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Drew Hamilton's Apartment
 

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Drew doesn't do a lot to keep up the place, she spends most of her time in the office. So a lot of things are strewn around and the fridge is barely graced with anything more than eggs, milk and bread. Maybe she'll splurge and buy some butter.

Roleplay[]

Octavia and Drew[]

Octavia WB3

Octavia Boleyngraduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
undercover auror
「 Relationship 」
separated from drew

How Octavia knows Drew's address is probably a big question mark for the other woman, and although she might find out eventually, now isn't that moment. Their exchange over messages wasn't even over yet, but this wasn't the kind of conversation Octavia had wanted to have over the phone. It deserved a lot more than that; especially as she wouldn't be able to gauge Drew's reactions and thoughts appropriately through a screen. The moment she apparates onto her building's front lawn, she's hurrying to the front door and making her way to the appropriate door. She knocks firmly and insistently, wanting a quick response from the other woman.

Message Me • 07:04, 24 January 2021 (UTC)

perfect from the bottom to the top
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.

Drew really didn't think Octavia would suddenly be turning up at her apartment. She was lucky Drew was home. Chances were she was in the office, after...well, giving the news to Eden. But she'd clocked out and had been spending the afternoon at home. She should have been cleaning. As soon as she swung the door open, Octavia would clearly see house keeping wasn't high on Drew's priority list. Which was slightly understandable. The thing about working a full time job is that it was designed for a 60s style family. You'd have the husband go out and work the 9-5 job, though this could go for longer some days, whilst the housekeeping and raising children would be done by the wife. The housekeeping was, in and of itself, a full time job. So when a single person tries to balance both, the latter often ends up being sacrificed. This mode of life really wasn't designed for a single person. But Drew was never a clean person to begin with. She never grew up in a clean environment and had been condition to overlook mess. It didn't bother her. Drew was dressed in the most casual outfit anyone had seen her in years. Jeans (mum jeans) and a white t-shirt tucked in. There was a cartoon, on mute, playing in the background. A kids cartoon but it was clearly outdated and it flickered here and there. She'd forgotten it was on and hadn't turned it off. "Boleyn-" she began then paused. "Octavia," she corrected. "You work fast."

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Octavia WB3

Octavia Boleyngraduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
undercover auror
「 Relationship 」
separated from drew

Drew would be mad to think Octavia would pay attention to anything else, when her focus is squarely on the other woman. When the door opens, she doesn't spare a glance anywhere else. "You piss me off sometimes," she informs the woman, equal parts indignant and frustrated. Encouraged by her swarm of conflicting emotions, she surges forward, grabbing two fistfuls of Drew's shirt to pull her in and meet her halfway. It's a bruising kiss, rough and unforgiving, and it expresses everything Octavia feels towards Drew. The anger, the frustration, the annoyance, the determination; she's putting it all in. "Most the times. All the time. You're so stubborn and infuriatingly self-deprecating, and I hate that you even asked me what you asked me, asshole."

Message Me • 04:44, 25 January 2021 (UTC)

perfect from the bottom to the top
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.

It seems Octavia was doing everything she can to catch Drew unexpected and Drew hated it-because it was working. The moment Octavia's hands grabbed her shirt to drag her downwards, Drew's automatic reflexes kicked into action with her hands shooting straight down to the smaller girl's waist. Luckily, she stopped herself from trying to throw the werewolf straight to Neptune. The logistics of this would have been worked out during the attempt. However, instead, Drew caught herself and her fingers closed in and grabbed fistfuls of the shirt and met the kiss half way, with a touch of tentativeness. Maybe out of surprise, maybe because of the unfamiliarity (she doesn't remember the last time she'd been romantically linked with anyone. She thinks she was twenty eight? It was Hailey) but when Octavia broke it, Drew was still frozen to the spot. But, Drew wasn't one to clam up for long and soon she was straightening herself back up and stepped aside. "Well, you better come in," she said, eying Octavia. Not with narrowed eyes, not out of suspicion, but some unreadable expression. Though perhaps foreign would be the better word. Nerves. "And I'm as stubborn as I need to be," she pointed out but she was also dimly aware that really just proved Octavia's point. "And I asked because, I don't know..." Drew was at a loss for words because how do you explain it? That no matter how much you keep yourself moving, distracting yourself, you'll always end up sitting alone wondering where everything went...wrong. Not that Drew had high hopes. But she was fifteen, she remembered, and her dream was that, by the time she was twenty five, she'd have a big house, a big group of friends and would do brunch. She really liked the idea of brunch. She didn't, anymore, she tried it. It was overrated. But friend groups, that social life, never worked out. She never knew how to...connect with people, she supposed. She knew why. It's hard to develop those social skills when you were deprived of it during those foundational years. "I don't exactly have a lot of people knocking on my door." Drew maybe just didn't see what Octavia really saw.

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Octavia WB3

Octavia Boleyngraduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
undercover auror
「 Relationship 」
separated from drew

If it weren't because Octavia doesn't want to mess up her chances, she might actually pinch Drew's arm. She's never really felt this bold before, but she supposes sobriety does that. This is the clearest she's felt in years, and it can really only be attributed to her stint in St. Mungo's encouraged by Drew herself. She wisely resists the urge, and instead ducks into the house. Even though she's technically inside, she lingers near the door, waiting for Drew impatiently. She runs a hand through her hair, tousling it to the side whilst her other hand rests on her hip. "You have me," she dismisses, shaking her head. Adrenaline is still pumping through her veins, and it's quelling all her nerves as they threaten to surface. "All it takes is one person. The right person. I mean, that's cliché and not always true — there's poly relationnships, but I don't really feel like that would work for me. But it doesn't mean other people aren't good for you, because probably others are, but that's not - it's not them I care about, or should you, because it's me. I want this."

Message Me • 02:20, 30 January 2021 (UTC)

perfect from the bottom to the top
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.

Drew shut the door the moment Octavia entered the house. Privacy. Neighbours were always so nosey and they needed to stop trying to get into Drew's house. They kept on asking to have tea. It was so annoying. The more Octavia talked, the more she lost Drew. She started talking about poly's and Drew's eyebrows just drew together. "Yeah, you lost me," Drew said, voicing her thoughts when Octavia ended. "But I can understand the last part. And I do-want this. I do. I just...I don't want to rush it. Rush us. I've had people who couldn't handle my work schedule. I know it's different considering you work with me-" Drew stopped talking and she exhaled. She was talking too much. Maybe she was being too insecure. "I don't know if I can face another person I care about becoming disappointed with me. So those are my terms." Drew walked forward again and slowly, tentatively, slid her hands onto Octavia's face to pull her in for another kiss.

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Octavia WB2

Octavia Boleyngraduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
undercover auror
「 Relationship 」
separated from drew

Octavia tilts her head from side to side and shrugs her shoulders as she concedes having lost herself, too. She waits for a second because clearly this is important for Drew to vocalize, and although she tries to answer immediately thereafter, her lips are doing an excellent job at muting the quips at the tip of her tongue. She doesn't hesitate to reciprocate, her fingers hooking onto the loop tights of Drew's jeans on instinct like it'd help hold her in. She lasts a few seconds relishing in the feeling of Drew's lips slotting against her own so perfectly. Honestly, Octavia has never liked the taste of anything minty, but right now, she thinks Drew's spearmint chapstick might be the best thing she's ever tasted on her lips. "Woah," she mumbles, looking a little dazed when she finally pulls back. Her stomach feels like a thousand butterflies have been released, and she has a dopey grin on her face. "Okay..." What was she gonna say again?

Message Me • 00:19, 8 February 2021 (UTC)

perfect from the bottom to the top
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.

Drew regarded Octavia for a moment before her lips pulled up into a smirk. "I'm not completely abysmal," she pointed out before moving to her kitchen. "So no need to look so surprised." She pulled out a cocktail mixer because what else would Drew go for in-"are you okay if I drink around you? I can make mocktails so you don't feel left out." Yeah so she's done it at work but maybe drinking privately around an alcoholic wasn't the most considerate. Yes, Drew absolutely pushed her to become sober with every intention of not following suit. Drew is absolutely not reliant on alcohol, she's built differently to everyone else on this planet.

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Octavia WB2

Octavia Boleyngraduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
undercover auror
「 Relationship 」
separated from drew

Octavia doesn't like it when others drink about her, but she's never expected others to adjust to her recovery process. And certainly not when they're in their home. So she puts on a smile and nods. "I'll settle for some water," she replies. A mocktail would make it worse for her. She still battles with the temptations from time to time. She smiles at the first comment, though. "And here I was thinking you'd ever kissed someone," she teases, laughing.

Message Me • 01:07, 8 February 2021 (UTC)

perfect from the bottom to the top
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.

Drew also didn't want to be rude so she put away the mixer. She could deal. She wasn't reliant on it. Getting a jug of water out of the fridge, she poured two glasses and slide one over the counter. Drew was careful to not let her expression slip when she took a sip. If her drink doesn't burn her throat then it was boring. Drew released an indignant laugh at the teasing. "Don't get that far, you are not taking any of my firsts here. I was...what? How old are you again? Like twenty three?" Drew barely remembered her own age and birthday, let alone everyone elses. She gets emails from doctors going 'it's been four years, time for your daily check up' and that is when she's reminded she's no longer that age. A big small 'huh' then she moves on. She does make the appointment. She tolerates it.

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Octavia WB3

Octavia Boleyngraduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
undercover auror
「 Relationship 」
separated from drew

Octavia frowns when Drew puts the mixer away. She didn't want to be the reason why Drew couldn't enjoy her drinks. She could sacrifice a few minutes of comfort. It wouldn't kill her. She wants to say something about it, but decides not to when Drew moves on. The small jab makes her scoff. "Try 27. You've got how many years on me? Five? Fuck, you're already past 30? Not long until you're asked to retire, then," she taunts, smirking. Octavia takes the offered glass to take a much-needed gulp of water, and cautiously set it back down. "You are getting a little wrinkly around the eyes and lips."

Message Me • 01:38, 8 February 2021 (UTC)

perfect from the bottom to the top
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.

"Twenty....seven?" Drew echoed before drawing her brows together. "You're kidding? I'm...." she trailed off as the number didn't come to her. "Hold up..." she said before her ID snapped into her hand. So...she could check. "I'm only thirty one. Just over thirty and you're nearing it so don't start bashing me. And unlike some people, I am happy to age with grace. I think a little wrinkle here and there is respectable. But really, twenty seven? You look younger." Drew should be relieved. Actually, she was. The idea of dating a twenty year old wasn't the best thought. Anything below twenty five was questionable.

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Octavia WB3

Octavia Boleyngraduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
undercover auror
「 Relationship 」
separated from drew

"Oh, so I know your age and you don't?" Okay, so maybe Octavia got it from her file, but in her defense, she didn't mean to find it. It just... was there right in her face. That sounds creepy. Hopefully Drew doesn't ask. "Merlin's sake, don't tell me I look like a seventh year," she winces, "I might just cry." Octavia shakes her head and pushes away from the counter. She wants to approach Drew, but instead sits on a nearby stool. She isn't interested in coming across as too eager or needy. She's never been that way, and she isn't about to start now. "So... do you want to talk about..." She gestures awkwardly between them. "Or just see what happens?"

Message Me • 02:26, 8 February 2021 (UTC)

perfect from the bottom to the top
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.

"You look like you're in your early twenties and-" Drew paused asshe blinked at that. If Drew knew Octavia went through her file, she might have panicked. But then remmebered she redacted everything she didn't want known. "How did you know my age?" Clearly Drew hasn't told her-she doesn't even remember it most of the days. At the second question, she pauses and narrowed her eyes over at Octavia. "I think we should talk about it. I don't like being in the dark...I like things, you know, clear cut."

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