Abigail Potter is tied together with a smile (squibigail) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-08-26 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: squib: abigail potter, ch: squib: daniel davies, p: lisa, p: rachael |
Who: Daniel Davies and Abby Potterbaby
What: Daniel's arrived and Abby's going to find him
Where: The Quidditch pitch
When: Sunday afternoon, August 26
Warnings: Verrry low. Possible cuteness overload because it's Abby and Daniel. We shall see!
her hip with each step she took. She felt slightly guilty for abusing the house-elves by asking for the victuals and interrupting their preparations for the next meal, but this small smarting was crumbs compared to the feeling that she had messed up somehow by not introducing Daniel to her family earlier than she had. It made sense to her when she rationalized keeping his identity a secret from her family for a while, and by referring to him as QB, she had been able to keep a bit of him to herself. However, once she had been asked to explain it she had realized how silly and childish it sounded. Unlike the fifteen year-old Abby who had been stood up by her date to the Yule Ball, this Abby was an adult. She didn’t need to worry what her family thought about Daniel; they would find him as special as she did because they loved her.
As Abby neared the soaring stadium, a rosy blush blossomed on her face when she thought about him. Daniel was here! She slipped a finger inside the voluminous sleeve of her robe and pinched the soft skin near her elbow to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, a small squeak escaping from her lips when she confirmed that she was very much awake. She was used to people coming and going in the compound, but normally it was her people going, not arriving.
She paused, suddenly shy, when she reached the base of the towering golden hoops. A hand automatically reached up to smooth her straight brown hair and tugged her already perfectly situated uniform back into place. She teetered on her spot for a heartbeat, her blue eyes sweeping the pitch for the familiar gleam of his bright blond hair, before she started hurrying towards the center of the field.
“Daniel?” she called out, head tilting back to survey the stands and the surrounding spaces for him. Unlike the library, this was unfamiliar turf for her. She gnawed on her lip, belatedly realizing that she should have asked exactly where around the pitch he would be.