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[Jan. 10th, 2010|04:11 pm] |
Who: Fred and Verity What: Sharing the plans for the attic space in WWW: Hogsmeade Where: WWW: Hogsmeade When: This morning Rating/Warning: TBA
( He hadn't really expected it to be busy. ) |
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[Jan. 8th, 2010|09:35 am] |
Who: Percy and Fred, George, Verity or whoever is at the WWW shop What: Percy approaches his brothers about changing things Where: WWW shop, Diagon Alley When: After work, Thursday Rating/Warning: TBD!
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
WHO: Verity and Fred WHAT: Closing up shop, then chatting WHERE: Diagon Alley WHEN: Wednesday night WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Drinkin!/PG13?/Ongoing
Propping the box on her hip, Verity unloaded another row of daydream charms and shook her hair out of her face. "I could use a drink," she called back to Fred, who was counting out the till. They'd only closed a few minutes ago, but Verity felt better already. It had just been one of those days where every minute felt like an hour and everyone seemed to be in some kind of mood.
"Or several drinks." Sealing up the box, she glanced at the section before moving towards the storeroom. "You have any plans tonight?" She made her voice nonchalant, but her heart beat a little faster at the though of going out for a drink with Fred. Who knew what would happen?
Putting the box away, she came back out and hopped onto the counter beside Fred. "How'd we do today?" She asked, eyeing the money piled up beside the register. |
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[Sep. 5th, 2009|12:20 am] |
WHO: Verity & Fred WHAT: Talkin' bout the Order WHERE: Verity's flat again WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None/PG/Ongoing
Closing her journal, Verity supposed that she shouldn't be surprised that Fred had managed to keep the secret of the Order quiet for so long. For as loud as he was, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. A part of her was hurt that she hadn't known about the Order, like she hadn't known about the DA when they were in school. Did Fred think she couldn't be trusted? Obviously not or she'd still be in the dark, and wouldn't be working for him.
So why then? She heaved a sigh and tossed her journal onto the coffee table. Throwing herself back onto the couch, she wriggled around until she got comfortable, propping her feet up on the arm, her hands folded across her stomach.
She quite obviously had a stake in the war, being a halfblood. It wasn't as though anyone would ever think that she was in support of You-Know-Who... so why?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise at the door and she reached behind her to grab her wand, ready to unlock the door when Fred announced himself. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
WHO: Verity & Fred!! WHAT: Verity is bored as ass (assuming ass is boring, of course) WHERE: Verity's flat! WHEN: (damn, I was hoping I could start all these with Verity) Tuesday evening! WARNINGS/RATINGS/STATUS: This thread may be too osm for you/PG13 for now?/Ongoing!
Dotting the period at the end of her sentence, Verity grinned to herself almost unconsciously even though she knew whatever Fred was going to respond with it wasn't going to be the deceleration of love she would've liked. She shook her head and ran a hand through her short hair, tugging at the ends. Maybe what she needed was change.
A party would be good, depending on who threw it, it might help expand her social circle, such as it was. With the party idea, of course, came the added bonus of presents for her birthday. And presents were never bad. Eyeing her journal, she tossed it aside and grabbed her wand, accioing a beer from the kitchen and uncapping it. She took a long swig and pulled a face.
She'd never liked the taste of beer, it was all bitter and fizzy but not the good kind of fizzy. She preferred sweeter drinks and conversely, straight drinks: vodka and tequila and the like. But she'd never been good at mixing drinks and it was sort of depressing to sit alone at home and knock back vodka shots.
Sighing melodramatically, she leaned back against the cushions of the couch and tried to mentally contemplate if she had enough cash on her to justify ordering takeaway. She'd found enough to pay for an entrée or two appetizers when a knock sounded at her door.
She paused, momentarily wondering if she'd become psychic and ordered food with the power of her mind. The knock came again and she pushed herself up. "I'm coming," she hollered, making her way to the door. |
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