Cecilia Jacobs : Date Night

[george_goesboom]

George had hardly been able to think about anything else since leaving Cecilia's office at St-Mungo's two days prior. He'd come home to a flat that resembled a disaster zone more than a place where an adult person actually lived, but had since done little more to clean up after his blind rampage than to sweep the majority of the carnage aside with

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[ccecilia]

Cecilia found herself waking up that morning with a fit of butterflies in her stomach. Meeting George the other day had felt fateful. It had been so random and so strange - squid ink of all things - but somehow, among temporary blindness, a serial killer on the loose and all of that oddity they had this moment. This warm, charming, light moment that left Cecilia dazed the rest of the day and certainly through the night.

Especially when she relived that lingering kiss on her cheek.

She was now working on the final touches of dinner while fixing her hair - her wand working double duty as she did her best to get ready in time. She'd had to shower twice thanks to a young girl vomiting all over her shoes and as she worked a frizz-free potion through her hair, she hoped she smelled more like lavender than, well, puke.

When she heard the knock come at the door, Cecilia took one final glance at herself in the mirror. Her blond hair was styled in sleek, loose waves around her shoulders and she kept her make-up simple. The dress she chose

[george_goesboom]

Had he stood just a few inches closer to the ground, George was quite sure that his jaw would've actually hit the pavement between his feet. He had certainly found her to be terribly pretty back at her office, but this - the way her hair glimmered as it fell around her, the glow that seemed to be eminating from her face, and the dress, bloody hell, how was he expected to focus on anything el-

"Oh, my poor heart, where has it gone?
It's left me for a spelllll!"

"Bloody-," George jumped at the comically squeeky, harmonized rendition of the well-known classic that had just burst forth from the small drawstring bag in which he had tossed the salt and pepper shakers. He fumbled his wand out of his jacket's inner pocket and quickly jabbed it at the bag, cutting short the tune.

"Erm. Hi," he finally replied, meeting Cecilia's gaze (wow) with a sheepish grin. "Well...there goes my party trick."

[ccecilia]

He looked good.

He had looked good even covered in squid ink with the way his shirt fit snugly around his body (yes, she had noticed). But now, standing outside of her apartment, she was very, incredibly impressed. And excited. And suddenly falling into a bit of a giggle as she heard two very squeaky voices singing one of her favorite songs. She covered her mouth with her hand as she stifled the laughter, finally stepping aside to let him come in.

"Please, come in. You know, they sound rather lovely," she told him. "The two-part harmony is a very interesting take. We ought to send a letter to Celestina to let her know."

[george_goesboom]

Her laugh entirely made up for the mild embarrassment brought on by the shakers' preemptive strike. Lovely and striking and sending butterflies fluttering around his stomach, like everything else about her, it seemed. He wasn't quite sure how she had managed to get under his skin so suddenly and thoroughly, but somehow he really didn't mind it.

"And inspire another 'The Best of' album of re-recordings? I don't think the wizarding world could take it," he joked as he walked in, doing an odd sort of wheel-about as he did so in order to keep his eyes on her.

"In case these things," he jiggled the back in his hand, "hadn't completely given me away yet, may I just say, you look absolutely stunning."