WHO: Fred and Angela WHEN: Friday night WHERE: Three Broomsticks WHAT: Fred is being clueless, and Angie's not off the hook in that department either RATING: Probably PG STATUS: Incomplete
Fred, despite being grateful to Sirius for the use of his house, still hadn't quite gotten used to the place. Though they only used the place for their experiments, it had nearly turned into a living arrangement thanks to how much time they had to spend watching things bubble. The house -- or more specifically, Kretcher and that impossible painting of Walburga -- was a lot to get used to all at once. He preferred a more intimate setting. Just not as intimate as living and working in a tiny loft. That seemed to be his life in a nutshell: either too much or too little of everything.
One thing could be counted on to be just right, though. His friends had yet to disappoint him, and he couldn't wait to just sit in a noisy pub and hang out with Angela. He arrived early and snagged a table in a corner, not an easy feat on a Friday night. He ordered two 'beers and hoped Angie would show up before hers got warm. Or perhaps not, since then he'd have an excuse to drink it.
That never came to pass, though, as he saw Angie come through the door shortly after their drinks arrived. He stood up and waved to get her attention, grinning in his usual fashion.