Who: Freddy and Ronnie Weasleyswap What: Spaztasticness. Where: Room of Requirement When: RIGHT NOW! Status/Rating: In-progress/SFW, with swearing.
Year and a half. Year and a half. Year and a half.
The mantra continued on in Freddy's head as she paced in the Room of Requirement, her wand out as she shot random sparks from it in a half-assed attempt to calm herself down. It was so fucking casual, the way Freddy had interpreted Roxanne's tone, and it freaked her out. She could deal with dying, she could deal with Georgie shacking up with [Angelina]; she had, after all, been warned about that part by her male counterpart, but what she couldn't deal with, what made her head spin more than anything was the fact that Georgina's first child was coming by the end of 2000. She couldn't process that. At all.
Freddy sat on one of the couches that had appeared in the room, crossing and uncrossing her legs about a million times in a minute, before giving up on that and standing once more. I would never touch him, Freddy. I swear. Did she believe that? Yeah...she did. [Angelina] was hers, her first everything and anything serious, and though Freddy knew that it was not a very long time coming, she still felt an unbearable sadness. She had messed everything up by dying. That sucked.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Freddy groaned to herself once more. "FUCK THIS SHITE!"