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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 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.

Date: 2017-09-11 12:34 am (UTC)
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House kind of thought he deserved to be judged, but he didn't push it.

"You know, you were a total bitch to me the last time we talked," he reminded her. "But now I'm prince charming."

Date: 2017-09-11 12:52 am (UTC)
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"... yeah, I'd rather avoid that too," House said. "And I guess this means I should stay on your good side, huh?"

Date: 2017-09-11 01:37 am (UTC)
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House ran his fingers through his hair as they walked.

"So... Fin. How's he... doing?"

Date: 2017-09-11 02:11 am (UTC)
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House couldn't have said much more.

"Did he tell you when he left?" he asked after a moment.

Date: 2017-09-11 02:39 am (UTC)
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"Well, me neither," House said, needlessly. "And I only ran into him by chance on the street, after he was back."

Date: 2017-09-11 02:53 am (UTC)
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"Well, I'm sure it was deserved," House said. "And I imagine you giving someone a piece of your mind leaves quite an impression." He'd only gotten a little taste himself.

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