angelina johnson is just a little bitter. (notangelic) wrote in may02, @ 2010-05-11 18:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!incomplete, !may 1998, angelina johnson, katie bell |
Characters: Angelina + Katie
Setting: 11 May, Angelina's flat.
Ratings: PG-13, I think.
Summary: Angelina's 'enjoying' the silence; Katie stops by.
Angelina had considered at least once every single day since the war ended the idea of moving out. Finding another flat to live in. One that didn't have all the memories, all the reminders. Alicia's stuff was gone, and the feel she'd always given the place for Angelina was missing, but Angelina still couldn't shake the fact that half of this place had undeniably belonged to Alicia. She'd managed to avoid it as much as possible. First, by spending more than a few days at her parents' house, and then by being elsewhere. A pub, Diagon Alley, the Montrose pitch. Anywhere she could go and just... get away for a while. Anywhere she could just use as an escape to avoid this place.
She didn't have an escape today, though, did she? It was a bit too early in the day to go to a pub, but that didn't mean, in her mind, that it was too early for a drink. Hence the open bottle of alcohol on the coffee table, sans glass. She hadn't had any visitors all day, and if she could have it her way, it would stay exactly that way. She could sit on the sofa in her solitude and not think about what was missing from her life and enjoy whatever the hell it was she'd grabbed out of the cabinet. In the back of her mind, she was well aware of the fact that the bottle she was doing her best to empty had been something Alicia had bought just a week or so ago, but she was decidedly not thinking about that. Not that, or the fact that if she let her mind roam long enough, she could remember dozens of memories from the two years spent in this flat. And it was just a bit too much for her. Right now, later, forever.
Shaking her head, she reached for the bottle and drank straight from it. She hadn't even been able to go to the vigil on Sunday. After Fred and Alicia's funerals, the idea of going to a vigil and mourning just didn't sit right with her, couldn't. Because she still couldn't reconcile the fact that they were gone in her head, or in her heart. She just... she couldn't. She took another rather long swig from the bottle and sat back, closing her eyes.