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Checkered flag starts the race

Jan 03, 2008 02:13

Setting: French provincial hospital
Characters: Élly, Otto (Private)
Summary: Unnamed baby has been delivered!

( see you when the dust settles )

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bp_npc January 3 2008, 11:45:28 UTC

Otto had stayed in France since August. He had been there every day with Elly. When he had started his internship, that was the same day that the English Ministry announced that they were keeping his winnings, for hexing Shane. He would still be the Tri-wizard tournament's champion, he just wouldn't get his 1000 galleons ( ... )

bp_npc January 3 2008, 14:31:29 UTC

Éloise smiled gently, sliding her hand into his and turning to kiss his cheek, "I'm madly in love with you, Otto."

And Élly was. It had been months of nothing but support and comfort and sacrifice for her sake. Otto was a selfless man, and after Pierre it was just what Élly needed. She squeezed his hand and thanked him softly, brushing hair out of her eyes. It had been a little more than a month since she'd been to the salon, and she hadn't even seen a drop of make-up in days, and yet around Otto she still felt beautiful.

bp_npc January 3 2008, 21:04:56 UTC

Otto beamed at that, and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. "You mother owled your families congratulations, but I don't think they are coming to see the girl. Gustave gave me a few days off, but I will have to pull long shifts when I go back," he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he spoke.

"They're taking the baby for some tests, but they promise me it is just routine," he said his eyes locking on her's. All of this was in careful French, Otto choosing to speak only in her language, since it was what he had to speak at work anyway.

He had gone through the good news first...not wanting to tell her the bad. But he had to warn her. "The ministry is escorting Pierre here...to see his daughter."

bp_npc January 3 2008, 21:10:15 UTC

"Mais oui," Élly said softly, with a slight hint of disgust, of course they are. "He's a man, it's his progeny," she cursed softly, "Jail sentence be damned, and nevermind the fact that I was the one who was in labor," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, "We should have a name before he comes and beats us to it," she said softly.

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