RP Thread: Agnes and Dougie (Complete!) Characters: Ags and Dougie When: Afternoon Where: On the grounds, lake in particular Rating: A for ADORABLE
Summary: One of the many reasons why Agnes and Dougie are a relationship legend (and keep coming back for more).
Agnes and Dougie had been playing the on-again-off-again game since the second half of fifth year. Then it was new and they didn't really have a clue what they were in for, what with Agnes being an emotional basketcase and Dougie having a mouth bigger than the Soviet Union. But it was good. No, it was great. For two months straight they were nothing but idealistic and (maybe) falling in love. That particular instance ended in the great hall with a lot of yelling about nothing, and then with Dougie covered in trifle. Agnes had stormed off and had not spoken to Dougie for about three weeks afterward.
Then they tried it again. Inevitably. And again, consistently, for all of sixth year and part of the summer, and then again this past October. Each attempt had ended in a spectacular bout of yelling that echoed through the entire castle, and usually with something either being thrown, broken, exploded or covered in food. Agnes and Dougie were the cautionary couple; the ticking time bomb. No matter how hard they tried to make it work, everyone in the general vicinity seemed to be taking bets on D-Day.
What Agnes supposed people didn't get was that despite her and Dougie being completely unstable, they had extreme history and a sort of unrequited affection for one another that was hard to ignore. She'd lost her virginity to him in a broom closet on the fourth floor. He'd been the first boy to hold her hand in public. He pulled crazy stunts to give her a laugh, to make her happy. She was pretty sure she was madly in love with him, but was completely unsure if she'd be able to admit such out loud.
Today the lake was fit for sliding on. Bundled up in her winter gear she'd grabbed Dougie from his usual spot with Benjy against a wall outside, smoking cigarettes, and had tugged him to the ice with a grin and a laugh and a spark of mischief in her eyes. It felt like a good day. No, a great day.
The second her boots (the usual brown, heeled, ankle variety) had touched the ice, she'd slipped and landed spectacularly on her bum. "Ow, shit, mister," she said, wincing and looking up at Dougie with a lopsided grin on her face. He'd somehow managed to keep upright while she'd taken her tumble. "Help me up, jeez!"