angelina johnson. (ehjohnson) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-07-18 17:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | angelina johnson, angelina weasley, pansy parkinson |
WHO: Angelina & Pansy
WHAT: Confrontation!
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHERE: Out and about
STATUS: Complete
Although Angelina hadn't had the best of weeks, she was getting used to this hell forsaken place. With all the bad news, there had been good news. Fred was still here, and she was getting to know some of her future family. Things were stressful with George, but it wasn't anything Angelina couldn't handle. She certainly could have used Katie or Alicia, but at least she had Oliver. He wasn't someone she'd first turn to in a crisis, but it was nice knowing he was there. Ange didn't exactly enjoy or excel at her job, but it wasn't the worst place to work. At least she didn't get stuck with something like maid or janitor. If someone could hurry up and figure how to get their magic back, Angelina's job would be much easier. Numbers were much better in the hands of goblins or magic.
Today was Sunday, and Angelina didn't work Sundays. She'd gotten up earlier than usual today, and gone down to the beach. Her skin didn't need to be tanned, but she still enjoyed the sun. Ange had gone in and out of the water to cool off, and simply enjoyed lazing around. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a simple and serene day. As much as she loved Fred and her lifestyle back home, it didn't leave much room for relaxing. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Hours had past before Angelina felt a rumble in her stomach, so she'd gone to find a bite to eat. Ange was running low on money, but she decided to spoil herself today. Angelina had eaten a hearty lunch, and stuck around to have a couple pints. Hell, why not.
Angelina strolled back towards her bungalow. She looked just about everywhere except forwards, not expecting to run into anyone. Ange hadn't really run into any people today, and the sleepy trail back to her bungalow should have been empty. For some curious reason, it wasn't. By the time Angelina let her eyes drift downwards, she came face to face with none other than Pansy Parkinson. Shock settled in first, but anger quickly overcame that. "Parkinson," she hissed in greeting, resisting the urge once again to call her 'Pug-face'.