Angelina Johnson (missangie) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-01-25 02:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bingo, !thread, character: george weasley, location: diagon alley, retired character: angelina johnson |
WHO. Angelina Johnson & George Weasley [mentioning of Fred]
WHEN. 25 January 2002 | Monday, 6:30 PM
WHERE. The Weasley Twins' flat [Diagon Alley]
SUMMARY. In the aftermath of Hurricane Alicia, Angelina decided to stop by and help with picking up the pieces. What else are friends for?
CHALLENGE. A boss, the kitchen, a friend, and a sneakoscope at dinnertime
STATUS. Incomplete
It was rare Angelina used a sick day for personal matters, but it seemed quite worth it to avoid, even if only for a day, the recent round of Chortling Cough circulating through Miss Marchbank's Nursery. Her immune system was strong, but even luck had its limits. Angie's boss received the owl promptly enough to schedule a substitute at any rate, so the girl didn't feel remotely concerned for skiving off her responsibilities on her least favorite of days.
Monday. It was a beast in and of itself: that rude awakening following a lovely two days off. Well, it would've been 'a lovely two days off' if not for the fact two of her best friends had decided to fall out with one another, leaving their little corner of the world in ruins as a result. Prior to, George and Alicia had appeared to finally be coming around to acknowledging their relationship in public. It had been a welcomed thing, too, because Angelina could live vicariously through the them without feeling she was lacking too much in that department. Their romance had been long overdue for someone, such as she, who had perceived early on in their Hogwarts years that George only lost his cool around one person and one person alone--Allie. Angelina had been pulling for the pair ever since, and it seemed as if George had finally been successful in not only winning Allie's heart but helping her to move forward from her split with Terence.
Needless to say Alicia's moment of truth rather shocked everyone in its wake, except perhaps her husband. Angelina was hurt initially, wondering why her best mate hadn't seen fit before then to come clean about it with her. They'd always had that unassuming and open type of friendship, so to feel as if she was in part to blame for Alicia hiding the truth as long as she had was more than she was willing to swallow. It took Angelina a good few days to come to terms with the fact that Alicia placing the blame on her friends for keeping her marriage a secret was just a coping mechanism. After all, Alicia was too intelligent to truly believe the external pressure from her friends warranted such behavior. Maybe at one point Alicia wanted the divorce to be as real as she'd led the entire world to believe? Regardless that wasn't the case anymore, and the more Angelina puzzled over the how and whys the more she could tell that it didn't matter. Higgs was the one she'd chosen, though Godric only knew why. To maintain their friendship she'd have to come to terms with that eventually.
But not today. No, today Angelina could see nothing better to do with her phony illness than to pay an unexpected visit to George to see how he was holding up. It wasn't until she turned up at the Weasley twins' flat to find George had already gone to work that she formulated an even better plan. With Fred's solemn promise to keep his other half pleasantly preoccupied with the shop for the remainder of the workday, Angelina in turn gave a vow to tidy up their flat. Sure, it looked as though the twins had perhaps attempted to do so here and there, but it was still apparent something terribly wrong had gone down there just days before. And the twins, being more concerned with the affairs of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, had left the chores at the flat to the backburner.
Shooing Fred off before he could make the flat much worse, once alone she scoped out the damage. Pillow fluff was scattered among a pile of shattered dishes that had been swept to one side. A few tapered candles looked as if something had been hurtled at them, being unnaturally split in half and hanging on by the wick in the middle. Why even Fred couldn't see fit to at least pick up the coffee table that had been toppled over just beyond the doorway to the bathroom was beyond even her. "Boys..." Angelina sighed, turning up her sleeves before coming to grips with the damage done and wasting no further time. There wasn't a single room not in need of her tender loving care, and naturally she had to keep house the way her mother had always taught her--everything done by hand prior to magical measures being taken. After all, even magic had its limits. Angelina would swear on all she held dear you could tell the difference between a quick fixer upper versus a deep cleaning, even if perhaps the twins wouldn't care one way or another.
Once the last drape had been repaired the girl set her sights on the kitchen. Dinner time had been creeping up on her by the point all the cleaning had been finished anyway, so she took that as opportunity to not only treat the twins but also herself to a proper meal. Hey, she'd skipped lunch! Why not make up for it by preparing dessert as well? She dug around in the kitchen before finding all she needed to make a simpler version of her mum's Sunday roast--complete with sides of carrots, cheesy cauliflower and Yorkshire pudding. She then worked on assembling a sticky toffee pudding, though she'd later find something went terribly wrong in the preparation of it because once completed it looked a bit too dense. "Ah well. It's no surprise Angelina still can't bake to save her life," she reminded herself, aware the twins knew this well known fact prior to consuming the dessert. At least what she lacked in the baking department she made up for with that picture-perfect roast.
Taking one last look at the time, Angelina removed her apron and transfigured it to a bouquet of wildflowers for the coffee table. There were plenty more where that came from, and she certainly didn't want to lessen the impact of her handiwork at their flat before the twins got to adequately enjoy it. Pouring herself a glass of sparkling white wine, Angelina sat back on the sofa and relaxed. It had been a day well spent if you were to ask her.
Just when she was about to drift off she was alerted by the sudden whistling of something nearby. Angelina jerked awake, setting her wine glass on the coffee table before jumping up. Her initial thought was a tea kettle, but once she had distinguished the fact it was coming from the fireplace mantle she found the culprit. A sneakoscope had decided to sound the alarm on her presence in the flat, possibly because it'd detected she'd lied to her boss to get the day off. Leave it to the touchy contraption to go off just prior to when the twins were expected back! More than likely the store beneath the flat had quieted down enough to hear such a commotion by that point, and far be it from Angelina to leave George feeling as though he had to rush back because someone, or something, was in their flat. Deciding it was better to disassemble the rather annoying gadget than to risk dealing with it throughout the remainder of the evening, the girl made a mental note to buy the twins a replacement before she saw them again. It gave a few final angry screeches at the girl before she tossed it in the rubbish bin, once again returning to her glass of wine on the sofa. Shaking her head at herself for even thinking it, she added, "I wonder how Allie got by without destroying it." Surely it would've went crazy whenever she'd stay over at the twins' flat, right?