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Angelina Johnson ([info]angiejo) wrote in [info]unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-08-07 22:17:00

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Entry tags:angelina johnson, palmer montague

Who: Angelina and Palmer
What: Hunting for a house big enough so they never have to see each other.
Where: Variety of areas, hoping from house to house.
When: Thursday, late morning
Rating: At least PG-13 for Angelina's mouth
Status: Closed/In Progress


The last thing she wanted to do was spend the day off she had with her future husband. But Palmer was going to be arriving at her flat in a few minutes, and then they were off to find a house to 'call their own.' As long as the house was large enough that she never had to lay eyes on him unless she deliberately looked for him. Like hell that would ever happen. Standing in her bathroom, Angelina tugged on her shirt just a little, tilting her head to the side. Her outfit of faded denim jeans, spiked black boots, and black tank top, covered by a form fitting black leather jacket should do. Her hair fell in lose curls nearly to her waste. Why she was so concerned about how she looked, she didn't know. Maybe she just needed to look her best around him so any jabs he may wanted to make about maybe her looking bad would be obviously false.

Sighing, she curled her finger around her hair for a moment, before walking out of her bathroom. Her purse was on their chair in her living room, beside it Nocturne, her kitten was curled up, peering at Angelina with vivid green eyes, the kinds of eyes felines had. She scooped up her ever growing kitten and cradled her in her arms, stroking her head. Nocturne began to purr, and Angelina smiled. "At least I'll still have you, and Nike, when I'm stuck in the marriage of hell." she muttered, before looking over to her owl, Nike, who was asleep on her pearch.

Her apartment was clean, well decorated, and finally just the way she liked it. Now she was going to have to move. On the plus side, Palmer didn't seem to have a problem with staying in Ireland. Or at least he hadn't before. But that was then, maybe he would have a problem with it now. Her gaze fell on her large windows, eyes scanning over the roof tops in front of her, ignoring the people who walked the ground many stories below. Hopefully this wouldn't be too painful.


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[info]angiejo
2008-08-10 09:12 pm UTC (link)
A peace offering it was then, because she wouldn't have considered him a git for not getting her a ring. Usually a ring was supposed to mean something special. She glanced at him over her shoulder as he left, and then looked down at the ring again with a sigh. Since when did life get so fucking ridiculous?

And here she had thought hell was gone once the war was done. After a few minutes, she headed down stairs, looking for him. Once she found him, she gave him a few minutes alone, before heading outside. "Just a question." she said, coming up to stand a few feet away from, but beside him. "Why are you being so...civil about this? I mean, we were never friends, we never liked each other. I sort of figured this was going to turn into a shouting match. Or you'd have given me a list of reasons not to do this." she didn't want to be in jail, but she didn't get it. Honestly, she had half expected him to have a girlfriend that he would want to marry. Maybe he did, and maybe she was a pureblood, which would explain it.

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[info]pemontague
2008-08-10 09:35 pm UTC (link)
Distractedly, Montague looked over as Angelina joined him. "What's the benefit in being uncivil? If you'd rather not marry, I'll stand by you on that but I won't not wed you just to be belligerent. I'm not that selfish."

Palmer squared his shoulders, turning toward her with his arms crossed over his chest. He shrugged as if he were trying to convince himself even before he spoke the words. "I wish this could be more than what it is. What it will be. I don't love you. I've already given that away and have to deal with that in my on conscious. I could ask you the same questions. Why are you so willing to go along with this? I know I can't be ideal for a mate in your eyes."

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[info]angiejo
2008-08-10 09:47 pm UTC (link)
"I'd rather not marry, but I'd rather not be in jail more." which was pretty much her reason to go along with this. And it was a damn good reason, so it wouldn't change.

She winced slightly when he mentioned that he loved someone else. Not that she cared about that, she cared that someone probably loved him back, and she was standing in the way. That sucked. "Is she pureblood? If not, you could just marry her." what would the ministry have to bitch about? It would still dilute the pureblood line. Leaving Angeline free and quite happy.

A small shrug of her shoulders was given as she looked back out across the grass. "There's only one person I can think of who I've felt strongly enough about to want to marry them. And he's dead." she said softly, and slight pang of loss running through her as she pictured his face. "I've never found someone else that important, so it doesn't matter who they match me up with, they will never be him." It wasn't like she had been thinking of marrying him when he was alive. But if he was no, he'd probably be the one she was hoping for. Maybe they'd be together now? Who knew.

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[info]pemontague
2008-08-11 11:42 am UTC (link)
"You're just trading one prison for another." His eyes softened on Angelina at her expression, her words surprising him to the point he almost couldn't answer her. "She's not. Half-blood, from here, in Ireland."

Raising his arm, his hand slid lightly over Johnson's back, as he just now realised they were both in their misery together. "If you're talking about one of those blokes that stuffed me in a vanishing cabinet, I can guess why you're still in love with him." Palmer gave a weak smile at the poor attempt at humour. "So if I do marry someone else, what happens to you? To the rest of us? Would that just make the three of us candidates for Azkaban?"

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[info]angiejo
2008-08-12 08:50 pm UTC (link)
"At least I can still go where ever the hell I want to go with this one." there wasn't a whole lot she could do behind bars. No flying, to freedom, no family, friends...nothing. The lesser of two evils, so to speak. "Well there you go, there's legally nothing wrong with marrying her."

Her muscles automatically tensed again when his hand moved, but she forced herself to relax right after, not bothering to look over at him. A slightest of grins flashed across her face at the memory of Fred and George coming back to tell them what they had done to Montague. Angie had laughed for what seemed like ages. She didn't know if she had actually been in love with Fred, but if not, it had been close.

"I have no idea. But legally, what's wrong with it? The bloodlines match. I'm not going to kick up a fuss. There's no reason why you can't be with someone you love." no point in both of them being miserable. Maybe another match would land her withs someone she could laugh with.

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[info]pemontague
2008-08-12 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Palmer shrugged. "You and I might see it that way, but the Ministry thinks that they are in charge." His gaze traveled over the grounds again, now completely perplexed as to what to do about the present situation.

"Can you tell the seller to hold on for a while? We can make a good faith deposit if you want to hold it. If you can spare me as your husband, I can at least contact the Ministry to see if they'd allow it." He didn't hold out much hope that things would work in his favour, but he had to try.

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[info]angiejo
2008-08-12 10:09 pm UTC (link)
"I'm fairly sure Kingsley and the Ministry have gone mad. He was supposed to be a good choice for Minister when they put him in. Now look at the mess he's created." when she had heard him on the twins and Lee's radio station, or when she had heard about him in the final battle...she had put confidence in him. Now she thought he was a nut job.

"I can keep the seller waiting for a while, actually." it wouldn't be hard, just do some continued counter offers. If she had to use magic, she would, and they'd never know. "By all means, find out, and quickly." she wasn't going to protest. Angelina did not want to marry this guy, at all. Though she wasn't going to hold her breath, who ever this girl was? Still fit the description of the woman Montague needed to be paired with.

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