Meaghan McCormack is on the Attack (megmackattack) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-06-10 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, character: charlie weasley, character: meaghan mccormack, time: 1998-06 |
Who: Meaghan and Charlie
What: Hot beverages and awkwardness
Where: Fortescue's
When: backdated Monday
Rating: SFW. With these guys? Please. Meaghan doesn't even swear very loud.
Status: Closed; Complete
The bell over Fortescue's sounded again, and it's tinkle stabbed Meaghan in the heart as she glanced over again, wondering if he was here yet. It was still 7 minutes 38 seconds (not that she was counting) until the appointed time, but she had been so nervous about being late that Meaghan had arrived nearly 35 minutes early. As Meaghan sat in a small corner table in the small parlor of Fortescue's, sipping her darjeeling and playing the last few days over in her mind, Meaghan wondered if now was a good time to be meeting with Charlie Weasley. This was already her third cup of tea, and that might prove to be a problem rather soon. She didn't want to cancel though. As nervous as she was, the prospect of seeing Charlie again after seeing him at the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup final was the only thing that had been positive in the last few days. Well, and Kirley's invitation to go to France, which she was heavily considering. She didn't see a tell-tale sign of ginger hair in the man that walked into the restaurant, so she turned her attention back to her cup and her thoughts about her career and her friends.
It would be foolish to deny it, she hadn't played well. She'd been incredibly distracted, and by more than just her nerves. She kept playing over and over in her head the way that Gwen had casually dropped that she had feelings for her brother. That they'd slept together years ago but he probably didn't remember. Why had Gwen chosen mere hours before her big game to lay that bit of news on her? It was all confusing. She didn't know how she felt, though deep down, she liked the idea of her brother and Gwen together. They might make a kind of sense, he was sweet and she was bold. But still, she fussed. Her napkin was already torn to shreds and she hadn't even noticed that she was doing it. She sighed and pushed it aside, signalling to the waiter to bring a fresh one and another glass of tea. Seeing Charlie's sweet, blushing face would be a welcome distraction even if she didn't trust herself to not say something horribly embarrassing. She'd already told him she'd miss him, and hugged him, and spent a few sleepless nights remembering his exact scent (she'd pinpointed it down to woodsmoke, pine and clover. That was a really unproductive two hours, though she just happened to have all those scents available....)
This time, she'd managed to dress rather well, for Meaghan, though it had taken her an hour to choose something that looked smart but not to forced. She hoped she wasn't over dressed. And she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and fretted about that for the next few moments as she watched the time tick down. 6 minutes 20 seconds to go.