WHO: Verity Weasely and Trevor Scaboir WHAT: Verity's pissed and runs into Trevor WHERE: Diagon/Knockturn WHEN: Monday night WARNING/RATING/STATUS: None/PG13/Ongoing
Verity was pissed. It didn't quite matter to her that Fred was right and Ron was a prat, and it definitely didn't matter that the logical part of her brain was telling her to cool it. Although she loved Charlie with all her heart, more than she'd ever thought she could love someone, she did wish things had gone differently, that she'd been planned for, things hadn't been so rushed and chaotic. But to have someone like Ron throw that in her face? And was that what all of Fred's family thought of her, too?
She hadn't been able to handle even looking at the journal anymore, had just dropped Charlie at the shop, ignored Fred's attempt to talk to her and had headed out into the dark Alley, just needing to walk. At the juncture, she paused, not quite wanting to walk up to the new bits of the area.
Trevor! The thought came and she almost snapped her fingers. He was always good for a distraction! And he'd said he worked down Knockturn! Taking a breath, she stepped down the foreboding Alley, trying to walk casually and not draw any attention to herself. Although it was later, there were people prowling the street, eyeing her uncomfortably. It wasn't until she was halfway down the Alley, her anger fading quickly and being replaced by a deep seated feeling of unease and the first cold shivers of fear, that she remembered she had no idea where Trevor worked.