RP: Exactly
Characters: Cho and Percy Weasley, Jun Chang.
Location: Jun Chang's apartment, London.
Date: 28th of May, 2000
Status: Private.
Summary: News and silence simultaneously break.
Completion: In progress.
Funny how it never seemed to get easier.
In fact, it appeared to have become significantly harder, and though father had expressed some real almost-happiness at the prospect of dinner with herself and Percy, it made Cho all the more nervous to know that she would shortly be crushing it -- quite deliberately -- under heel. She'd dressed up to break her father's heart. She'd even done something a little different with her hair. Were those new shoes, or just ones she'd forgotten at the back of the closet?
Because that's right, of course, it was much easier to think of these things than how to truly say what needed to be said: no tricks, no congee, no backward half language. Cho would step in with a spine and tell father exactly how she felt, exactly what they'd been thinking, exactly what it meant. And of course -- of course she was frightened! Percy knew, even if she hadn't been able to say it yet; there'd been long evenings, a certain tenseness in healed joints -- not anything obvious to someone who wouldn't know, but then that was how it had always been. A secret.
You see, Cho's brand of fear had nothing to do with her pride. Dark heads would be held high, so...
Count of three. Gather breath -- knock --
And of course Ru screamed, from somewhere in Jun's labyrinth; the aftermath included silence and a sidelong, blatant gaze at Percy. Cho remained stoic, squeezing his hand, but took in rather too long a breath. "Are you ready? The world is opening."
And of course of course before he could answer the door swung open with a long, guilty creak.
"Children! Did I set a table for three?"
Location: Jun Chang's apartment, London.
Date: 28th of May, 2000
Status: Private.
Summary: News and silence simultaneously break.
Completion: In progress.
Funny how it never seemed to get easier.
In fact, it appeared to have become significantly harder, and though father had expressed some real almost-happiness at the prospect of dinner with herself and Percy, it made Cho all the more nervous to know that she would shortly be crushing it -- quite deliberately -- under heel. She'd dressed up to break her father's heart. She'd even done something a little different with her hair. Were those new shoes, or just ones she'd forgotten at the back of the closet?
Because that's right, of course, it was much easier to think of these things than how to truly say what needed to be said: no tricks, no congee, no backward half language. Cho would step in with a spine and tell father exactly how she felt, exactly what they'd been thinking, exactly what it meant. And of course -- of course she was frightened! Percy knew, even if she hadn't been able to say it yet; there'd been long evenings, a certain tenseness in healed joints -- not anything obvious to someone who wouldn't know, but then that was how it had always been. A secret.
You see, Cho's brand of fear had nothing to do with her pride. Dark heads would be held high, so...
Count of three. Gather breath -- knock --
And of course Ru screamed, from somewhere in Jun's labyrinth; the aftermath included silence and a sidelong, blatant gaze at Percy. Cho remained stoic, squeezing his hand, but took in rather too long a breath. "Are you ready? The world is opening."
And of course of course before he could answer the door swung open with a long, guilty creak.
"Children! Did I set a table for three?"