*Apparates into the livingroom of the Weasley apartment, brushing her skirt off*

Bill? Charlie? Anyone home?

*Studies the purple velvet jacket he bought in the hall mirror and snorts* This is so not my colour...

*Turns around* Oh my god! Look at my arse! It looks huge!

*Tries to struggle out of the jacket as quick as he can*

*Billl grinds out a cigarette in the ash try and quickly lights up another one. He grabs a bottle sitting beside his chair and tilts it up to his mouth, finding it empty he flings it across the room. He jumps up from the chair he's barely moved from for a couple of days, grabs his wand and appartes to BlackWood Manor ( Read more... )

*pushes the key in the lock with his good hand, fumbles and drops the keys to the ground* Oh fuck this! *bends and picks up his keys, pulls out his wand and flings open the front door, storming to the bar, grabs a bottle of absinthe ( Read more... )

*Comes up behind Bill at the bar and sits on the stool next to him*

Hey, mate. How's things? Hanging in all the right places, I hope?

*Snaps his fingers at the barman and orders a Club Soda*

*Glances up at the clock with a frown*

Fuck. I'll just give it a miss...

*Sits to write an owl to Bill to tell him she can't make the party*

*Bill is sitting slumped in a chair watching an old black and white muggle movie, sniffling at the ending*

Life is never like the movies. These fuckers are even happy when they can't be the fuck together. What the fuck. What is this shit don't ask for the moon, we have the fucking stars?

Fuck me.

*Shuffles moodily into the kitchen in a baggy tracksuit, and hair pulled up messily, heading straight for the freezer and pulling out a large carton of chocolate icecream*

Fucking alarm clock. Fucking forgot to unset the fucker.

*Glares at the wall and shoves a spoonful of icecream in her mouth*

*Sits on the sofa staring into space and tapping his fingers on the arm restlessly*

*Sighs heavily*

*Flicks ash over the edge of the balcony and takes another drag of his smoke, looking out over the water* What a fucker. I shouldn't even be in London. I should be shagging Blaise and eating Haggis.... *Frowns with a deep sigh*