Who: Katie and Fred When: Monday Afternoon Where: Fred's Shack What: Friend things Status: IN Progress Rating: Swearing
Katie was in a mood. A very dark, very black mood and George Weasley, as usual, was at the root of it. Stomping towards Fred's shack, a monkey ran at her and she gave it a look that must've scared the shit out of it because he flung his poo, she dodged and chased it til it ran back into the woods. She was frustrated and just- WHY was George so smart and so fucking dumb? Seriously. He was an idiot. The biggest idiot.
"Ugh," she groaned, knocking and then opening Fred's door, bag of cereal in hand. She didn't even look at Fred as she toed her shoes off and flopping down, stomach first on his bed, head hanging over the side, pony tail flipped upside down. George sex with her friend sort of put a damper on everything. She suddenly realized how Ange must have felt and even the thought that she'd been with George long before Ange didn't put a lid on the guilt.
"Why, Fred, is your brother an idiot?" she grumped, reaching for her cereal and shoveling a handful in her mouth.
She crunched loudly, feeling a sense of deja-vu she didn't know if she wanted to repeat. Feelings were getting involved and that wasn't going to end well for her. It never did. She was pretty sure she should give up on all things sex related and be done with love.