Owl: Charlie Weasley
Date: 14/15 February 2005
Characters: Parvati. Charlie
Location: Harry's room
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati is tired of nightmares
Completion: inomplete
The sun glinted across the meadow, and the afternoon light made his hair look a deep russet, his eyes clearer than the February sky above.
Oh, bollocks, she thought. Yes, he is rather gorgeous, but there’s no need to compare him to a winter’s day, is there?
Still, she found herself drawn to the open face, the clear blue eyes, the warm smile. She realized, with a gulp of uncomfortable reality, that the face she’d so admired in her distraction was moving toward her, closing in for a kiss.
Too much, too soon.
Suddenly the face was gone, replaced by a hated, far too familiar face, one which made her blood curdle.
He flipped her onto her back, wrapping her hair around his fist, pulling it painfully while he assaulted her body.
"No!" she cried out, running to the loo to retch in the toilet. Once finished, she turned on the shower nozzle, waiting until the water was steaming hot to step under the nozzle. She scrubbed her skin with a loofa until it was bright pink--more than clean---painful, in fact.
She banished the hated face, doing her best to replace it with one she liked better…one with large blue eyes, a warm smile, and bright red hair framing it.
Sod it all, she thought.
I want to see him.
I’m going to see him.
She strode to the kitchen table, picking up a quill purposefully.
Dear Charlie,
I must apologise. Things have been crazy busy, lately. I still dearly want to see you again, and also to see the hotel project. I might be able to break away toward the end of this week for an afternoon. Scratch that. I am going to break away.
Please let me know which day is best for you. I hope you had a good Valentine’s Day. Looking forward to seeing you,
Love,
Parvati.
She was moments away from tying the letter to Scheherezade’s leg when she realized that it was (technically) still Valentines day. She stroked the owl’s head, murmuring, Wait until morning, will you, love?
The sun glinted across the meadow, and the afternoon light made his hair look a deep russet, his eyes clearer than the February sky above.
Oh, bollocks, she thought. Yes, he is rather gorgeous, but there’s no need to compare him to a winter’s day, is there?
Still, she found herself drawn to the open face, the clear blue eyes, the warm smile. She realized, with a gulp of uncomfortable reality, that the face she’d so admired in her distraction was moving toward her, closing in for a kiss.
Too much, too soon.
Suddenly the face was gone, replaced by a hated, far too familiar face, one which made her blood curdle.
He flipped her onto her back, wrapping her hair around his fist, pulling it painfully while he assaulted her body.
"No!" she cried out, running to the loo to retch in the toilet. Once finished, she turned on the shower nozzle, waiting until the water was steaming hot to step under the nozzle. She scrubbed her skin with a loofa until it was bright pink--more than clean---painful, in fact.
She banished the hated face, doing her best to replace it with one she liked better…one with large blue eyes, a warm smile, and bright red hair framing it.
Sod it all, she thought.
I want to see him.
I’m going to see him.
She strode to the kitchen table, picking up a quill purposefully.
Dear Charlie,
I must apologise. Things have been crazy busy, lately. I still dearly want to see you again, and also to see the hotel project. I might be able to break away toward the end of this week for an afternoon. Scratch that. I am going to break away.
Please let me know which day is best for you. I hope you had a good Valentine’s Day. Looking forward to seeing you,
Love,
Parvati.
She was moments away from tying the letter to Scheherezade’s leg when she realized that it was (technically) still Valentines day. She stroked the owl’s head, murmuring, Wait until morning, will you, love?
Trusting the owl to follow instructions, she went back to sleep.
Characters: Parvati. Charlie
Location: Harry's room
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati is tired of nightmares
Completion: inomplete
The sun glinted across the meadow, and the afternoon light made his hair look a deep russet, his eyes clearer than the February sky above.
Oh, bollocks, she thought. Yes, he is rather gorgeous, but there’s no need to compare him to a winter’s day, is there?
Still, she found herself drawn to the open face, the clear blue eyes, the warm smile. She realized, with a gulp of uncomfortable reality, that the face she’d so admired in her distraction was moving toward her, closing in for a kiss.
Too much, too soon.
Suddenly the face was gone, replaced by a hated, far too familiar face, one which made her blood curdle.
He flipped her onto her back, wrapping her hair around his fist, pulling it painfully while he assaulted her body.
"No!" she cried out, running to the loo to retch in the toilet. Once finished, she turned on the shower nozzle, waiting until the water was steaming hot to step under the nozzle. She scrubbed her skin with a loofa until it was bright pink--more than clean---painful, in fact.
She banished the hated face, doing her best to replace it with one she liked better…one with large blue eyes, a warm smile, and bright red hair framing it.
Sod it all, she thought.
I want to see him.
I’m going to see him.
She strode to the kitchen table, picking up a quill purposefully.
Dear Charlie,
I must apologise. Things have been crazy busy, lately. I still dearly want to see you again, and also to see the hotel project. I might be able to break away toward the end of this week for an afternoon. Scratch that. I am going to break away.
Please let me know which day is best for you. I hope you had a good Valentine’s Day. Looking forward to seeing you,
Love,
Parvati.
She was moments away from tying the letter to Scheherezade’s leg when she realized that it was (technically) still Valentines day. She stroked the owl’s head, murmuring, Wait until morning, will you, love?
The sun glinted across the meadow, and the afternoon light made his hair look a deep russet, his eyes clearer than the February sky above.
Oh, bollocks, she thought. Yes, he is rather gorgeous, but there’s no need to compare him to a winter’s day, is there?
Still, she found herself drawn to the open face, the clear blue eyes, the warm smile. She realized, with a gulp of uncomfortable reality, that the face she’d so admired in her distraction was moving toward her, closing in for a kiss.
Too much, too soon.
Suddenly the face was gone, replaced by a hated, far too familiar face, one which made her blood curdle.
He flipped her onto her back, wrapping her hair around his fist, pulling it painfully while he assaulted her body.
"No!" she cried out, running to the loo to retch in the toilet. Once finished, she turned on the shower nozzle, waiting until the water was steaming hot to step under the nozzle. She scrubbed her skin with a loofa until it was bright pink--more than clean---painful, in fact.
She banished the hated face, doing her best to replace it with one she liked better…one with large blue eyes, a warm smile, and bright red hair framing it.
Sod it all, she thought.
I want to see him.
I’m going to see him.
She strode to the kitchen table, picking up a quill purposefully.
Dear Charlie,
I must apologise. Things have been crazy busy, lately. I still dearly want to see you again, and also to see the hotel project. I might be able to break away toward the end of this week for an afternoon. Scratch that. I am going to break away.
Please let me know which day is best for you. I hope you had a good Valentine’s Day. Looking forward to seeing you,
Love,
Parvati.
She was moments away from tying the letter to Scheherezade’s leg when she realized that it was (technically) still Valentines day. She stroked the owl’s head, murmuring, Wait until morning, will you, love?
Trusting the owl to follow instructions, she went back to sleep.