Healing, The Pride & Joy of Life

Zac: Something else.

Zac: But if you want to keep it just as friends, we can do that.

“I was hoping that I could find alternative ingredients to a certain healing potion.” 

“And why were you trying to that,” Deirdra asked with forced patience, “when the current ingredients already work so well?”

Lissa pouted slightly. “It was for an experiment.” 

“And what experiment might that be?”

Carter nodded, jotting down what she said as they spoke. She was already forming a plan, but she’d need all the information she could get in order to follow it through. “That’ll be fine, but it’d be better if I could talk to her in person.” She countered, wanting to ensure her specific questions were answered in one go, and not waste more time on correspondence. “I can go to her, if she’d be amenable to speaking with me, and swing by St. Mungo’s while I’m there.”

Deirdra nodded. “I’ll send my mother an owl right away to let her know you’re coming. I’ll also send an owl to my former colleagues at St. Mungo’s. Is...is there anything else you need?”

Nodding, Carter resisted the urge to ask who in Europe had been on her case. Clearly, they hadn’t been doing their job, but it wouldn’t make much of a difference now - she had cut all ties to her old life, and she needed it to stay that way, as much as she could. She ignored the blatant hole in her reasoning - Thaddeus - and continued. “Do you have any witnesses?” She glanced curiously at the other man, wondering how he played into all of this. “I need as much information as I can to file the report - and it’ll be much faster to put an end to this for you that way. I’m - I’m sorry, I know it can be uncomfortable.”

“Zac were there at the festival when Richard threatened me. Richard also threatened my mum. She’s still in England, but I can send her an owl and I’m sure she’d be more than happy to send back an official statement. And there’s all the healers at St. Mungo’s who looked after me when I was injured. They saw the extent to which I was hurt.”

Isaac lead her to the nearest cafe, taking his hands out of his pockets only once they were safely inside the warm building. “I don’t see how anyone is just standing out there. At least move around some, right?” he commented, shaking his head in bewilderment. “If you want to find somewhere to sit, I can go ahead and order the drinks,” he offered. “Unless you wanted something other than cocoa.”

“No, cocoa would be perfect, thanks.” Deirdra found an empty table and sat down, she turned so she could see Zac from where he stood in line. A soft smile pulled at her lips as she watched him. She was happy. There was no doubt about it. 

Zac: Great, in that case, can I take you to dinner?

Deirdra: As friends?

Zac: Hi Dee, are you busy Friday night?

Zac smiled, “That’s great, I’m glad to hear you had a good time.” He glanced around briefly before looking at her again. “It’s a little crowded and I think I can feel myself going numb, so what do you say we go grab a hot drink?”

Deirdra nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. It’s a little too crowded for my liking any way. Lead the way, good sir.”