InsaneJournal

it took me like ten times to post this ihu internet

WHO: miles bletchley and victoria frobisher.
WHERE: starting at miles' apartment, then vicky's.
WHEN: today.
WHAT: getting hitched.
RATING: idk yet.
STATUS: incomplete.



“Hello,” His voice held a tad of irritation to it, but Miles tried to hide it as he continued, “I would like to buy—” his voice trailed on as he made his request to the woman across the line, making sure to get the best of the best like he always did. He probably needed it, because in the short amount of time that he had known his fiancé, he had the right to believe she was quite the bitch when she wanted to be. But this time, she actually had a reason to be peeved at him. Not peeved, more so pissed off. Not only had he just actually forgotten that today was his wedding day; the both of them had just been fined for he wasn’t sure how many galleons, but he knew it was quite a bit. He knew he could easily afford it, with his Quidditch career being at its highest peak and his family being known for their wealth, but Victoria didn’t seem to have that kind of luck. Well, he told her he’d pay for it, but naturally she had to be a stubborn cow and reject it as she didn’t want to owe him any debts.

He’d pay for it, anyway.

It wasn’t his fault, not entirely. Quidditch was important to him, it was his career, it was his life; it was no wonder he’d forgotten to show up at his own wedding, the wedding he didn’t even want, the wedding to a girl he wasn’t sure how he felt about. But still, there was no excuse, he’d missed the wedding and now he had to pay for it (quite literally). And, well, to be honest?

He felt kind of guilty, actually.

Hence why he’d asked Victoria where she was; a plan had begun to form into his mind and he was acting out on it. He hung up the phone as soon as he was done and took his jacket to keep warm, heading straight out the door. When he had the chance to apparate, with no one in sight to see him, he did, remembering her apartment from the last time he visited. It almost brought a grin to his face, but he controlled himself. What a way to meet, bloody hell. He thrusted his hands into his pocket as he climbed a flight of stairs, fingers clenching around the little velvet box in his pocket that still contained the ring he’d bought for her along with the carrot ring which he’d sent her just to spook her out.

Reaching the apartment, he made sure that it was the right number before he knocked three times. When the door finally opened he wasted no time into explaining himself, not even uttering a hello, “I just bought two tickets to Vegas, do you still want to get married today?” His brow raised, eyes boring with determination. “If you do, I suggest you grab your coat. Plane’s leaving in an hour.”