Who: Angela and Gilbert What: Gilbert sees a proverbial ghost Where: The Leaky Cauldron When: Thursday evening Warnings: None unless you count the possibility of extreme Gilbert-baiting Status: Complete. We're awesome like that.
If there was one thing that Angela had missed about the Wizarding World, it had been the drinks.
But even Firewhiskey didn't keep her from feeling strange. The robes, though she'd grown up with them, were now unfamiliar and a type of clothing she associated with being a child, and the sleeves were cumbersome. She resisted the urge to tug at the navy blue robes and turned her attention to the numerous amounts of piles of papers she'd spread across the table.
Funerals required a lot of work. And that was what she was focusing on, because otherwise she'd have to begin to truly cope with the fact that her mother had died, and it was easier to turn her attention to caterers and caskets and floral arrangements.
She closed her eyes for a few moments, then shuffled through more papers, taking another drink of Firewhiskey.