Demelza Robins (persistent) wrote in euphorialane, @ 2009-01-19 13:36:00 |
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"So, what should we make? Gingerbread men?" Megan asked, digging around in her cupboard for her tin full of biscuit cutters, "Christmas trees? Candy canes? Ooohhh, doves!" The recipes were already out on the counter, along with a bottle of cheap (but good) red wine, two wine glasses and the cooking basics: flour, sugar, oil, various spices, butter. The plan for the evening was, obviously, to bake and drink and chit-chat, catch up, maybe gossip a little. Megan was insanely curious about Demelza's little crush and hadn't much time during the week to properly interrogate her friend about her love life. "I've got some angels too, and little gingerbread ladies. You can have all the ladies," she said with a cheeky grin as she stood up and turned around, the tin in her hands. "And we can make gingerbread, or shortbread, or... actually, I think that's about it. Any thoughts?" "You should make Gingerbread men, and I'll make Gingerbread women, definitely." Under ordinary circumstances, Demelza might have been offended at the cheek for her sexual preference, but she knew Megan well enough (and had enough arguments during the early part of their friendship) to know she wasn't dogging on her homosexuality. She was simply teasing her as she would with any of her girl friends who liked men. "I sort of like the Christmas trees, too. Those are festive. Candy Canes are too hard to mess up; I always end up chopping the little curve at the top whenever I try to make those." Without any preamble, Demelza scooped up the bottle of wine (already uncorked and finished breathing) and pour two enormous glasses. She handed one to Megan with a flourish (spilling some on her hand which she inelegantly licked off) and took a large sip from her glass. Megan snorted. "Deal." Although she preferred men by a long shot, Megan had never had any sort of problem with Demelza's own preference. She didn't quite understand, but she figured that Demelza didn't understand why anyone would like men, either. It didn't hurt anyone, so why would it matter? She was glad that they were able to joke around, and that Demelza trusted her with it. Not everyone was so supportive, unfortunately. Megan wished they would be, of course, but wishing couldn't change anyone's minds. "I might have a snowman somewhere in here too." With a full wine glass in one hand, Megan picked up her recipes with the other. "I'm in the mood for gingerbread. It always makes the kitchen smell fabulous." Megan was glad that her mother had taught her the bare minimum of cooking and baking before she left home - and before her father had died, before her mother stopped caring about most everything. She took a sip and got out the rest of the ingredients. She preferred to do things by hand, rather than magic, though she wasn't sure why. Decorating, however, was much easier with magic. She could make everything look professional. "Tell me about your week while we make the dough. Anything interesting happen?" While they began mixing ingredients, alternating between stirring and sipping, Demelza smiled broadly, unable to contain her glee. "Jill is gay!" If anyone had doubts that Demelza was a girl, the following squeal would have been enough to make them reconsider. "And I asked her if she wanted to see a Harpies match with me, with Moe of course, and she said..." Oh, she was milking it. She liked to think that she was above these things, but it couldn't be helped. Sometimes you just had to go for the drama. "She said yes! Now I just have to harass James to get me three seats to the next match, and then --" Demelza's smile faltered a little here. "--then I have to impress her. Do you think I should get my hair coloured?" Demelza was notorious for changing her hair, so much so that she'd pretty much ruined her hair one year, and it felt and looked like straw for so long. Megan's stirring stopped abruptly, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Oh really?" Megan, like Demelza, had assumed that Jill was straight; she had a baby, after all, and everyone knew who the father was (and everyone knew he hadn't just been a sperm donor). To hear that they'd been mistaken, well... Megan wasn't about to squeal, but she was just as excited for her friend. She was beaming at her friend as she explained what had happened. She could hardly believe her ears, but the surprise was definitely a good thing. It meant there was a chance! She had no doubts that Demelza would impress Jill, none at all. "Why would you do that?" she asked, beginning to stir in more ingredients. "Your hair's lovely just the way it is. Besides, then you'll feel like you always have to keep it coloured or she won't like you. Better to just be yourself, I think." She didn't want to say it, but she remembered the year where Demelza's hair got ruined, and Megan would hate for that to happen again, especially over something so silly. Hair was just hair. Of course, one could take that attitude the other way: it would grow back normal eventually. "I can't believe she's actually gay! Had me fooled, and I like to think I'm good at figuring that stuff out." "Me too. I'm supposed to have the Gay Detector, remember?" Demelza sipped from her glass, but was looking around at the counter full of ingredients and woefully wishing they'd made chocolate chip cookies. There would be chips to eat. "Maybe she's not gay, but bisexual? Or maybe it was after the bloke she realised it? People find out in different ways." Demelza was glad to let Megan handle most of the stirring. "What about you?" she inquired nosily, glancing at her friend over the top of her glass of wine. "Any crushes on the horizon?" Megan snorted. "Maybe having sex with him was so bad that she couldn't stomach doing that again with another bloke," she joked, knowing well that it probably hadn't happened quite like that. "Maybe she only thinks she's gay 'cause it didn't work out? Can't say I know her well enough to know for certain either way, but girls are always saying that they'll go lesbian after a particularly nasty break-up with a bloke. Sounds like we'll have to find out more, yeah?" She wrinkled her nose at the question and shook her head. While there were some fit blokes around, Megan hadn't met anyone who sparked anything special inside her that made her want to go after them. "None whatsoever. No serious ones, at least. I think I have a crush on half the Puddlemere team, though." "As long as that half doesn't include Oliver Wood, we're good. Being on the reserve team for as long as I was sucked. I never got to play, and I didn't even get to sleep in late! The worst of both worlds!" Demelza was very definitely avoiding the subject of Jill. What if Megan was right, what if Jill had only decided that girls were for her because of a messy break-up? What if she'd run back to the opposite sex if she realised she wasn't really a lesbian? Megan pouted slightly. She thought Oliver Wood was one of the fittest blokes on the team, and since she had never played on his team, she'd never gotten the pleasure of truly discovering how intense he was about Quidditch. She knew that if she had been in Demelza's shoes, she would probably have a different opinion, but as it was... well, she thought he was pretty damn cute. "What if it does?" Megan asked, keeping her gaze firmly latched onto the dough she was making. She didn't really think Oliver knew who she was, which was a shame, because she had a feeling they would have a lot of fun together. Great, Demelza thought to herself. Now I'm going to be mopey all day. Well done, Megan. She'd been so excited to find out that Jill was lesbian that she hadn't stopped to think about why, considering she had a child. How could she have missed something like that? Well, at least she had Megan to sort her out again. "Well, I'm mostly kidding about Wood. Not about the Quidditch stuff, and how much it sucked, but the other -- you taking a fancy to him. I don't really think it'd be bad if you did." "I have heard stories about him and Quidditch. I think any girl would have to compete with Quidditch for his attention and," she paused to take a sip of her wine and to pull the spoons out of the now-ready dough, handing one over to Demelza to lick, "I think Quidditch would win every time. Personally, I don't want to have to go rescue my lover boy from a mishap on the pitch, you know? It's easier when you can just admire from afar." Megan wasn't one to desire a strong attachment to another person like that. She'd dated blokes before, some of them for a long time, but she didn't think she'd been truly in love or anything like that. When all of her friends were settling down, Megan really just wanted to play around. "You know what we should do?" She took another long sip. "When we're done with these biscuits, we should go bring some to Jill." Demelza had never been one to really bounce from person to person, to have fun as Bryce and Megan seemed wont to do. Though she had played the field a little, the thought of just having fun seemed more interesting to her when it was someone you knew you'd see again. "I don't know. I mean, Jill's my neighbour and she's a total sweetheart so she probably wouldn't think anything of it, but if we're going to do that, we should do it for a few extra neighbours." Demelza was now having second thoughts about Jill and her lesbianism. To avoid the subject, Demelza licked the spoon. |