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Angie! (johnsonchases) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-03-21 22:08:00

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!1998: 03, !complete, angelina johnson, arthur weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, katie bell, roger davies, verity weller

WHO: Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Fred and George Weasley, Roger Davies, Verity Weller and eventually Arthur Weasley
WHEN: Sunday March 21 (late late evening early morning of the 12nd)
WHERE: Paddington Green Police Station
WHAT: After days of people trying to get Angelina out of the house, Angie agrees. Going to a muggle sports bar, she drinks too much, gets angry, and gets in a fight. Fred and George have to get her out of the drunk tank...
RATING: PG-13 for this group's mouth
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
NOTES: So we worked out that it would work with everyone sort of writing a narrative comment about how they made the muggle cops angry and ended up in jail for the night and them contacting the next person on the list. It'd end with Mr. Weasley having to come get them ALL. This way the thread doesn't go dead from too many people. An since it's just a few of us. I can probably email when it's your charries turn. :) Also, due to it getting buried, and no one even mentioning that it's happened yet, Dena said I could repost and redate it. AGAIN Reposted. Bette and Dena said I should.

Days. That's how long Katie and Alicia had been attempting to get Angelina out of the house and off the couch/off the bed, and it was starting to greatly annoy the hell out of Angelina herself. But she'd finally relented. She wasn't even sure why she'd done it herself, but tonight she'd emerged from her room, showered and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She was going out.

She hadn't actually invited Katie either. She needed out by herself they could deal with it. There was a sports pub in muggle London. Angelina was rather fond of it. In fact, she could be called a regular.

Her family always had been extremely sports minded. Cricket, football, quidditch. It didn't matter what the sport was as long as there was some one to root for.

There was a match on, and Angelina was thankful for it. So she kept waving the bartender over as she watched the game, trash talk, egging the team on the telly on. It was the best way to forget your troubles.

Unless you were Angelina, because it really wasn't working, and the more she drank, the more she felt like she might loose it. And loose it she did.

It was an innocent enough exchange, biting remarks about a person's favorite team, normally led to more biting sarcastic remarks. This time it led to flying fists (when after Angelina was asked why she liked one team, she'd remarked that her whole family did. They responded with a, "You're family has shit taste."). Angelina had punched the bitch out, which got her friends up in arms, caused a bar fight, and led to her current predicament of sitting at the copper's desk as he took her slurred statement.

When told she could call someone, she claimed her numbers were in the book they'd taken off of her. She lifted the phone and held it between her shoulder and head, and when the copper wasn't looking scribbled a drunk note in her journal for Fred and George to come get her out of this hellhole.

Absofuckinglutely brilliant.

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weasleygred
2010-03-22 03:05 am UTC (link)

George had been searching for the lost box of receipts and things that they'd realized they needed to give to Troy so he could figure out their accounts. George was fairly sure that it was a small box in a bigger box that had something in it. He didn't remember what though, which made looking for it difficult. They had a lot of boxes. It was made all the more difficult by the fact that George kept getting distracted by things that were IN the boxes that he'd forgotten existed in the first place. "Oi, FRED, I forgot we made coffee flavored edible Dark Marks. Why didn't we sell them again?" he called absently.

He remembered that Fred wasn't actually there at the moment, being off at the other shop, when his twin failed to answer. He also remembered why they hadn't sold the Dark Marks when he smelled one and they smelled like Dead Cat. Right. They'd meant to fix that. Oh well.

George tossed aside the box and eyed the vast array of Other Boxes still sitting in front of him.

Sod it. Fred could finish. Or Roger. What good was a shop boy if he didn't wear a mini skirt and sort through boxes of things George had forgotten about. (Although maybe George should have him make a list of what he found so George could discover it without actually working.

He hefted himself up off the floor, walking over to the to dig out their emergency, Junior Quidditch League Day bottle of firewhiskey, and picked up his journal. He flipped through absently, and then stopped when he saw a note from Angelina. "Bugger." He jotted an answer back and then pulled on his coat, popping out to the police station.

Or at least he tried to. He hadn't actually BEEN to the police station before. So he ended up a few blocks off, and scared the shite out of some old lady walking a tiny, fluffy rat. (Possibly a dog, but it didn't look it.)

He found it with a bit of trial and error and walked in, watching people bustling about and walking up to the nearest counter. The officer there was a tiny, curvy brunette with the kind of glasses that made her look like the sort who'd be all hot in bed if you could get her there. Like maybe she'd want to spank you and tell you that you were naughty. Which George could be all right with.

He smiled at her and asked after Angelina. George was a bit busy staring down her uniform and trying to figure out if she was accentuating what was there with wires, or trying to play it down, and when she asked him about "Angel", he went along with it, saying something about paying to get her out.

George wasn't actually sure what he said. But it turned out that "Angel" and "Angelina" weren't at all the same thing. Angel was, however, in the same cell as Angelina, wearing a leather miniskirt, and apparently could be bought for a low, low rate. Which the hot desk sergeant thought George had paid, or something.

It probably didn't help when he asked for her number, and thought she was saying something about how much she'd be worth, and George said he'd pay loads more for her. (Desk copper, not Angel. Angel was a bit terrifying and George wasn't sure she was actually a she.)

It REALLY didn't help that she was dating some big bloke with two brain cells and a bowl hair cut, who happened to overhear. George didn't know if they actually thought he was drunk, or if it was just payback. But he ended up in the cell next to Angelina. (And Angel)

He managed to talk them into letting him jot a note at least, and called out to Angelina to say hello. And ask if she'd dropped the soap yet. For the time being, he had his cell to himself, and lamented, loudly, the lack of harmonica, or a cup to bang against the bars while he waited for Fred to come get them.

He also told Angelina repeatedly that he should get points for coming to rescue her. Even if it didn't quite work right. (Not his fault. The desk-copper-lady had it in for him. And bowl-head was jealous.)

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weasleyforge
2010-03-22 03:21 am UTC (link)

Fred was still at Verity’s. They’d let whatshername open the shop today (since her fiancée hadn’t actually been in a horrible accident and Fred had spent the morning pretending like he had no idea where that owl had come from). That didn’t mean that this late in the night, though, Fred was in any state to come to someone’s rescue.

For one, he was going to be a dad. For two – well, he’d drunk quite a bit when Verity wasn’t looking, thinking about the fact that he was going to be a dad, and though he held his liquor pretty well it was getting around to that time that someone was going to notice, and it was going to be her, and then there was going to be yelling.

The note from George was a life saver, and he explained to Verity that they had to go to the muggle side of London and bail out George and Angelina from evil coppers, which was at least distracting enough that he got them there without a problem.

Of course, then that bloke in the waiting area had said something about how he was dressed – which didn’t bother him – but had then put his hand on Verity’s shoulder, which really, really had. It had been a long time since Fred had actually punched anyone, and the bloke was a blood brick storefront, really. Fred was pretty sure he’d almost broken his hand, but that hadn’t really mattered as the bloke called his manhood into question and went at him, and ten minutes later the coppers were pulling him off of the bloke and tossing him into the cell with George.

Fred was still screaming out “You get your sodding hands off her she’s having my baby!” as they locked him in.

Somewhere he noticed that Verity was being tossed in with Angelina, too, but for the life of him he hadn't noticed why.

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thelivewire
2010-03-22 03:36 am UTC (link)

Although she'd been exhausted, Verity had accompanied Fred to Muggle London, sure he'd end up in the cell with George if she didn't. The night had been a whirlwind and she was quite sure things hadn't even begun to settle down, but hopefully the addition of George and Angelina would normalise things momentarily.

Except for the fact that the complete opposite had happened. There'd been some Muggle, a big, brooding, hulking prat that had been staring at her, which had been enough to ready her for a fight, just the feel of him looking at her, even though she was standing there, beside Fred, her fingers linked through his. The bloke hadn't cared and then he'd stepped towards them and touched her. He'd sidled up beside her, made some comment about being able to satisfy her better than Fred and had dropped his hand onto her shoulder.

Before she could even react, Fred had flipped out. She'd wanted to jump in and help because he was almost instantly overpowered, but she hadn't been able to. Wound up as she was, when a Muggle officer had touched her arm to pull her away from the brawl, she'd snapped and whirled around, punching him in the face without thinking.

The men had been separated and she'd been shuttled along with Fred, down a long cold hallway, where she'd been shoved into a cell with Angelina. She'd been immensely glad that there were bars between the two of them because he was screaming about the baby and the look on George's face was not promising and all she wanted to do was to throttle Fred but instead she kicked the bar and threw herself down on the bench beside Angelina, her anger unabated and her toe throbbing.

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agile
2010-03-24 08:15 pm UTC (link)

Earlier that day, the Tutshill Tornados had played a tough game against the Wimbourne Wasps. Before the game had started, Roger had almost got into it with Birch after the Captain had pulled the Chasers aside and told them he wanted better out of them than he had been seeing lately. That had led to the Chasers, including himself, being ticked off and being off their game. If it hadn't been for their Seeker, they would have lost the game.

Two goals. They had made two goals. Of course, that had led to the almighty Birch shooting them 'See what I'm talking about?' looks after the game and a promise of a lecture at the next practice. Luckily, all that had been forgotten when the team had gone out to one of their regular pubs for the afterparty. The anger had still been there, bubbling under the surface, but drinking made him forget the anger for just a little while.

It was nearly midnight when Roger had received word that he was needed down at Paddington Green Police Station. The buzz in his head kept him from fully comprehending why, but he knew it had something to do with Angie and the twins. He was still smart enough to decide against Apparating, but drunk enough that he made quite a racket walking into the police station.

A few slurred too loud words and a not-so well placed leer at the policewoman out front had him tossed in with the rest of the group for drunk and disorderly conduct, with a promise of a fine and a Penalty Notice for Disorder when he sobered up. And after a few too cheerfully loud greetings (and overly affection hugs that might have not been wanted) to his friends, he curled up with his head in Angelina's lap and fell asleep. There was, possibly, some drool.

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johnsonchases
2010-03-25 01:25 am UTC (link)

Angelina could not believe this was happening. One by one her friends got locked into a cell beside her. Coppers were insane, and Roger passed out in her lap was hilarious since it seemed more like he'd just wandered in like he was lost.

So she looked at everyone sitting in the jail cell. The reactions to Fred's loud announcement that Verity was pregnant and everyone behind bars led to one of the most hilariously surreal nights ever. She let her head rest on the wall behind her and she started laughing. She really couldn't help it. And it was the first genuine laugh anyone would have heard come from her in weeks.

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