Boyd MacFusty agrees that everything is ALRIGHT (attaboyd) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2010-01-13 04:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | adelaide macfusty, boyd macfusty |
RP Log: Boyd & Addie
Who: Addie Banges & Boyd MacFusty
When: 13 January, 1980
Where: The house of Banges
What: Boyd and Addie chat some and emotions see-saw a bit.
Rating: Mostly :), but some :( if that counts as a rating.
Status: Complete!
Relegated back to her old room at her parents' house wasn't exactly how she'd foreseen spending the last few weeks as a Banges, and even though she loved her parents completely, the lack of privacy was beginning to get on her nerves. She'd been so used to having her own flat, and then the cottage, where she could do whatever she want, cook (or bake) whatever she wanted, and play music at some ungodly hour without disturbing anyone. Little check marks were quickly gaining ground on the List of Things to Do For the Wedding, a fact that had been due to two factors. 1. There was only two weeks until the wedding. 2. Distractions were highly necessary. Adelaide was doing her best not to bring up the cottage, Meredith, or Barty Crouch Jr., and the easiest way was to throw herself into something else that would consume her time and energy, leaving her spent at the end of the day. "I finally got a hold of that coordinator for the seating and stuff. Think we're gonna be out an arm and a leg for it," Addie told Boyd with a sigh. There were swatches of colours, photographs of flowers, and more lists than she'd ever wanted to see in her lifetime spread out across the twin-sized bed. "Ma and da are paying for it, but... I sort of feel bad about it. I told them I'd pay them back, but da said he wouldn't hear a thing about it." Boyd had been sitting on the end of the bed, looking at the swatches and pictures and notes sprawled out across the rest of the mattress. Somehow, he never thought a wedding would be this involved -- maybe it was just because the MacFusty tradition was to hit the basics: food, tell people to dress halfway decently, and make dead certain that there as enough liquor. All Boyd presently knew was that there was way too damn many people to contact and choices to make. And he was actively trying to keep up, but as his eyes shifted from daffodil yellow to sunshine yellow, he could swear there wasn't enough of a difference between the two to even matter. "Could always try to pay them back anyway. I mean, once we get up the money --" Money. If only there was more of that stuff between the two of them, life would be so much easier. "An' if they turn it down again, 'least we tried?" Boyd shifted to pick up a picture of a bouquet as it caught his eye. "I'm gettin' the same, actually. Ma says they want to cover certain things, though I swear she just wants me out an' on me own finally." A brief laugh followed the last statement, somewhat muted from her usual buoyancy if only because it felt disrespectful to laugh at a normal volume with everything going on. Addie caught a guilt complex, and it felt somehow wrong to be happy, even if it was buried deep down. It was too confusing, and all these shades of grey made just amplified the guilt. "What 'certain things'?" Was it inappropriate to hope that they would help cover alcohol expenses, because dear Merlin, there were an awful lot of MacFusties. A lot of MacFusties who probably liked to drink, and, like any good Scotsman worth his kilt, could probably drink his weight in whisky. "Ye know, they didnae say much more than it needin' t'be somethin' sorta... necessary 'cause they were no' gonna go givin' any money towards --" Boyd waved his hand. "Frilly place settings." He gave it a thought. "Course the booze is most of the necessary at any MacFusty gatherin', so that's a pretty good bet." He held up the picture of the flowers to Addie. "Was this the one we liked, or...?" There was some relief that came with his reply, but instead of commenting on that particular piece of news, Addie's head swivelled to take a look at the photograph. She nodded and reached out for it, to place it in the folder labelled DECIDED on top of a blank piece of parchment. This folder was not let out of her sight, because, well, it had the photographs of her dress. They didn't need anymore bad luck than was already going around. "That's the one. Bridesmaids' flowers are going to be similar, just smaller." Addie flipped up a photograph of the girls' dresses for him to inspect. "Have you talked to the boys about their kilts? They'll need a bit of the MacFusty tartan to take to the shop. In fact, so will I for my sash." Boyd's eyes lingered on the folder. Addie had such a grasp on this organisation thing that he almost felt it was better to slink away and leave her to the planning at times. He accidentally tripped into the tailor a few days ago, and the poor sod was almost impaled by his own pins. That was only one case. Truthfully, Boyd just didn't want to mess it up, but Addie tugged him along all the same, and just minded telling him to stay away from anything fragile when they were out. "Yeah! Yeah, that's all under way. Been actually workin' to keep up with ye, Dee," Boyd returned, trying out a grin for size. It faded a bit, though. "'sides, Ed needed a distraction." Addie's smile (and shoulders and general carriage) wilted at the mention. So much for distraction. She knew that Barty had been the one to kill Meredith's father, but there was still some measure of disbelief. It was like something out of a novel, not real life. "Yeah, suppose he does. Mere could use one, too, but I feel sort of... awkward... trying to shove wedding stuff at her when... Barty..." Making up her mind, she shut the folder with a decisive air. Her mind was nowhere near planning a wedding anymore. "I still feel weird going ahead with it. I mean, I know both of them said to, but..." Right, so, that was a good way to unintentionally chuck a wrench in the gears. Boyd's brows knitted, knowing the glum cloud that had just wafted into the room was more or less welcomed in by him. "Yeah," Boyd echoed. "But there's a point, I guess. I mean... we could shove it back an' then find out somethin' else happened. Shove it back some more. Keeps on goin'. I gave it a thought from that angle, an'... y'know, I just want to get married before somethin' happens to --" He lifted his shoulders into a shrug "Us. No' that I want t'be thinkin' like that, but..." It wasn't much of a reach to take Addie's hand, hoist himself off the bed, walk over to be closer to her, and take that nearer seat while still holding her hand. "I know. Bad stuff happens all the time now. I should be used to it," she answered, squeezing Boyd's hand as he sat down. But she wasn't used to it. She had to research this stuff every single day now, and it never got any easier. Addie hoped that maybe she'd be numb to it by now. Everyone else at the Prophet seemed to be made of much thicker skin. Maybe one day, she'd wake up, and it wouldn't affect her. Addie wasn't even sure that's what she wanted. "We should have just run off and gotten married at the Ministry." "Not all the time," Boyd countered. "There's still good stuff goin' on -- fends off the bad here an' there." He dropped her hand for the moment, leaning back to get an arm around Addie, and pulling her close to his side. For a quiet pause, Boyd felt it wouldn't be so bad to simply sit there with her. There wasn't much of that going on lately with merely being together without working on plans or trying to be there for the Watkins family. Everyone was scattered. "Anyway, we'd have a whole lotta pissed off family an' friends if we eloped. It'll be fine, Dee." He turned to look at her, rousing up a smile. "Once everythin' starts up, it'll be fine. " Addie would have argued with him, that it did happen all the time; most people just skipped over the smaller bits of bad news in the Prophet. How many pieces had she seen on this law or that, on this tax or that? She couldn't keep up the argument though, not even as her rear end scooted across the bed at Boyd's insistence. She glanced up at him with a wince and a tiny smile. "I wish it was the 23rd already. I hate all this planning. I just want to get married." "I'm right with ye on that," Boyd echoed after. It was still roughly two weeks away, but if only that time could go a little faster, it wouldn't be so bad -- because It wasn't about the bloody ceremony at all. That was just to go about it the accepted way, and mostly for the benefit of their families. Wasn't any point in denying it. "Only thing good 'bout it bein' a ways away still is that it gives a bit more time t'find a place for ourselves." Sure, there was always renting out a flat until something better came along, but it meant leaving Cassie behind. The thought just didn't sit with Boyd. Addie would have flopped down face first into the bed had her boyfriend not been in the way. Renting a flat seemed like the most likely option, but like Boyd, she didn't really want to leave her two remaining horses behind. Not in Hogsmeade, of all places. "Ergh, don't remind me about that! That's another thing I have to add to my list of things to do. After Monday, I've got the rest of the week off work, so I can go looking then. There's just... so much left to sort, and I really think I'm going to go mental." "We." Boyd interjected. "We can go looking. 'Cause if it's gonna be a shoddy turn-out, then 'least we can..." He shrugged. "At least it was a we-thing, then. Ye know, since we're lookin' t'spend the rest of our lives together." To punctuate it all, he turned just enough to deposit a kiss at the corner of Addie's mouth. "So, sorta figures that we can look at places together right now, yeah?" He fashioned his narrow, angular features into a brow-raised grin of an expression, hoping she'd look at him, see it, and let go of some of that worry. It worked, too. Less than ten seconds after looking up at him, she forgot about the entire debacle - at least the worries about it - and smiled back up him. Somehow, her boyfriend's - fiancé's - optimism turned everything right around. "Aw, damnit. I can't sulk and mope when you look like that, Boyd. I just turn gooey and ooey all over again!" "I know," he returned, still beaming. There was an along-side glance to the folders on her bed and the various assortment of wedding-planning tidbits scattered around. Maybe it was time they both took a step away from that stuff, but Addie looked as if she needed it more. There was a short bout of quiet as the mental gears turned. Then, he kicked himself off the bed, spun around to grab her hand, and began tugging her toward the door. "Fisn 'n' chips. That's what we need right now." "But... Boyd..!" Addie objected, only mildly and mostly meekly. Her mind wasn't quite finished processing all of the wedding bits and baubles, so her own glance was more of a neck craning. "Where are we going? And you got me to curse! I said damnit, and you didn't even try to stop me!" She only slightly smacked his arm in return, though. Addie reached over and grabbed her cloak; no fish and chips in the Banges household that night. "But what? If I've got t'carry ye out of here, I'll do it, Dee." He flinched slightly from the slap, but rounded on her with a smirk, and started to sweep her up with an arm at her knees and -- And he stopped. "Maybe I should... wait 'til we're outside." It wouldn't do to go dropping his wife-to-be because the stairs once more didn't agree with Boyd MacFusty's relationship with the upright. Bent slightly at the waist, Addie held out her hands, fingers splayed out in front of her, urging him to stop. Boyd was notorious for tripping, dropping, and breaking things; she didn't think it would look good to her parents if he dropped her long before the wedding. "Oh, no nono! We need to make one thing clear!" Addie said, glancing up at him with round eyes and parted lips. "The threshold bit - wherever we live - two steps. That's all you're getting. I do not want to break anything crossing the threshold. I love you, but I love my tail-bone, too." Boyd gave her a tugged, apologetic smile and nodded. There wasn't any denying his clumsiness, and he certainly did not want to spend the first few days after moving into where they were to live by her bedside as she nursed whatever injury it might be. "An' I love ye an' yer tail-bone, as well," he told her around that sheepish half-smile. "Two steps. Got it." He then offered his arm, held out and bent at the elbow for Addie to take. "Ready?" "Absolutely! Fish and chips and my soon-to-be-husband who won't drop me on my arse! This day couldn't get any better." Addie grinned, squeezing her eyes shut completely and wrinkling her long nose before bounding for him (to plant a kiss on his cheek) and then swooped in to take his arm. Real life would set in again at some point - it always did - but for now, Adelaide was content just to take it one moment at a time with the man she planned to spend the rest of her life with, no matter how long or short that turned out to be. |