ministrywhore (ministrywhore) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-28 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: charlie weasley, character: sally-anne perks, player: dea, player: emily |
Who: Sally-Anne Perks & Charlotte Weasley
When: 7/28
Where: Lesbian Bar in Muggle London
What: Charlie is getting his troll on.
Sally-Anne didn't go out much. She wasn't one for big crowds or tight spaces. She had been like that before the war and life in a cell made it worse. Still, she saw no need in being a hermit when there were plenty of single women out there. There was one pub that had always been her favorite. A little muggle place that had a group of regulars and a stream of random pop ins. She was by no means a regular. She maybe came once a month at most and if she thought about it, it had probably been three since the last time she was here.
She both loved and hated it. Hated that lesbians needed a place to call there own. Loved that she could be accepted for who she was in an instant. Butch, lipstick, girly or still questioning they were all welcomed here. A part of something that wasn't seen as weird or strange. The happenings at the Ministry had shaken her far more than she was wanting to admit. She had poured everything she had into them and now she felt persecuted once again. It brought back painful flashbacks to the time before she was sent to Azkaban for being a muggleborn. The same judgment, the same disapproving glare. Lavender had the audacity to question her actions. She had learned her lesson once before and the nosy cunt would do well to remember that. If she made trouble and got pushed out from the start she'd never have the footing to help herself later on if it came to that. If she played along it gave her a better opportunity. She wasn't a fool.
She waved for a vodka and tonic, needing to get her head out of such thoughts. Her wand was tucked safely in her purse and for the moment she could indulge in being normal. Another regular lesbian in a lesbian pub where no one would fault her for her sexuality. It was a nice breather. She hoped wherever Diggory was he was a woman. Maybe he could see how it felt to be treated like a freak for feeling something on the inside that didn't match society's expectations for what was on the outside. Not that she wanted to think about him, she'd rather think about the pretty redhead that just walked in.