Christmas Drabbles: December 8th
Back to the late night drabble posting... thought it's sort of early still aha got a whole 57 minutes until midnight! Today I will blame the lateness on having to get two fillings done this afternoon and being told I would be numb for an hour and a half... three hours later, the tingling in my lips went away... oh well... no more dentist stuff until May *knock on wood*.
Today's drabble is a quick glance at Fred and Angelina's Yule Ball date. Enjoy!
Title: The Yule Ball
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fred & Angelina
When: Goblet of Fire
Word Count: 304
Summary/Notes: A brief glance at Fred and Angelina’s Yule Ball.
Series Link: Masterpost
He couldn’t remember ever being tongue tied around a girl before.
But when Angelina came down the steps from the girls’ dormitory, he was rendered speechless.
Her dress was a long, form fitting, sparkly blue and her hair was curled in tight ringlets.
“Hi Angelina.” His voice broke and he was happy that his brothers and Lee were nowhere near, because they would have made a mickey out of him for sure.
“Hi Fred,” she smiled. “You look handsome.”
“You, too,” he flushed red. “I mean, you look pretty. Beautiful, actually.”
As she giggled, he mentally slapped himself.
Get it together, Weasley. You’ve got a reputation to uphold.
“Shall we go, then?” She asked.
“Oh, uh, yes,” he nodded.
As they headed down to the Great Hall, he reflected on the night so far and came to one conclusion: it was going to be a long night.
To his surprise, however, the evening went quickly. They ate dinner with George, Lee and their dates. Then danced and sang along to the Weird Sisters. They ended their evening with a stroll in the snow covered courtyard before returning to Gryffindor Tower.
The common room was filled with couples saying goodnight.
“I had a good time tonight,” she told him, once they found a spot to say their own goodnights.
“I did, too,” he replied.
“Goodnight, Fred.” She kissed his cheek then gathered the skirt of her dress and turned towards the stairs.
“Angelina, wait,” he said, grabbing her arm to keep her from walking away.
“Yes?” She turned and looked at him.
“Would you like to go out with me again sometime?” He asked, nervously.
“I’d like that,” she smiled. “I’d like that very much.” She leaned in a kissed him again, but on the lips this time. “Happy Christmas, Fred.”
“Happy Christmas,” he responded.
Today's drabble is a quick glance at Fred and Angelina's Yule Ball date. Enjoy!
Title: The Yule Ball
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fred & Angelina
When: Goblet of Fire
Word Count: 304
Summary/Notes: A brief glance at Fred and Angelina’s Yule Ball.
Series Link: Masterpost
He couldn’t remember ever being tongue tied around a girl before.
But when Angelina came down the steps from the girls’ dormitory, he was rendered speechless.
Her dress was a long, form fitting, sparkly blue and her hair was curled in tight ringlets.
“Hi Angelina.” His voice broke and he was happy that his brothers and Lee were nowhere near, because they would have made a mickey out of him for sure.
“Hi Fred,” she smiled. “You look handsome.”
“You, too,” he flushed red. “I mean, you look pretty. Beautiful, actually.”
As she giggled, he mentally slapped himself.
Get it together, Weasley. You’ve got a reputation to uphold.
“Shall we go, then?” She asked.
“Oh, uh, yes,” he nodded.
As they headed down to the Great Hall, he reflected on the night so far and came to one conclusion: it was going to be a long night.
To his surprise, however, the evening went quickly. They ate dinner with George, Lee and their dates. Then danced and sang along to the Weird Sisters. They ended their evening with a stroll in the snow covered courtyard before returning to Gryffindor Tower.
The common room was filled with couples saying goodnight.
“I had a good time tonight,” she told him, once they found a spot to say their own goodnights.
“I did, too,” he replied.
“Goodnight, Fred.” She kissed his cheek then gathered the skirt of her dress and turned towards the stairs.
“Angelina, wait,” he said, grabbing her arm to keep her from walking away.
“Yes?” She turned and looked at him.
“Would you like to go out with me again sometime?” He asked, nervously.
“I’d like that,” she smiled. “I’d like that very much.” She leaned in a kissed him again, but on the lips this time. “Happy Christmas, Fred.”
“Happy Christmas,” he responded.