WHO: Angelina Johnson and Malcolm Baddock WHEN: 6PM, June 24th WHERE: The Three Broomsticks WHAT: First meeting RATING: PG? STATUS: Closed/ Complete
She had hoping time would crawl by today. On days like this, where she had publicity stunts in the morning, and practice in the evening, it usually never ended. Angelina was full on dreading this evening, so of course it was upon her in no time. It wasn't that she had anything really against Malcolm, this wasn't his fault any more than it was hers. But she really didn't want to marry him. Never mind the fact that he was so much younger. She had probably called him and people his ages 'kids' at one point when she was in school. It was just wrong.
Thankfully she had not sat in the locker rooms for hours getting lectured about formations. She had been left with just enough time to run home, shower and change. A few minutes before six, she was walking into the The Three Broomsticks. Running a hand through her mass of black hair, she scanned the pub, trying to find who she thought was Malcolm.
If she wasn't scared of losing Quidditch, she would have said to hell with it all and completely ignored the arranged marriage. She'd take a few days jail time, but she didn't know how far the ministry would go. Risking her spot with the Bats was not an option. Angelina really had no idea who she was looking for. She'd never met the guy in her life. Sighing, she moved toward the bar, and then took a seat at a stool. She spun the chair until she was facing the doors of the pub, legs crossed in her seat, watching the door for someone who may be Malcolm. She was really hoping all the little old Wizards with missing teeth staid exactly where they were.