RP: Visiting
Date: Monday, 21 May 1998
Characters: Angelina Johnson
Location: Private residence
Status: Private
Summary: Angelina goes to pick up some essentials from her parents' and her grandmother's houses. Introspective.
Completion: Complete
When Angelina left the flat to go home and fetch a few things, necessary seeing as she had a party and a burial to attend and had been wearing the same robes -- bought the day after the battle -- for three days, the velt on George's forehead had reached a frightening amount of different colours. It kind of hurt to look at it. Not as much as it must hurt to actually have it on your face, of course, but still.
She had made sure to leave before he really had a chance to talk to her. She was still a bit embarrassed about her reaction the previous day. It was not like her to act that... well... girly. She did not get upset by some stupid words on a flier, she did not cry and she did bloody well not run out like that.
Except that she had.
In a way it was sort of nice to leave the Wizard World for a while, composing herself. The air was so thick there, grief mixing with celebration, equal parts of laughters and cries, optimism and hopelessness. Or so she told herself. The truth was that the normalcy of the Muggle world creeped her out even more.
When she did arrive at her parents' house, finding everything in order, her room looking like she had just left, newly cleaned out and the sheets changed, she knew she had a rough evening in front of her. Explaining why she was not like her sister, Nicole, had always been a task bordering on impossible, and it would not be easier carrying the weight of the last few days on her shoulders. Add to that the disappointment of her mother when she realized that Angelina was not there to stay and, well, it would be bordering on suicide.
As if she had not had enough near death experiences in the last week.
Characters: Angelina Johnson
Location: Private residence
Status: Private
Summary: Angelina goes to pick up some essentials from her parents' and her grandmother's houses. Introspective.
Completion: Complete
When Angelina left the flat to go home and fetch a few things, necessary seeing as she had a party and a burial to attend and had been wearing the same robes -- bought the day after the battle -- for three days, the velt on George's forehead had reached a frightening amount of different colours. It kind of hurt to look at it. Not as much as it must hurt to actually have it on your face, of course, but still.
She had made sure to leave before he really had a chance to talk to her. She was still a bit embarrassed about her reaction the previous day. It was not like her to act that... well... girly. She did not get upset by some stupid words on a flier, she did not cry and she did bloody well not run out like that.
Except that she had.
In a way it was sort of nice to leave the Wizard World for a while, composing herself. The air was so thick there, grief mixing with celebration, equal parts of laughters and cries, optimism and hopelessness. Or so she told herself. The truth was that the normalcy of the Muggle world creeped her out even more.
When she did arrive at her parents' house, finding everything in order, her room looking like she had just left, newly cleaned out and the sheets changed, she knew she had a rough evening in front of her. Explaining why she was not like her sister, Nicole, had always been a task bordering on impossible, and it would not be easier carrying the weight of the last few days on her shoulders. Add to that the disappointment of her mother when she realized that Angelina was not there to stay and, well, it would be bordering on suicide.
As if she had not had enough near death experiences in the last week.