Briana Mullet (loosepages) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-07-25 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: jessica moran |
WHO: Bríana Mullet and Jessica Moran
WHEN: backdated Sunday 24 July 2002, late morning/early afternoon
WHERE: J's place
WHAT: Hangover cures and best friend time
RATING: Low, but also TBD
STATUS: Closed//Ongoing
She had been true to her word, as far as she could be. She avoided her journal, she checked herself into a B&B that had no ties to the magical world, and she kept her wireless magically tuned to music.
Except her best friends were playing in another world cup, she couldn't not listen. She couldn't not be there for them, even if she couldn't be there. She wanted to be in the air. She longed for her broom and flying and to be in that game. When Ireland won, she was jubilant and inconsolable. Brí would never get used to being happy and heartbroken at the same time. She loved her shop. Her life was full of happiness and love and good things. It was just missing Quidditch and flying and being more than ten feet off the ground.
But her team won. Her friends, the people she loved, were celebrating a good match. She could have gone to join them. She should have, but she couldn't make her feet carry her out the door. She needed one more night, and she allowed herself to have the breakdown she'd been avoiding. The following morning, Bríana checked out of the B&B and made her way to her flat. She left her shop in her dads' capable hands, not letting them know that she was there while she dropped off her overnight bags. She disapparated, popping up in an alley by her favourite Chinese place near.
After getting the best hangover cure: fried wontons, egg rolls, sweet and sour chicken, and lo mein. She arrived at J's and let herself in, kicking off her shoes by the door and quietly climbing the stairs. Brí left the food on the side table except for one egg roll, and climbed into bed with her friend. "Wake up,"" she said softly, waving the fried goodness under Jess's nose. "I brought Chinese."