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   ‘ with all due respect sir, natasha doesn’t seem to know what she’s talking about. i know i’m just a police officer from brooklyn but i’m sure i can help with the case? i have a knack of finding small details and organizing them accordingly. ’

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@darcymark replied to your post: also here’s a reminder that mark’s unofficial dad...

     He’d had to get out of the house for awhile. His mind was buzzing with everything that was going on. At his side was his father, Mark not even having complained when he’d said that he would come along though if it had been Liz, it would have been a different story.

    all but crashing into another body is what causes the hufflepuff to almost jump out of her skin, having no one but herself to blame for not paying attention to her surroundings. bridget knew that eventually, there’d be a new topic surrounding the castle that would occupy the mind of the witches and wizards that resided there. even knowing that didn’t stop the embarrassment she felt after her ( very public ) ordeal with daniel cleaver. she’d been so stupid to genuinely believe that he had any intention in making whatever he had with her serious. of c o u r s e there were better witches (  thinner. prettier, more experienced ) he’d want — why settle for her? silly little bridget. ‘ mark ’ she greets, feigning a smile at the familiar face. she didn’t know much about the darcy boy aside from the obvious. they only interacted on the train to and from hogwarts, their parents all but pushing them towards each other bridget’s first hogwarts visit. ‘ i didn’t see you there. sorry. ’

       she attempts to hide the disdain  (  although bridget was certain she most likely failed at that seeing as how she seemed to have mastered how to fail at life in general ) as mark’s phone rings , quickly feigning a smile when his gaze meets hers. it’s almost comical to her how much annoyance and anger that sound managed to fill her with. it was expected, sure. bridget would be an idiot to not understand how the life of someone as important as mark worked. she was proud of him, in fact. he’d worked so hard and she was okay with supporting him in every way she could. what she didn’t expect was the loneliness that seemed to have taken over her these past few months. it’d been all about his work and the sense of being unimportant to mark only grew with each cancellation of their plans. blue eyes turn to the drink at hand and then the floor, certain that if she dared to look him in the eye, she’d say something she’d regret. ‘ you should take that. could be work or something else equally as important. i’ll clean up and we can have date night some other night. ’