seriously.

"You certainly know how to make a guy blush in very few words don't you? I guess you just struck the right notes and I happen to have a hard time shutting my mouth about everything."