Meaghan McCormack is on the Attack (megmackattack) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-10-08 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, character: charlie weasley, character: meaghan mccormack, time: 1998-10 |
Who: Charlie and Meaghan
What: A discussion
Where: Charlie and Percy's flat, North London
When: Monday evening
Rating: TBD, but likely low, come on it's these two
Status: closed; complete
Summary: (2:05:14 AM) Sarah: also, ALL THE EMOTIONS
(2:06:36 AM) Sarah: Meg in this thread, emoticon version: :-I :-? :-/ :-( :'( :''''''( :'??? :-o :-D o_O :-*
(2:07:23 AM) Andrea: HAHAHAHA I love that
(2:07:41 AM) Andrea: You should put it in the summary
Meaghan stared at her journal for a while after Charlie's message, her heart pounding. She had a bad feeling that this conversation he wanted to have in person might not be one she wanted to have. She got up from her couch with a sigh, and made her way to the mirror, running a hand through her hair. Did her outfit look very "please don't break up with me before we even get started"? She wasn't sure, but she definitely knew it probably required gloss.
She knew she was being paranoid. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad conversation. Maybe he had some secret good news he wanted to share. But the bigger part of Meaghan worried that she had ruined things with her paranoia. Charlie didn't want someone who was so insecure about herself and him. He had enough on his plate without having to deal with her hang ups. She also didn't want to go to the first time she'd seen him in a few weeks with negative feelings. She exhaled, and turned to Floo who was on a shelf next to the mirror, watching her with fascination. She turned and smiled at him, scritching behind his ears and letting him headbutt her. Feeling a bit more confident, she grabbed her purse, brushed kitty hair off her clothes, and headed to the floo.
She said the name of Charlie and Percy's building and whisked her way there. After a few minutes of harrowing floo travel, she landed in the building's foyer and made her way to Charlie and Percy's flat. Her stomach was in knots, but she was determined to put on a brave face. She smiled, hoping it would travel to the rest of her, and knocked on the door.