Who: Angelina & Katie Where: Quidditch pitch When: Thursday afternoon now? After the fire! What: Ang is 1) lacking of sleep 2) suffering from smoke inhalation and 3) sad/angry/scared/hurt ... Rating: Dunno! Incomplete
It had certainly been a very interesting night. Angelina hadn't slept much since the war to begin with, and between George and the fire, Ang had been lucky to get an hour. The argument Angelina had with George hadn't gone terribly, but it had not gone very wall either. Ang had yelled less than she'd imagined, but the result was the same - George had walked out. Even after Angelina pleaded with him. It was bittersweet watching George leave, it had reminded Angelina of the times Fred had done the exact same thing. Why couldn't blokes just sit down and talk when they were upset? Angelina realized that talking was an issue between her and George - they really hadn't done much of it. Sure they'd snogged and slept alongside each other, but they never talked about anything important.
Angelina was laying on the quidditch pitch and fiddling with her journal. A whole whack of things were attacking her right now, and she was having trouble writing full sentences. Her short and to the point answers got the message across, why did she need to junk it up with extra words? As Angelina flipped a page she coughed, which made her frown. Just how much smoke had she inhaled? The fire seemed like a dream. It had only happened a short while ago, but it felt like an eternity and different life ago. Angelina's thoughts were moving faster than her mind could keep up, and it was throwing off her sense of time. Yawning, Angelina let her head rest on the ground.
The pitch was the only place Angelina felt safe. It didn't have to be this pitch, as long as it was a quidditch pitch. The game had never done her wrong, everything made sense in quidditch. There were rules she had to follow, and would be penalized if she didn't. Life didn't come with a rulebook, neither did relationships or seeing ghosts. The pitch was one place Angelina always felt accepted no matter what. She was an excellent flier, better goal-scorer, and quite the successful captain. Quidditch was her fall back, the only thing that always made sense. During school, if Angelina was upset, she was on or around the quidditch pitch.