en_chambers (en_chambers) wrote in before_enigma, @ 2008-12-24 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 2003, character: aidan chambers, character: ginny weasley |
When: December 21st 2003.
Who: Ginny Weasley & Aidan Chambers.
Where: Somewhere down Diagon Alley.
Private/Public: Semi-private. It's in a public place, after all.
Rating: TBD. Probably low.
Summary: Apparently the Ministry Ball set quite a few things in motion, among them a certain article in the Daily Prophet. Some reactions.
As much as he loved being a Healer, every now and then Aidan Chambers was incredibly relieved for every opportunity to escape from the hospital and its lime-green clad inhabitants (mostly those who had the tendency to order him around).
Being fairly new to St.Mungo's, Aidan had naturally been given the shifts that were left – a fact he'd expected. Nevertheless, not being able to spend Christmas with his family in Ireland was depressing him. Aidan knew that the various Clancys, and most of all his mother, expected a long, detailed letter at the very least.
Sighing the former Ravenclaw spotted a couple of benches and sat down next to a couple of witches who had their noses buried in the Daily Prophet. He grabbed his quill and some parchment he'd brought, propped it up against his leg and started writing.
'Dear Mum and Sinead and Donal and Patrick and...'
"Oh, an engagement!" The witch on his side gushed and nudged her friend.
"But wouldn't you say it's a bit soon for Harry Potter to settle down? And who is that girl? That blonde?"
Aidan perked up. He recalled something in the Prophet. Potter with some familiar-looking girl but he couldn't quite remember. Sighing, he went back to his letter.
"Well, she looks a bit like a slag to me." The other witch remarked in a derisive tone. "Poor Harry could have done better. What happened to his friend? The one with the big hair?"
"Oh, her." The first witch sneered. "She left him for some Quidditch player. But then there was the Red-head, well Harry certainly sleeps around, doesn't he? Perhaps he decided it's time for a blonde?"
"She's still a slag." Her friend said, sounding curiously satisfied with this statement.
Aidan's eyes narrowed angrily and he dropped the parchment. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear and...well, stop talking like that. You don't even know them!"
And suddenly two pairs of pursed lips, raised eyebrows and aggressively shining eyes were directed at Aidan. He gulped but stood his ground.