the wilderness remains (not_who_i_am) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-14 09:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-10, c: kevin whitby, c: rose zeller, type: thread |
WHO Kevin Whitby & Rose Zeller
WHEN 14 October 2000 | lunch
WHERE Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
RATING Low/Med (Kevin severely wishes for more)
His body nearly bounced where he sat with barely contained energy. To say he was nervous was an understatement, but sweeping over that was the pure excitement, the realization that shortly Rose would be more than just words on a page, but the physical presence that he had not seen since the end of Hogwarts. Their relationship had not ended well, hell, it had not ended at all. They had been torn from each others company with a striking coldness, as if their parents cared little for the relationship they had (which was quite important to him in the very least). He'd wanted to owl her time and time again after that, contact her someway, but aunt Bridget refused to let an owl in or out of the house and Rose was a pureblood (living with purebloods), she didn't have a telephone and he had no idea what her address was, or if a postman could even get there. So without contact, it had floundered. Now they were engaged to other people and apparently she and Steve (he glared internally at the name) were quite close. There were parts of Kevin that sort of wished she would see him and all those "feelings" (he had no doubt she was just Stockholm'ing it or something) would go away and she would come back to him. Running a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up in awkward spikes, his knee bouncing he looked around again and wondered what had happened to Diagon Alley. The war, he figured, but it just wasn't right; all broken down as it was, it seemed sad, the air even hung with it. What he wouldn't give for the world to just go back like it was supposed too, his eyes closed for a moment as if hoping (wishing) hard enough would bring it all back in alignment. As the opened again there was no such luck, the grey world still greeted his eyes. |