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Harry Potter (marked_to_live) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-10-28 01:33:00

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char: angelina johnson, char: harry potter

Who: Harry and Angelina
Where: Angelina's place
When: Friday
What: Some catching up an some venting.
Rating/Status: PG-13 for language | In Progress

Harry rubbed at the back of his head as he glanced at the door to Angelina's flat. He didn't really know why he was here; well, he did, but that didn't stop the fact that it seemed slightly unusual. With Ron and Hermione so busy with everything at the Burrow, and their own lives, it was hard to find time to be able to talk to them. Neville had taken some trip to find some rare plant life and so there was no turning to the usual crew, and frankly Harry was glad for it. He loved them all, but he already knew what they'd say, how they'd say it, and that was brilliant and all; it just, well it didn't add any new perspective to the world.

Fact was, he wasn't the only one suffering and Ron needed to concentrate on his mother and family. He had Hermione to turn to, who in turn had Ron to turn to. Hermione, she was brilliant and was the new mother in her own right; so, Harry decided that maybe he should speak to someone he didn't usually open up to. Angelina Johnson was a friend, and someone he trusted a great deal. While he realized he rarely ever talked to her outside of something about Quidditch or that, he figured it had to do with their separate kind of lives and catching up with people outside of Hogwarts could be difficult.

She was probably hurting to, with Katie and Oliver having gone through the same hell as Ginny, and frankly Harry figured that he could use the bit of distraction. He felt guilty, horribly guilty, that he wasn't at the Burrow near Ginny at the moment, but it was obvious that Ginny needed time to herself, and with her mother, more than anything. She'd asked Harry to be her friend, and he planned on doing everything in his power to do just that--whether it was being by her side, or giving her the space she wanted. They both knew if she needed him, all she had to do was activate a coin, patronus him, or send him an owl, and he'd be there instantly. Still he felt the slightest bit guilty, but even Harry was beginning to grow up and realized he needed to talk about things sometimes.

He wanted to know how Katie and Oliver were doing too, and he also wanted to know how those who cared for them were doing too. He knew all too well how difficult it was for the loved ones too, and so as he approached her door he wasn't feeling ashamed like he might have in the past. It would be good to catch up, to talk things through, to rekindle friendships. With the way the world was turning, you couldn't have too many friends.

He approached, and knocked lightly. Dressed in a long black coat, over a pair of jeans and black boots. His shirt beneath was a cotton, black t-shirt that sunk into him comfortably. Still, none of it seemed to keep him all that warm, and he bounced on his feet a moment to keep himself warm. He was surprised how cold the night was.

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angled
2011-10-29 08:09 am UTC (link)

Angelina was already dressed in her pajamas, a pair of her old Quidditch sweats and a tee shirt. She was ready to turn in and very much ready for the weekend. It had been a long week, between practice and shifts at the hospital and Katie coming back. It was a whirlwind. And Angelina hadn't taken much time to think about anything, she was just so concerned with everyone else. Making sure other people were taken care of and safe and healthy.

But Ange? She was exhausted. Mentally and physically and she couldn't begin to understand what Katie and Ginny and Oliver had gone through and she didn't know where to start. She'd let them know she was glad they were safe, but beyond that, what did someone do? Everyone just kept saying they were fine.

She was surprised to hear a knock at the door, and even more surprised to see Harry standing there. "Harry, come in, it's freezing," she said, edging back to let him in. She shut the door behind him and took a moment to take Harry in. He looked tired and worn. Harry had been through so much in his life and it didn't seem to ever stop. She pulled him into a hug, shivering a bit at how cold the fabric of his coat was. She could guess at a few of the reasons he was here, but she wasn't going to question it. Instead, she gave him a small smile and said, "Let me make you some tea."

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marked_to_live
2011-11-01 08:57 am UTC (link)

He returned the hug, and offered a slight squeeze to it to emphasize the fact he was appreciative of it, and smiled when he stepped back. He nodded his head as he stepped in at her offer and brushed himself off, before looking around and shrugging, "Tea would be nice, but you don't have to do that Ange. I just thought, you know, I was kind of in the neighborhood and who better to drop in on unannounced to make sure they're doing alright, than Angelina Johnson?"

He winked with that bit of a chuckle, he was worn for sure; however, that didn't mean he was broken, and he could tell she was tired too. Who wouldn't be? Everyone was affected by this, obviously the three victims more so than anyone, but each person had to deal with it in their own way and it all weighed on you to some degree. He let out another breath and smiled as he looked around the home.

"It's nice here. You've done well for yourself, it's a shame that it's one of my first times seeing it; I don't feel we talk nearly as much as we should, but I suppose we both lead busy lives," Not to mention Harry wasn't much of a socialite anymore. He let work consume him, and he was beginning to realize that, that caused some rifts. He needed to fix that.

"So anyway, uh, back to my original question--how are you?"

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