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a heartbreak in remission - Dorian Fisk - February 11, 2025
January 2nd, 1895 — Winter Festival, Padmore Park
Somehow, the first day of the festival had gone off without a hitch, which was a blessing for all involved in his department. It had taken months of delicate charm work to unravel the magical chaos caused by the young (and presumably powerful) Miss Regina Pendergast and the Bone Menagerie. There had been countless meetings, endless hours of headaches, and still somehow those higher up than him had believed it logical to test their work with a festival of all things. Dory had initially argued for a much softer, quieter opening, however he lost all hope for his voice being heard after every point made fell on deaf ears.
Now all that was left was to pray nothing went wrong today.
They didn't have much reason anything necessarily would go wrong today. The ground had been thoroughly tested, the caves caused by the sinkhole had all been filled in and closed off. By all accounts, the ministry had dotted every I and crossed every T, and still Dory couldn't shake the feeling that they somehow missed something critical.
It was with this feeling in mind that he had volunteered to amongst the ministry employees discreetly working the event. He had experienced enough disastrous encounters to never wish a similar experience upon one of his squad members, so if someone was to risk their lives it would be him. Though now that he was walking through the market he wished he had chosen differently. (Was that a tremble beneath his feet or was his mind playing tricks on him?)
It was going to take a long time before Dory willingly strolled through the park again.
He stopped at a stall selling small wooden trinkets as a ship caught his eye for Orion. The Darrow branch of his family had to have countless ship paraphernalia, but maybe it would entice Orion to view Dory as his favorite uncle if Dory had ships at his house too? Zelda certainly would appreciate the gesture at least. It took but a minute to barter an agreeable price for the ship and barely another to charm it small enough to fit into his pocket. He'd have to invite Zelda over for tea now, which was never a hardship but meant ensuring his place was safe enough for a todd-
"Mabel," Dory greeted with surprise as he registered her sudden appearance besides him. Then, with a broadening smile he added, "Happy New Year."
Now all that was left was to pray nothing went wrong today.
They didn't have much reason anything necessarily would go wrong today. The ground had been thoroughly tested, the caves caused by the sinkhole had all been filled in and closed off. By all accounts, the ministry had dotted every I and crossed every T, and still Dory couldn't shake the feeling that they somehow missed something critical.
It was with this feeling in mind that he had volunteered to amongst the ministry employees discreetly working the event. He had experienced enough disastrous encounters to never wish a similar experience upon one of his squad members, so if someone was to risk their lives it would be him. Though now that he was walking through the market he wished he had chosen differently. (Was that a tremble beneath his feet or was his mind playing tricks on him?)
It was going to take a long time before Dory willingly strolled through the park again.
He stopped at a stall selling small wooden trinkets as a ship caught his eye for Orion. The Darrow branch of his family had to have countless ship paraphernalia, but maybe it would entice Orion to view Dory as his favorite uncle if Dory had ships at his house too? Zelda certainly would appreciate the gesture at least. It took but a minute to barter an agreeable price for the ship and barely another to charm it small enough to fit into his pocket. He'd have to invite Zelda over for tea now, which was never a hardship but meant ensuring his place was safe enough for a todd-
"Mabel," Dory greeted with surprise as he registered her sudden appearance besides him. Then, with a broadening smile he added, "Happy New Year."
RE: a heartbreak in remission - Mabel Brighton - February 20, 2025
The air was bitter cold but Mabel hardly resented the chance to get back into Padmore Park again. The appearance and disaster of the sinkhole had left the community in tatters to recover from the aftermath of Miss Pendergast’s display of magic. Even at the time Mabel had wondered how Dory was handling it given he was the head of the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad. She knew he’d untangled nasty magical incidents before but this seemed to be one of those larger-than-life events that required the brain power of multiple departments.
It was with Dory in her thoughts that the healer entered Padmore Park on the premise of merely enjoying herself rather than looking out for anything disastrous. She perused the botanical garden, observing the many specimens there and making a note to stop by Evergarden’s later in the week to replenish her supplies in her potions kit.
Mrs. Honeycutt had set up a joint stall with Miss Edgecombe from the Ivy Leaf where they sold butterbeer and pastries which Mabel thought she might stop by later to get some refreshments once she was done exploring. She hummed a little tune to herself before she spotted a familiar figure at a stall. Her heart leapt in her chest as she walked over to the stall next to him. She idly looked over the wares provided (magically petrified flowers that had been made into earrings, necklaces, bracelets and hair ornaments) waiting for Dory to be done with the vendor before she sidled up next to him.
He seemed to be deep in his thoughts because it was only after he’d pocketed his purchase that he registered her. Unoffended, Mabel gave him a smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Fisk.” She replied pointedly, as the turning of people's heads around her to look towards his familiar greeting reminded of her blunder just yesterday at the New Years Ball. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself today?”
Dorian FiskIt was with Dory in her thoughts that the healer entered Padmore Park on the premise of merely enjoying herself rather than looking out for anything disastrous. She perused the botanical garden, observing the many specimens there and making a note to stop by Evergarden’s later in the week to replenish her supplies in her potions kit.
Mrs. Honeycutt had set up a joint stall with Miss Edgecombe from the Ivy Leaf where they sold butterbeer and pastries which Mabel thought she might stop by later to get some refreshments once she was done exploring. She hummed a little tune to herself before she spotted a familiar figure at a stall. Her heart leapt in her chest as she walked over to the stall next to him. She idly looked over the wares provided (magically petrified flowers that had been made into earrings, necklaces, bracelets and hair ornaments) waiting for Dory to be done with the vendor before she sidled up next to him.
He seemed to be deep in his thoughts because it was only after he’d pocketed his purchase that he registered her. Unoffended, Mabel gave him a smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Fisk.” She replied pointedly, as the turning of people's heads around her to look towards his familiar greeting reminded of her blunder just yesterday at the New Years Ball. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself today?”
RE: a heartbreak in remission - Dorian Fisk - May 4, 2025
He chuckled at his blunder, the very same one she'd made yesterday. It was near impossible to keep their intimate knowledge of one another at bay when caught by surprise, though if anyone ever asked Dory would be able to easily explain their friendship. (We have worked countless cases together, she was with me for the dragon attack and when the Ivy Leaf was bombed, we're friends, nothing more.) It would be a lie, of course, but after years of avoiding suspicion with romantic entanglements Dory felt relatively safe.
“I am,” he answered with a white lie as he nodded his farewell to the merchant and led Mabel back into the crowd. “And you? What brings you to the festival tonight?” Will Mr. Coyle be joining us?
“I am,” he answered with a white lie as he nodded his farewell to the merchant and led Mabel back into the crowd. “And you? What brings you to the festival tonight?” Will Mr. Coyle be joining us?
RE: a heartbreak in remission - Mabel Brighton - May 16, 2025
The throng of people in Padmore Park wasn’t a surprise; given how much of a central location Padmore Park was to Hogsmeade, it was a considerable blow to the community when it was roped off. Now that it was restored, Mabel enjoyed watching the families gather round for games and festivities. The sound of laughter and smell of food in the air was too great to resist for many, Mabel included.
“The same reason most people came, I suppose,” She responded, keeping herself at an acceptable distance, though not bothering to control the smile on her face. “I wanted to see Padmore Park restored in all its glory.” She’d missed walking through the park on her way to her flat. Walking by every day on her way to and from work, seeing the Ministry workers (Rowan included) working hard to reassemble the park piece by piece was a testament to how integral it had been, and how much the community had wanted it back.
Mabel resisted the urge to draw closer to him but it was about as easy as pulling against a magnetic field. “Are you on duty today then?” Her eyes moved to the crowd, wondering how many plainclothes Ministry workers were secretly watching out for any further trouble afoot.
Dorian Fisk“The same reason most people came, I suppose,” She responded, keeping herself at an acceptable distance, though not bothering to control the smile on her face. “I wanted to see Padmore Park restored in all its glory.” She’d missed walking through the park on her way to her flat. Walking by every day on her way to and from work, seeing the Ministry workers (Rowan included) working hard to reassemble the park piece by piece was a testament to how integral it had been, and how much the community had wanted it back.
Mabel resisted the urge to draw closer to him but it was about as easy as pulling against a magnetic field. “Are you on duty today then?” Her eyes moved to the crowd, wondering how many plainclothes Ministry workers were secretly watching out for any further trouble afoot.
RE: a heartbreak in remission - Dorian Fisk - May 31, 2025
The parkwas supposed to be restored to its glory, so Dory didn't blame Mabel for wanting to believe it to be true. Still, it was a challenge for him to not lean in and beg her to flee while she still could. He had already saved her from a building's collapse once before, and that was when he wasn't responsible for anyone but her. If the sinkhole were to reopen — if she disappeared into the abyss — Dory wasn't sure he would be able to focus on his work until she was safe.
But, the park was supposed to be safe, and she wanted to enjoy it. Ripping that joy from her was as unfair as warning her off Coyle when she seemed to enjoy his attention. (It was killing him not to ask about the kiss to her hand.)
“The gardens are reportedly beautiful.” He was still smiling, still overjoyed to be spending a rare minute with her, but a shadow seemed to cross his face now. “Have you gone yet?” They were on the far edge of where the hole once was, which stood a better chance of remaining in place if the hole were to reopen.
Dory nodded. “Yes, there are a few of us working tonight. Just another safety measure.” He kept his voice low to lower the risk of being overheard. That, and he didn't want to have to answer questions with responses he didn't necessarily believe in. (After all, what was he supposed to do if they all fell in a magic-siphoning sinkhole again?)
But, the park was supposed to be safe, and she wanted to enjoy it. Ripping that joy from her was as unfair as warning her off Coyle when she seemed to enjoy his attention. (It was killing him not to ask about the kiss to her hand.)
“The gardens are reportedly beautiful.” He was still smiling, still overjoyed to be spending a rare minute with her, but a shadow seemed to cross his face now. “Have you gone yet?” They were on the far edge of where the hole once was, which stood a better chance of remaining in place if the hole were to reopen.
Dory nodded. “Yes, there are a few of us working tonight. Just another safety measure.” He kept his voice low to lower the risk of being overheard. That, and he didn't want to have to answer questions with responses he didn't necessarily believe in. (After all, what was he supposed to do if they all fell in a magic-siphoning sinkhole again?)
RE: a heartbreak in remission - Mabel Brighton - July 4, 2025
“I took a quick walk through some of them when I got here,” Mabel provided, still looking around every which way. It seemed just when her attention had caught one thing, another replaced it demanding to be beheld. But his voice drew her back into their little bubble and she paused in her observing to look up at him.
He looked worried. Not in a way that might be obvious, but she knew the lines of his face too well; knew the brief twitch of his brows; the way his eyes seemed to shutter slightly that seemed to convey a deeper thought. So she was right in assuming there were more plainclothes Ministry folks wandering around. She took care not to look around the crowd with worry on her face, keeping her gaze affixed to him.
She decided not to say anything; there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t potentially be overheard. “But I’d be happy to revisit them if you haven’t gotten a chance to do so already.” She said of the gardens.
Dorian FiskHe looked worried. Not in a way that might be obvious, but she knew the lines of his face too well; knew the brief twitch of his brows; the way his eyes seemed to shutter slightly that seemed to convey a deeper thought. So she was right in assuming there were more plainclothes Ministry folks wandering around. She took care not to look around the crowd with worry on her face, keeping her gaze affixed to him.
She decided not to say anything; there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t potentially be overheard. “But I’d be happy to revisit them if you haven’t gotten a chance to do so already.” She said of the gardens.
RE: a heartbreak in remission - Dorian Fisk - July 4, 2025
He kept his gaze focused on the crowd, scanning quietly for any signs of mishaps or chaos. Of course, there were none (yet) and likely wouldn't be. And really, if he were smart, he would be using this time as paid fun, rather than another source of stress. Dory drew in a deep breath and forced the anxiety back a step. After all, if something did go wrong he would need to be able to focus instead of panic.
“Would you like to have some hot cocoa with me first?” Dory asked, glancing over at her for a moment before turning back to the crowd. “I think there's a stand back that way selling some and, if you can believe it, ice cream as well.” Dory was far too cold for the summertime treat, but he'd order one for her if she liked.
“Would you like to have some hot cocoa with me first?” Dory asked, glancing over at her for a moment before turning back to the crowd. “I think there's a stand back that way selling some and, if you can believe it, ice cream as well.” Dory was far too cold for the summertime treat, but he'd order one for her if she liked.