RP: Well...
Characters: Angelina Johnson, George Weasley Date: Mid-December 1999 Summary: Angelina and George have just been letting things go.
It had been months. Months, and things hadn't really changed between them. Angelina wasn't going to put all of the blame on George by any means- it wasn't as though she'd been quick to define their...whatever this was...either, but whatever the deal was, she wasn't happy with it.
She was happy with George, though. She knew that much- that he made her happy and that she wanted whatever it was that they had and what they could have. And she also loved working with him at the shop- doing all the numbers and talking about new joke ideas in bed. She'd also taken on a few other clients as well, mainly shops in Diagon Alley.
Which was what she was doing tonight. Sitting around the living room in her pajamas (one of George's old button-down shirts- probably uniform shirt from school- and her ridiculous lion slippers) and her reading glasses and doing the books for Twilfit and Tattings.