A Move to Remember
Date: Saturday, April 28, 2001
Time: Night
Location: Number 8 Ambrose Terrace, York
Characters Involved: Peregrin Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: PG-13 (for the most part)
This was new. This standing around and studying bare walls and floors that had yet to be decorated, the vast foreign emptiness in such a little space, the simultaneous sense of belonging and uncertainty that came with moving into a new place. He hadn't felt anything like this since Hogwarts, and even that wasn't the same. Pansy was right, Perry had spent his entire life under other people's shelters. It might take a while for this to sink in.
The idea of "home," that is.
And so far, the place was shaping up pretty nicely. There was still a lot of unpacking to do, and there were furniture and decorations to buy. All they had thus far were the bare necessities; two chairs in the kitchen, their chests of clothing, a bed, other things they'd brought with them from Pansy's flat. Perry sat in the bedroom, unwrapping fragile items that he didn't trust his wand with, and this is pretty much how he had spent the entire day: quiet and working. He'd had few words to spare for those who had helped them move in earlier, and even Pansy. Thinking often does that to you... well him, anyway.
But for what seemed like one too many times to him, he was lifting his head and looking at Pansy with his teeth locked together, attempting to will them open. He thought he might give up, yet again, but this was really getting pathetic and there was no reason for it to take a whole fucking day to say one thing to a person. So out with it, just say it. JUST FUCKING SAY-
"...Let's get married."
Sure... that works.
Time: Night
Location: Number 8 Ambrose Terrace, York
Characters Involved: Peregrin Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: PG-13 (for the most part)
This was new. This standing around and studying bare walls and floors that had yet to be decorated, the vast foreign emptiness in such a little space, the simultaneous sense of belonging and uncertainty that came with moving into a new place. He hadn't felt anything like this since Hogwarts, and even that wasn't the same. Pansy was right, Perry had spent his entire life under other people's shelters. It might take a while for this to sink in.
The idea of "home," that is.
And so far, the place was shaping up pretty nicely. There was still a lot of unpacking to do, and there were furniture and decorations to buy. All they had thus far were the bare necessities; two chairs in the kitchen, their chests of clothing, a bed, other things they'd brought with them from Pansy's flat. Perry sat in the bedroom, unwrapping fragile items that he didn't trust his wand with, and this is pretty much how he had spent the entire day: quiet and working. He'd had few words to spare for those who had helped them move in earlier, and even Pansy. Thinking often does that to you... well him, anyway.
But for what seemed like one too many times to him, he was lifting his head and looking at Pansy with his teeth locked together, attempting to will them open. He thought he might give up, yet again, but this was really getting pathetic and there was no reason for it to take a whole fucking day to say one thing to a person. So out with it, just say it. JUST FUCKING SAY-
"...Let's get married."
Sure... that works.