-- reason to shine. [michelle]

[felix aaron warden]

Normally, Felix would not be opposed to getting eight days off work. He loved his job because it actually felt like he was doing something good for the world, but it was a lot of stress sometimes and a short break never hurt anyone. Still, he was stubborn enough to want to decide for himself when he was going to take those breaks, and eight days to recover when he was feeling better already… Well, that was just annoying. Okay, so there was still some pain lingering in his chest, but he could deal with it. After all, the elixir’s poison was out of his system now, so there wasn’t any doubt that he was going to get better. The healers and his superiors probably weren’t wrong, though, so he just had to accept it.

So he had these days off now, and he figured he might as well make the best of it. That, of course, included calling of his little sister. It wasn’t like he could have avoided meeting her sometime soon anyway – she had received the message that he’d gotten himself badly hurt on a mission, after all, and he couldn’t imagine her not intending to check on him after something like that. Merlin knew he wouldn’t have had a good night’s sleep before seeing if she was alright if it had been her – and everyone else knew that too, really, since that was exactly what had happened about six years ago. That was probably a part of the reason he was so protective of her now. Well, that wasn’t really true. He’d always been protective of her, and the rest of their siblings, without having anything terrible happen to them.

They had agreed to meet in a muggle café on the same street as St. Mungo’s once she finished her shift that afternoon, and for once in his life, Felix had showed up early. As he stood outside the café, leaning against the wall, he checked through his pockets to see if the note with Adison’s address was still there. It was. What a relief. He had promised to drop by the next morning, so it would have been a bit embarrassing if he’d managed to lose her address in the two days in-between. Once he had put it safely back in his pocket, he looked up and saw Michelle walking in his direction. He probably hadn’t been as early as he’d thought, then. Not particularly surprising, that.

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412 word post for michelle! with lyrics from streetcorner symphony by rob thomas and i’d like to add that blah, sucky starter.

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The blond glanced at the watch she was wearing, another fifteen minutes and then her shift was over. Normally after a long shift Michelle would just go home and curl up with a book, her German Shepherd Jenna lying at her feet, but today she was meeting her brother Felix at a little muggle cafe that was on the same street as St Mungo's. Michelle was never one to start slacking off just because her shift was coming to an end, so she finished her rounds with a bright smile on her face. As a healer-in-training one of her duties was to go around and make sure the long-term patients took their medicine. It wasn't a fun job since many of them whined and complained about it, but it was necessary. Healers hated doing it and almost always sent a trainee, it was one of the first things Michelle had been taught in her training, and she had been assigned to it more than any other trainee, mostly because she did it without complaining and never made the task more unpleasant for the patients than it already was.

"Good afternoon Ms. Carls," She said to an elderly witch as she walked into the room, a bright smile on her face. Ms. Carls was quite sick and on some days she could barely talk, but today seemed to be a good day, and she always had a smile for Michelle. "I've got your pills here, and some water to help wash them down." Michelle said, setting the little tray on the table next to the old lady's bed. Ms. Carls, her blue eyes bright and sharp, and her white hair a perfect ball on the top of her head smiled, the corner's of her eyes crinkling. "Thank you Michelle dear," She said in her gentle, old voice. Michelle held out the pills and Ms. Carls took them in her shaking hand. The old lady swallowed the pills and accepted the glass of water from Michelle. The nineteen year old hovered close by in case the elderly lady spilled her water but Ms. Carls seemed quite strong today and managed to drink the water with spilling any on the blankets. When she was done Michelle put the glass of water on the table, within Ms. Carls reach and turned to go. "Have a nice evening Ms. Carls," She said brightly, "I'll see you tomorrow." The old lady smiled at her, "Goodbye Michelle."

For Michelle the best part of her job was being able to interact with her patients, and Ms. Carls was no exception. The elderly lady had been a ministry worker in her time, working with the international affairs, and she always had interesting stories to tell of all the places she had traveled for her job. She found that patients usually had great stories to tell, and always listened to them attentively, as long as it wasn't interfering with her getting her job done. Giving medicine to patients usually gave her a chance to talk with them a little, and that's what she did as she finished the rounds, giving pills and liquid medicine to six other people. By the time she had finished and the tray of medicine was empty her shift had been over for ten minutes. Usually that wasn't a big deal, but today she had her meeting with Felix.

She quickly changed back into her jeans and sweater and hurried out of the hospital, pinning her hair up in a messy bun as she walked out onto the busy muggle street. No one noticed that one moment there was no one standing outside a shop, and the next minute there stood a young blond women, they just walked by without blinking. There was a time when Michelle would have done the same, muggles didn't see things, because they didn't expect to see them. She hurried down the road towards the cafe, glancing at her watch and realizing she was already a few minutes late. She was counting on the fact that Felix would be late like he usually was.

Felix was Michelle's older brother, one of three brothers, and he among all her siblings was the only other one to posses magic. He was an auror, a dark wizard catcher, and it was a dangerous job. Just a few days ago he had been in St Mungo's for being force fed poison by a dark witch. Michelle had seen many aurors come through the hospital in her two years as an intern, and it was never pretty. She was always worrying that the next time she faced a patient covered in their own blood it would be Felix. And with the war, and him being a member of the Order that fear was magnified. Michelle didn't know what she would do if something happened to Felix, he was one of her best friends, one of the people she cared about most in the world. She had seen enough aurors loose their lives in the hospital to know that his job wasn't pretty, and that not every auror went home at the end of the day.

By the time Michelle reached the cafe Felix was standing outside, waiting for her. He looked fine, he had been discharged from the hospital a few days ago but he wasn't allowed to go back to work for a week or so, and Michelle smiled as she approached him. "Is this what it takes Felix, being poisoned and sent to St Mungo's to get you to be on time?" She laughed and put a hand on her hip, assessing him with a practiced medical eye. "Well you look okay, no visible side effects of the poison. How are you feeling?"

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Notes: Lots of Michelle muse for this one XP

[felix aaron warden]

Felix couldn’t help smiling at his sister, even as she teased him. Instead of replying immediately, he hugged her tightly, as glad to see her again as he was every time he almost got himself killed. It hadn’t happened often but, well, this wasn’t exactly the first time either, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Their parents were always asking him to get a safer job, maybe at some Ministry office or even in the muggle world. He wasn’t going to do that, though. No, he didn’t like that they always had to worry so much about him, but being an auror was an important job, especially with the Dark Lord on the rise. As he had mentioned to them (although he didn’t repeat it often because he didn’t want to worry them), he’d probably wipe out muggles and muggleborns alike if he had the chance.

As he let go of her, he looked over his sister again, smiling lightly at her. ”I’m fine, Micky,” he replied, chuckling slightly. ”They wouldn’t have let me out yet if I wasn’t. You know that.” Well, unless he annoyed them enough for them to just want him to go away, which he doubted. The healers were educated professionals who weren’t supposed to let personal feelings about their patients get in the way. It would make them act irrationally, probably, just like any auror would if their loved ones were in direct harm. He didn’t think that was always a bad thing, though – it did remind them of why what they were doing was so important and motivated them to continue. If not for Michelle having been attacked, he would probably have gone on to become a professional Quidditch player or something of the sort, doing nothing but entertaining the world.

”You know I always have time for you,” he then added. That was at least partially true. Whenever he had time off, he had time for her, but his job did have to come first most of the time. Turning down a mission because he was going to meet his sister was something he suspected would not fly with his superiors. ”I’m starving, though. Can we go inside?” he asked, nodding towards the café behind him. He’d slept until past noon and hadn’t actually eaten yet, so it certainly felt like it was about time now. With a teasing smile, he opened the door to the café and waited for his sister to go inside.
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413 word post for michelle! with lyrics from streetcorner symphony by rob thomas and i’d like to add that not so much muse for this one, but i owed you a reply and it had taken me forever already. the next one won't be so late, i promise!

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Despite her teasing tone towards Michelle had been worried sick. When she had first heard that he was in St Mungo's it had taken all her self-restraint (and an order from her boss) not to go rushing in to find him. Michelle was terrified that one day he wouldn't be hurt, but that he would be dead. The young witch knew why her brother was an auror, he wanted to fight the Dark Lord, and help protect muggles and muggle borns. It made sense, considering they were both muggle born and their family were all muggles, people who would be targeted if the Dark Lord rose to power, but it still scared her. Michelle knew that if she had wanted to be an auror he would have flipped out and told her she couldn't put herself in danger, yet it was okay for him to. And as much as his job scared her, she would never ask him to find a new one, because she (unlike her parents) understood of the consequences that would befall everyone if the aurors failed against the Dark Lord.

So instead of freaking out about how he got hurt on the job (it hadn't been the first time) she just hugged him tightly, her reluctance to let go being the only hint of how worried she had been. "I know they wouldn't," She said with a chuckle, "But it's in my nature to ask these kinds of things so just humour me" She laughed again when he said he always had time for her. "You mean, when you have time off," She teased light heartedly. It never bothered Michelle that her brother was usually working, because it was the same for her. They both put their jobs first, but saw each other as much as possible when they had the chance. Michelle would never skip out on duties at work just to see Felix, and she knew he wouldn't either.

"Of course," She said, when he asked if they could go in. Michelle hadn't had anything to eat since her lunch break, which had been hours ago, so she was pretty hungry as well. "Thank you," She said when he opened the door for her. There was a young male muggle in his early twenties behind the counter, and three customers but other than that the cafe was empty, that was nice as it would give the two a chance to talk without worrying about being overheard. Michelle ordered a chocolate chip muffin and a black coffee and looked over at Felix, "What do you want? I'm paying, no arguments." She told him. He could argue with her all night that she didn't have to pay for him, but it wouldn't change her mind. All you had to do to win an argument was be more stubborn than the other person, and Michelle was the most stubborn person she knew.

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Notes: It's fine love <3 No worries

[felix aaron warden]

Felix simply replied with a playful smile as she told him it was in her nature to ask. Of course it was. He’d never have stopped pestering her about it if she had been the one who had almost gotten herself killed. Heck, he had probably asked her about the attack seven years ago during the last two months, even though that was silly. Seeing her unconscious on a hospital bed, though, with the knowledge that she had been assaulted just because of who their parents were, was an image that would probably haunt him forever. The thought of something like that happening again, to her or to any of their other siblings, or to Helen, their five year old niece… It was an awful thought, but it also gave him so much reason to keep fighting.

As soon as she entered the café, he followed, closing the door behind him. He simply chuckled as she thanked him. He wasn’t usually all that gentlemanly, but hey, he could hold the door for his little sister once in a while. Looking around, he noted that the café was almost empty, which was a relief. While discussing wizarding things in the presence of muggles was not expressly forbidden, the looks on their faces if they happened to overhear were, well, better to be avoided. When there were so few around, it was easier to find a table a distance away from them so they could talk freely without worrying about who heard what. That was something everyone had to worry about in wizarding areas these days, just in case an agent of the Dark Lord happened to overhear. Merlin, this fight needed to be ended or nowhere would be safe.

”No, that’s not necessary,” he said as she insisted on paying, but then he remembered just who he was talking to. ”Fine,” he muttered. He would have argued with her if he didn’t know her so well. They were both stubborn – family trait, probably – but even he didn’t think he could win that kind of argument with her. Instead, he simply looked at the menu for a few seconds. ”I’ll have a chicken sandwich and a black coffee, then,” he said, looking down at the blonde beside him. Well, he could always trick her into letting him pay next time, so he didn’t have to feel bad about this now. Honestly, he probably hadn’t brought enough money either, now that he thought about it. That was pretty bad planning, but unfortunately the truth anyway.
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422 word post for michelle! with lyrics from streetcorner symphony by rob thomas and i’d like to add that <3

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Even though Felix seemed perfectly okay, Michelle would always have to check, because that was the kind of person she was. The kind that worried about everyone else all the time, and always had to check to make sure they were okay. So as long as Felix was an Auror, she was going to worry about him and constantly check that he was okay. She flashed him a brilliant smile when he gave in to let her pay for him. Felix of all people knew it was pointless to try and argue with her. He was stubborn, most of their family was, but none of them were as stubborn as Michelle. Her motto was, the only thing you had to do to win an argument, was be more stubborn than your opponent.

She pulled some bank notes out of her pocket and slid them across the counter to the cashier as he rang up their food. Their coffees and her muffin were given to them, along with her change, and they were told that they could sit down while they waited for Felix's sandwich. Michelle picked up her coffee and muffin and headed towards a table for two in a back corner, but by a window so there was a nice view of the street outside. She sat down with her back to the wall and took a big bite of her muffin. She grinned at Felix, her mouth full and chewed slowly before swallowing. "Sorry, I'm hungry," She said with a chuckle, "Long shift." The only complaint Michelle had about working for such long hours, was the fact that she was always so hungry when she got home. Her lunch breaks were short, and even with it she worked many more hours than most of the healers-in-training.

She leaned back and took a sip of her coffee, and made a little face. It was not the best coffee in the world, in fact it was a little gross. She pushed the mug away from her and took another bite of her muffin, which was really quite delicious in comparison to the coffee. "So, how goes the battle against evil?" She asked with a slight grin. Her tone was joking, but underneath that was a serious question. She wanted to know how things against the Death Eaters were doing, both with the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix. As a muggle born she figured she of all people had a right to know about who was winning the war, because if the Death Eaters won, she was as good as dead.

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Notes: Ugh, it ok me a long time to get this up, so sorry.