Hello there! I'm Julie Creevey but most people call me Jules. I enjoy my daily fantastical life with my rad job over at the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and awesome adventures with all my good friends. I have my own place but these days I crash at Richards/Wood flat. It's rad. I like food, sleeping, giant turtles, and pretty much lots of other things. I like doing things so drop me an owl whenever okay? Okay. Rad.
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eccentricmanishungr asked: I had a dream about you last night. You were a bumblebee and you stung me. That wasn't very rad. I think you should come kiss it better Oh dear. Being a bee would be pretty fun actually…don’t they only see certain colors? Fascinating. But, awh, getting stung is no fun. A kiss will definitely make it better~ |
Jules bit her lip slightly when she saw the look on Damien’s face, a sure sign that she was nervous. Grayson’s worry only made her feel worse and she mumbled a quiet “thank you” once he helped her up, going to the couch and sitting down. She wrapped the quilt around herself more tightly, knowing it was pretty useless considering they’d seen her already. Still they hadn’t seen them up close…yet. So close to that concealer, she thought to herself. It’d probably be worse if she did put on concealer and they found that out as well but still.
She continued to bite her lip, not looking at either of them them directly. She wouldn’t be able to handle that right now. Her head buzzed as she searched for words that might settle the slightly awkward slightly tense atmosphere. “I’m sorry for not owling,” she said finally, giving them both a quick glance. “It really was…hectic over there,” she said carefully, not wanting them to read too much into her words. Though by now she was sure they were aware of the centaurs. She was never going on that follow up trip was she? Such a shame.
Jules began to pick at a loose thread of the quilt, keeping her eyes down as she waited for one of them to speak. It was hard to explain her feelings right now. Firstly she did feel incredibly bad for going off behind their back and trying to hide but her intentions were good. She didn’t want them to worry. It wasn’t rad to cause them stress. On the second hand, they’d try to keep her away from going off and doing something like that again. But it was her job and she loved it despite the dangers that come with it. It was thrilling and wonderful but it also drove her boys crazy. It really was a bit of a touchy subject. Not rad at all.
Damien walked out of the room, leaving Jules to Grayson momentarily. He rummaged through the bathroom cabinets for a bit before pulling out a first aid kit, returning as he flipped open the lid and picked out a bottle of disinfectant. Wordlessly, he knelt in front of her, between her legs. “Obviously.” He spoke still with a bit more bite than was usual, though now he wasn’t snapping at her out of anger.
With a small sigh, he looked up at her, reaching up to ghost his thumb over her swollen lip for just a second. He couldn’t help but notice how tightly she clutched the quilt around herself and he felt a small spark of annoyance - they had already seen, what was the point? “Jules…” He began disapprovingly, bunching a corner of the quilt in his hand. “Drop the quilt. We’re going to treat you whether you want us to or not.” With a quick glance at Grayson, he gave the corner he held a small tug. There were no way in hell Damien was going to let her get through this with that damned quilt.
He was torn between feeling three things - anger at Jules for running of, concern over the moron’s welfare then fury at Higgins for allowing the moron to even go. He wasn’t, in any sense, doubting her skills in the field - but obviously, she was born without a sense of self-preservation. Unless she realised what she was throwing herself into was idiotic, then she would continue to and it would only get worse. The last thing he wanted was for her to land in Saint Mungo’s as often as Grayson had during his Quidditch career, he all bit practically lived in that damned ward. (Honestly, a small part of him wished that ward would simply vanish - when no one was in it, of course. But it had been her ward.)
Grayson let his hands fall limply to his sides when Jules quickly darted to the couch, and he pressed his lips together as he attempted to suppress the idea that she was intentionally trying to shrink from his touch. He couldn’t blame her if it meant he would hurt her, but he was usually overly gentle with her, and seeing her as skittish as she was bothered him more than it should. He retreated to the far wall, not interested in attempting for idle chat.
He did feel awful, though, that she had gotten hurt, and he wanted with everything that he had to just go over, wrap her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be fine, because it was, but he felt like, somehow, she wouldn’t appreciate it. At least not then, while she was clasping the duvets around her like it was her life line. He breathed out a sigh of relief when Damien returned with the first aid, but was almost hesitant to join him beside her. He did, though, and tugged at another corner of the blanket when he was prompted. He had to look away.
Damien was just so much stronger than he was when it came to nursing Jules, and he was grateful for that. She was so small, and that just made him believe that it was just that much easier for her to get hurt. He had to admit that she was tough for someone of her size. That in itself made him feel a little better, and he unthawed enough to place a hand on her shoulder, lightly so he didn’t hurt her. Maybe it was just a move for himself, to assure him that she was really there, back home with them, but he didn’t think he would be happy until she stopped acting like they were going to bite her head off. They didn’t do that, especially not with her.
Jules winced slightly at Damien’s biting tone but more than that, Grayson’s silence was absolutely killing her. It unnerved her to see him like this and she watched him with sad eyes as he went on over to the wall. She didn’t blame him - she wasn’t exactly being the best company at the moment. She bit back a groan when Damien took out the disinfectant. Great. Just great. She hated being treated - she couldn’t never sit still and it always hurt more getting fixed than it did actually getting hurt. For a second she considered just bolting for the door and hightailing it out of there but they’d catch her instantly and she wouldn’t get anywhere with the sore state of her body.
She just bit her lip even harder at Damien’s disapproval. Sure they’d seen them but not up close. But she couldn’t win this one. Not without upsetting the two of them even more. With Damien and Grayson’s tugging, her tight grip on the quilt went slack and she watched with a certain impending doom as it slipped away. Her body looked so much worse with the two of them next to her. She looked over at the white tape bandage on her hip only to see that it was stained red - she must’ve irritated it when she fell. Not that she stayed still enough at the hospital to great properly treated. “Oh bloody hell,” she muttered, applying pressure to it so that the blood wouldn’t flow out but hissing. She’d been kicked rather sharply there. Centaur kicks were no small deal. They could kill someone with those hooves if they wanted to.
Her other hand went to tug Grayson’s hand off her shoulder and entwine her fingers with his. Grayson’s hand was larger than hers and she always did like the feeling of his hand completely covering hers. She gave his hand a squeeze, not being able to say anything properly to him at the moment for fear of just not being able to say the right thing. ‘Sorry? I won’t ever go to Brazil again?’ Those weren’t the words to make this right mainly because Jules was only sorry for worrying them, not sorry she got hurt. It was a shame but it came with the job and she’d accepted that already. She just wasn’t sure they had. She squeezed Grayson’s hand again to prepare herself for Damien’s treatment. Oh boy. She was not looking forward to this.
A week and a half; a complete ten days without word from Jules. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know where she was, because he did - somewhere in Brazil - but Higgins knew him too well to disclose the exact location to him to stop him from Apparating there the moment he could. Needless to say, Damien was not a happy camper. No, sir.
“She’s in Brazil, Richards. She’s a big girl; she can take care of herself.” Oh, there wasn’t a doubt of that. It was that she was Jules. Bloody irritating, rad Jules Creevey. And she just had to go off, without a single word. Not even an owl after-thought. Ever since she had sunk away, Damien began to glare at the inanimate objects, as though blaming the lamps for her disappearance. Which…admittedly, he probably was. Ten days. Ten bloody days. For the love of Merlin, if she didn’t turn up soon he was going to charge into Higgins’ office and pry her files from the annoying man.
Damien rubbed his temple as his other hand drummed away at the table, staring at the window hopelessly. Truthfully, what was he expecting? Ten. Fucking. Days. It was a one out of eleven chances she would actually owl them. It was as pointless as looking for Scamender’s Nargles. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed, turning his head to glance at Grayson. The other man appeared no happier than he was.
When his sight returned to the window just to see a rapid approaching speck in the sky, he at on his feet and already throwing up the window for the familiar screech owl to perch on. Lucy Weasley. After freeing the scrap of paper, the owl took off again, clearly having not expecting a reply. ‘Home - be careful, Centaurs vicious.’ “Get up, Grayson,” Letting the paper fall where it was, he crossed the room and grabbed his friend’s arm, hoisting him to his feet before they both left the flat with a loud crack.
The world opened before them and the sight of the wooden door felt like a punch to the stomach. She was hiding something from them, obviously. He unlocked the door, opening it with a bit more force then was perhaps necessary. The sight of her made him narrow his eyes, even as she scrambled to cover herself. He was going to skin Higgins.
Grayson was lying on the floor with his arms over his face, clad in pajamas and looking utterly dejected. Basil had only that morning decided that he wanted to visit Auntie Addie and was promptly picked up within the hour. Now, he was pouting at Damien’s feet - worse than pouting; he was positively sulking.
Jules was gone and Basil was off for a visit. He missed them both dearly, but at least he knew when his son would return. Jules was a different case, and he kept going over scenarios in his mind of possibilities for how she would return. Several were entertaining, others sweet, but there were a few that made his jaw clench involuntarily.
She’ll be home soon, he told himself, trying his best to keep his musings to himself as Damien seemed to be having as much trouble dealing with Jules’ absense as he was. He removed his arms, blinking a few times to get used to the brightness of the room before glancing at the other man. He didn’t like seeing him like that, so he sat up and shifted so he was sitting with his back against his legs, leaning his head back against his knees. “She’ll come home soon,” he repeated.
When he felt Damien move, he quickly scooted to the side, not wanting to get in his way, and watched as he fetched the letter. Seeing his face, Grayson frowned. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, moments before he was hauled to his feet and felt his stomach flip inside out and back again as his mind tried to take in his new surroundings.
“Jules?!” He looked up expectantly, hearing his voice mingle with Damien’s, though their tones were drastically opposite. When he finally realised what had the other guy so upset, he swallowed a gasp, or rather, it got stuck in his throat. “Oh, for the love of - careful!” He strode forward, reaching for Jules even as she feel backwards. He hadn’t made it on time, though, so he could only kneel beside her and help her back to her feet. He wouldn’t complain right now, that flood would be let loose later, right now all he cared about was getting Jules taken care of and comfortable.
Jules bit her lip slightly when she saw the look on Damien’s face, a sure sign that she was nervous. Grayson’s worry only made her feel worse and she mumbled a quiet “thank you” once he helped her up, going to the couch and sitting down. She wrapped the quilt around herself more tightly, knowing it was pretty useless considering they’d seen her already. Still they hadn’t seen them up close…yet. So close to that concealer, she thought to herself. It’d probably be worse if she did put on concealer and they found that out as well but still.
She continued to bite her lip, not looking at either of them them directly. She wouldn’t be able to handle that right now. Her head buzzed as she searched for words that might settle the slightly awkward slightly tense atmosphere. “I’m sorry for not owling,” she said finally, giving them both a quick glance. “It really was…hectic over there,” she said carefully, not wanting them to read too much into her words. Though by now she was sure they were aware of the centaurs. She was never going on that follow up trip was she? Such a shame.
Jules began to pick at a loose thread of the quilt, keeping her eyes down as she waited for one of them to speak. It was hard to explain her feelings right now. Firstly she did feel incredibly bad for going off behind their back and trying to hide but her intentions were good. She didn’t want them to worry. It wasn’t rad to cause them stress. On the second hand, they’d try to keep her away from going off and doing something like that again. But it was her job and she loved it despite the dangers that come with it. It was thrilling and wonderful but it also drove her boys crazy. It really was a bit of a touchy subject. Not rad at all.
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Jules staggered a bit once she’d Apparated back to her apartment, hissing as the cuts underneath her clothes started to sting a bit. Higgins had insisted she visit St Mungo’s to get completely cleared up but Lucy was there so the news that she’d been to the hospital would eventually reach the boys. Which she didn’t want. At all. It was bad enough that she’d left - for a week and a half - without giving Damien and Grayson proper warning. (Damien must be fuming by now…) But to come back beat up like this? Jules frowned slightly as she stumbled over to the bathroom to observe herself more in the mirror.
“It’s not that bad,” she murmured, touching her swollen red lip. At least that was the only face injury she had. She couldn’t underestimate the rage of a centaur. They were generally mild and rational creatures but this particular tribe in Brazil was just vicious. Whenever Jules had tried to go over and talk to them calmly, they always handled her rather…roughly. Their leader had slapped her in outrage, which was why she had this fat lip in the first place. Jules slipped off her clothes to take a look at the rest of the damage. She winced. Ugly bruises and cuts marked all over her skin. Aside from that, she’d at least only had two serious wounds - on on her hip and the other on her thigh. She had enough sense to have those bandaged. She didn’t know how she’d be able to hide those though…
Jules walked out of the bathroom, still undressed. She’d apply some magical concealer on what she could so that they didn’t completely freak out on her. She didn’t want to listen to Gwen’s lectures either. Not rad. Since they didn’t know she was home yet, she was technically safe right now. Right? Right. Besides, as much as the Brazil trip had beat her up, she’d learned some fascinating things about that tribe of centaurs and their etiquette in terms of land claims and all that. It was all rather interesting and something she was actually looking forward to writing up that report with everything she’d found. Doing follow-ups would be great too! The situation over there in Brazil was still a bit tense since the two tribes had been fighting for almost a year now. But things were a bit smoother. A bit.
She had just started to go through one of her cabinets, looking for that damned magical concealer, when the front door suddenly slammed open and two male voices shouted, “Jules!” Her eyes widened and she looked up to see Grayson and Damien standing a few feet away from her. She gave a little shriek and stumbled back, landing on her rear, her sore muscles shooting up even more in pain. Frantic, she grabbed a quilt that happened to be lying a little bit away from her, and covered herself immediately, looking up at them as innocently as possibly. Oh, bollocks. They just had to come in now didn’t they? Merlin’s saggy balls.
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Jules was currently in her apartment - yes her apartment not Grayson’s or…
“Psh, you don’t need,” she laughed, scrunching up her nose. She knew Jules - and Jules’ wardrobe - too well to know that was the case. “You want. Or don’t and are just coming along for the fun, but whatever the case you’re certainly getting some,”
she nodded, giggled once more and licked her lips to catch any stray crumbs.The idea of doing something that involved both alcohol and good looking men sounded all too lovely and she was quick to give her friend an eager friend. Fun was what she needed! Which was probably why she had decided to shop with Jules instead of taking a visit to see her cousins (which she must do, she reminded herself, although most had partners and a few children and really, sometimes her visits felt a little awkward). Jules was fun and single like her and really, she was the ideal shopping companion and a perfect friend.
“Sounds divine!” she said, and promptly stood up and brushed herself down. “Hold on a second, though,” she muttered and pulled out her wand. After a few neat flicks here and there, she transformed her black pencil skirt into a more casual knee length, yellow and red patterned boho skirt. Her blouse she altered slightly to give a less dressy feel. Of course Lily wouldn’t dare step out in something that didn’t match the occasion. Now that she was dressed accordingly, she looked up and grinned at her friend. “There! Are we good to go?”
Jules gave Lily a sheepish grin. She’d been caught. “Well yes, I don’t need. Goodness knows Grayson takes me out shopping on more than one occasion because he likes it when we dress each other up.” She made a face. In all honesty, she had too many clothes than she knew how to deal with. “But more clothes are always rad!” Even if she spent most of her time in one of her boy’s shirts and nothing else.
She watched as her friend immediately flicked around herself, transforming her outfit into a more dressy style. She grinned. “You’re brilliant!” she told Lily after she’d finished. She would never get over how quickly she could do things like this. Jules looked down at herself - shorts and a tank top. She laughed out a “Give me one second - ” before dashing to her room, pulling off her clothes, slipping on the first teal mini dress she saw, completed it with a black belt, slipped on some flats, and came strolling back in. All in record time.
She grabbed Lily’s arm with an excited grin. Jules really did love going out on little ventures like this with her girl friends. It was even better that Lily was single - the single ones always did the craziest things. “So you picking the place or shall I?”
