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RP: Happy Birthday to Me!

Apr 01, 2008 21:13

Date: 1 April 2003
Characters: Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson
Location: Starting out at Angelina’s flat, then we’ll see
Status: Private
Summary: It’s Fred’s birthday too, and he’s treating himself to a present
Completion: Incomplete

( Happy Birthday to Me! )

april 2003, angelina johnson, place: private residence, fred weasley

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anon_angelina April 2 2008, 05:05:21 UTC

Angelina had kept herself busy in the preceeding days - and weeks. She and Katie had a plan now, one that needed to be implemented. It would keep her busier of course, once it was less plan and more action but still, there was some relief in it. Having something to immerse herself in, something familiar in it's own way. It was a bit of a dichotomy, both hating it and loving it at the same time ( ... )

anon_fred April 2 2008, 14:40:42 UTC

Hearing Angelina’s voice Fred turned around to face her, taking in both her presence and her words. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “Uhm, no no, not at all,” he said feeling bad that she had thought he didn’t want her around, “actually, you’re a persona very much grata, I’ve just not been, uhm…” He pursed his lip, wiggling them a bit as he thought of how to best explain without a lengthy rant what had been going on lately. “I’ve just not been very… how should I say it?” He glanced at her and shrugged slightly. “I’ve stayed away from everybody, moping; let’s just put it that way, yeah? And birthday or not I’ll give you this one disparaging name,” he said with a small smirk, scratching the back of his neck, “I uhm… I deserved it, don’t I ( ... )

anon_angelina April 3 2008, 06:37:44 UTC

"I understand," Angelina said simply, because she did. Maybe not empathize, but she did understand. It wasn't about her, it was about him, even if she still worried she was a sort of catalyst. She gave him a smile, "You always deserve it though, you prat - the names and more, but not for that."

She let him look for the right words for a moment, not to make him suffer, but to listen to whatever he had to say. And though Fred wasn't eloquent in it, and not saying much, it was apparent it was an apology rather than anything else.

With a wave, she cut him off, saying quietly. "Listen Fred, you don't have to apologize for that. Why on earth would you think you did? You feel what you feel, and you have a right to all of it, including bursting it out in public to be misunderstood. The only thing I'm ever perturbed about is being shut out entirely, yeah? I mean it's one thing when I'm the one eschewing your company...." She smiled lightly, an attempt at levity. "Just talk to me Fred, don't shut me out - and don't fucking avoid me ( ... )

anon_fred April 3 2008, 13:59:42 UTC

Fred turned to face her, though kept leaning against the wall. The smirk that was on his lips was a good mixture of self-satisfied and eagerly anticipating. “That’s why I came over here, Ang,” he said and sent her a grin. “Not to talk, but to stop being dead.” Yes, he knew they needed to talk, but if they started out with it, he doubted he’d ever get the chance to prove to her that he was going to start living again. Life is life, fight for it. The last sentence on the picture from George kept going through his head, and the longer he looked at Angelina, the more true it rang to him ( ... )

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anon_angelina April 11 2008, 17:44:00 UTC

"Hmm, it definitely provides that," Angelina murmured, shutting her eyes for a moment, and letting the sun bask over her face. She opened them only to quirk a brow at him, "too much explanation definitely. Wouldn't it be simpler to say that you want us to get naked ( ... )

anon_fred April 12 2008, 22:54:06 UTC

“It would be simpler to say that I want us to get naked,” Fred agreed, “but that wouldn’t be the entire truth. That happening would be…” he shrugged as he searched for the words, “a wet dream come true, but… since we are at the beach…” He raised his head and looked around. Angelina was laying on the outside in the sofa with him, and to get up, he had to crawl over her.

That made him smirk, as he took the liberty of straddling her briefly, dipping his head down to kiss her, before he got up, and fetched his wand from his backpocket. Pulling off first his outer jumper and then his shirt, he put both items on the coffee table, before he transfigured them into an oldfashioned bloomer style bathing suit and a striped bikini. “Time to suit up,” he said with a smirk and a flourish gesture towards the two garments, even as his free hand was undoing his own trousers. A quick wave of his wand and his own boxers had been transfigured into swim shorts. “What do you say? It’s been ages since I’ve been swimming ( ... )

anon_angelina April 18 2008, 03:08:22 UTC

The contact of his lips on hers was all too brief, but the appeal of swimming was too strong to be ignored. She stood up, stripping alongside him, pausing in her black bra and knickers to contemplate the bathing suits he'd laid out. Not even she would would wear the very old fashioned suit, though it would serve him right. And the striped bikini covered about an eighth of the skin her underwear currently did. Not exactly her usual style. Used to playing volleyball or actually swimming at the beach, flimsy wasn't exactly the choice she usually made.

Gesturing with a roll of her eyes, she nodded at the bikini. "Fuck, wearing that thing, you wouldn't have to remove it. Leaves nothing to the imagination."

Instead, waving her own wand, she changed the bra and knickers she wore into a serviceable sporty black two piece. "Now if you're actually looking to swim, this is more what I need." Angelina shot him a look, "and really, I can't imagine you having anything on your mind but swimming, really ( ... )