The Shopping Spree Begins

Jan 26, 2008 23:50

Moonette heard the door to her beach house creak open and then click closed. Was it six o’clock already? She glanced at the clock, then quickly took her arm and swept the several miniature silver credit cards off of her desk top and into the top drawer before....

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rosathome January 27 2008, 13:48:21 UTC
'Hurry up! I said we'd meet TDU in...' Girlyswot checked her watch, 'ten minutes ago. If we leave it too long she'll have started drinking. Wine is cheap in France, you know. Then she'll be no good at all for the shopping.'

Charlie emerged from the bathroom, shirtless and grinning. 'Like the rest of us.'

'What's that supposed to mean?'

He shrugged. 'Well, this isn't really my idea of a fun way to spend the afternoon. Besides, what use will I be in a fabric shop? I can't tell acromantula silk from quintaped wool.'

'Of course you can. I'll show you.'

He raised a bored eyebrow. 'This is sounding less and less appealing, you know.'

'It's for Berte,' she told him firmly. 'And you love her too.'

'Yes, but...' Charlie had his arm around Girlyswot's waist and was attempting to kiss her. 'Couldn't we just send her a gift card?'

She prised herself away. 'How long have we been going out?'

He blinked. 'Um, about a year?'

'And, in that year, how often have I asked you to come shopping with me?'

Charlie shook his head. 'I don't know.'

'Never!' Girlyswot smacked his arm in irritation. 'You've never taken me to Diagon Alley, or the shops in New York. I've never made you come to a Muggle shopping centre. And today, when Moonette's gone to all this trouble, for Berte's birthday, you make a fuss like this.'

He held out his hands. 'Sorry.'

'Put your shirt on. We're leaving. You can sort out the money and carry the bags. And no complaining!'

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stmargarets January 28 2008, 13:49:03 UTC
Kathleen would never snipe at brown-eyed Charlie like that. *shakes head*

Put your shirt on

????

Kathleen would never - oh, nevermind. Some things have to be sacrificed for plot, I suppose.

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