Lonely Day '' Castiel

[Delaney Briza Hensch]

Staring down at the book in her hands, Delaney contemplated why she was even at Flourish and Blotts. Perhaps it was the fact that she didn’t have anything else to do with her free time. Or perhaps she was just wasting time so she didn’t have to spend the evening alone at her apartment. Her only reason for going to Diagon Alley was to stop by the apothecary to stalk up on supplies for some potions she had in mind. She hadn’t really expected to wonder around the small shopping area, yet here she was, bags in one hand as she searched the shelves for books she really didn’t need. She had grown quite accustomed to being alone when not at work, and she hadn’t minded it until recently. She needed to make some friends and get out of whatever slump it was that she was in. She needed human interaction, outside of work, with people closer to her age, instead of the students that came in for Butterbeers on their weekends. So here she was, wondering around the book store looking quite alone and a little lost.

Delaney glanced out the window, noticing that the sun had now set and the moon had taken over. She hadn’t realized it had gotten so late so quickly. Glancing down once more at A Potion Master’s Herb Guide, she decided to buy it and then be on her way. Digging around in the pocket of her black cloak, she pulled out a galleon and handed it to the shop keeper before sliding the book in one of her many bags and making her way toward the door. Sliding through the open door, Delaney felt the sharp cold air hit her face and she flinched in discomfort. She hated the cold with a passion. Attempting to pull her cloak tighter around her, she had managed to drop all of her bags. In the process of trying to grab them all, she had slipped and landed right on her backside. She wasn’t the normal clumsy sort, in fact, she was quite agile, often thinking to herself that she had ninja like reflexes. However, today was an off day, in fact, it just wasn’t her day at all. With her long hair fanned out over her shoulders and slightly in her eyes, she whipped her head to the side, moving them out of her face and reached for the nearest bag. ”Merlin’s beard… I just can’t win today..” she muttered to herself.

[castiellynch]

Castiel had spent most of the night working on the various forms and reports he had to complete in order for the proper documentation for the trial that would be in a few days. He had caught a witch tinkering with her huband's mind...her idea was to have him sign over everything to her and then request a divorce. Luckily Castiel had gotten a call from a clerk registering the documentation for the couple, who felt like something wasn't quite right. Castiel had been able to break the curse on her husband and give him the ability to turn the tables on his wife. The man would be taking his wife to court for a divorce and total control over all their properties as well as a trial being held to send her to Azkaban for the use of illegal curses. Castiel was exhausted but he didn't let it show as he walked into Hogesmeade. He needed a drink, coffee to be honest was the most amazing idea in his head at the moment. That was until his attention broke completely and his eyes were drawn from his path completely...

He watched her fall and he froze for a moment. She was so pretty...he couldn't think and his mind raced. It took him a second to realize that she obviously needed help. He walked forward and quickly picked up the rest of her belongings before giving her a sweet smile as he held a gentle arm out to her to pull her up. Luckily he had made sure he looked pretty good before going to Hogesmead from the office.

"Are you alrigh hun?"He asked with his warm voice.

His electric blue eyes locked on hers. He was wearing a black jacket with silver buttons and a hood, it was opened to expose a cotton black t-shirt and a bright blue tie. He wore tight skinny jeans and nice dress shoes to complete his outfit. His dark hair had stayed straight somehow...even though he had spent hours running his hands though it as he felt the annoyance of paperwork sink in.

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