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Sep. 10th, 2017 12:11 pm
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It was the best time of year. The air was becoming crisp and it was in fashion to break out the jumpers and boots. Pippa had a long Aran sweater with chunk, fat cables that came down over her bum. To go with the lovely cream colour she had chosen brown leggings and finished the look off with knee high boots of a slightly lighter brown. She had her hair up in a messy bun.But the crowning accessory was the Starbucks cup that held the most precious of things.

Pumpkin Spice Latte.

She had her drink in one hand and her mobile in the other as she scrolled through Pintrest, looking, still, at decor ideas. Fin's remodel had given her ideas for her own flat. Not a full remodel, no, but it wouldn't hurt to update a few things. Maybe get a little crafty and build some shelves.

And then Pip stopped on the sidewalk near a tube stop and reflected on herself.

Oh, God...I'm so basic she thought. It was just a moment of self doubt. But then she sipped her drink and realized she didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of how she chose to enjoy autumn. Jumpers were good and PSL was delicious. And if anyone had anything to say about it she'd turn them into a toad. That thought made her smile. Yes, she was sure she could manage turning someone into a toad.

"I'm so terribly sorry," said a woman who had to be seventy or more. "Is this the train to Piccadilly?"

Pippa had no idea so she called up the map on her phone and helped the woman find her way. It was a small act of kindness that left her smiling even as the woman descended the stairs. All thoughts of turning people into toads vanished and just a tiny bit of magic escaped her control, perfuming the air with pumpkin spice and making hearts lighter as they passed.

(Any tube stop, find Pippa smiling fondly. She's in a good mood and her magic makes that a tiny bit contagious. Open forever)

Date: 2017-09-10 07:47 pm (UTC)
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House didn't take the tube that often, because making his way around with this cane with all those jostling people tended to be a complete pain in the ass. It always put him in a bad mood. But he was in a bad mood anyway, and his motorcycle was being repaired after he'd had to swerve to miss an idiot driver and scraped the right bumper against a street light.

As he slowly climbed the steps, he felt the change in the air first, felt himself get a little lighter. And then smelled pumpkin spice. And then saw Pippa standing there.

He limped over to her. "What are you, like the good fairy of fall or something?"

Date: 2017-09-10 08:18 pm (UTC)
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House regarded her skeptically. "No it's not," he said. She didn't even like him, as far as he knew. "And can you please stop trying to weave your magic into better moods or whatever. My mood might be bad but at least it's mine." He sniffed the air, trying to decide if that was her doing too.

Date: 2017-09-10 08:38 pm (UTC)
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"The last time I saw you, you told me to shove metaphorical hookers up my ass," House reminded her.

Date: 2017-09-10 09:04 pm (UTC)
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House rolled his eyes. "Got that covered, thanks."

Date: 2017-09-10 09:33 pm (UTC)
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House had no idea why she was being nice to him. He simply shrugged and said, "I suppose I do have fleeting moments of happiness when your brother is moaning my name." He smiled.

He was probably being an asshole. But his leg hurt.

Date: 2017-09-10 09:57 pm (UTC)
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House coughed, completely taken by surprise and sounding for a moment as if he might choke. "What? No. I mean. Pippa, he didn't even tell me when he left, or when he came back. And why do you sound so happy about the idea? Why the hell would you want that?"

Date: 2017-09-10 10:19 pm (UTC)
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"Gee," said House dryly. "I guess I see it now. Who could pass up the perfectly average prince?"

Date: 2017-09-10 10:31 pm (UTC)
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House paused. "Did... he tell you that?"

Date: 2017-09-10 10:35 pm (UTC)
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House sighed. "You don't know anything about us."

Date: 2017-09-10 10:47 pm (UTC)
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House let out a heavy sigh. "Seriously? That's your standard for him? Good news, I can point to about a dozen guys on the street right now who meet your stringent qualifications."

Date: 2017-09-10 11:51 pm (UTC)
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As soon as she touched him, House sagged a bit and his face changed as the lines of pain softened slightly. "I... you didn't have to do that," he managed, not sure what to say. He supposed he could have just thanked her.

Date: 2017-09-11 12:06 am (UTC)
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"I am not," House said, but gestured at her to lead the way anyway. "I'm also not such a great person, as you seem to think. You know, my last relationship largely involved a concerted effort to steal a married woman away from her husband who was in a wheelchair."

Date: 2017-09-11 12:25 am (UTC)
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"Yes," said House, and did not really want to say anything else. Thinking about Stacy was not a favorite activity of his.

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