Who: Helena and Fred What: Chatting and cuddling Where: Hammock When: Thursday night Rating/Status: low/Complete
Fred whistled as he made his way to Helena's. He hadn't seen her since Saturday, and he wanted to make sure she was feeling alright. As always he had a smattering a flour on him, but she had yet to say anything about his flour-y ways, so he wasn't all that bothered. He just needed to see her, and talk to her. A lot had happened in the past two days, first with George then Angelina, that made him fully aware of how important it was that he talk to Helena before anything else happened.
He was nervous. His stomach was practically eating itself, least ways thats what it felt like. He bounced on the balls of his feet for a second before running a hand over his face. Merlin, why was he so nervous? He was just checking up on her. He smirked to himself as he thought it was ironic that he was trying to lie to himself. Finally, he knocked on the door, waiting till someone answered. His relief showed on his face when it was Helena behind the door; no matter if him and Angelina had talked about things, he still didn't want to face her again right now.
"Hey," he started softly with a nervous smile, "I just wanted to see how you were feeling."