RP/OWL: When the Stars Have All Gone Out
Date: Thursday, 12 September 1999 | Late Evening
Characters: Angelina Johnson, George Weasley
Location: Respective Locations
Status: Private
Summary: Angelina's nightmare returns, and she owls George.
Completion: Complete
Angelina came home from work and laid on the couch. She only meant to close her eyes for a moment, but she drifted off to sleep instead.
...she stood in an unfamiliar hallway. It was dark, possibly evening. A thick wall of smoke slowly choked the oxygen from the air and rolled toward her. Angelina covered her mouth and backed away. Her feet stumbled into something, and she toppled over backward. The fall to the stone floor jarred her and she struggled to pull herself up to a sitting position.
When she sat up, she realised she'd stumbled over someone--a body. Angelina leaned forward, feeling panic rise within her. At first glance the face was a blur, lost in the tendrils of smoke that snaked over the body. She waved away the smoke and shouted at the stranger.
And when the smoke shifted, she recognized the face. Fred. His skin was ashen, and his eyes stared blankly at a ceiling he would never see. She screamed, then shouted his name. She touched his cheek, begging him to look at her, to hear her, to breathe again...
Angelina jerked awake, nearly tumbling off the couch. Her heart raced, and her ragged breaths seemed to fill her flat with a heaviness that brought tears to her eyes. She placed one hand over her heart and closed her eyes. She had loved Fred as a friend--and still something more. Yet, she'd never told him. Never really talked about it. It seemed like a piece of herself she didn't exactly want to share with anyone--it was hers. One of the small bits she had left to remind her of him.
She doubled over and let herself cry for a few moments. Then she inhaled slowly, trying to shake away the memory of the dream. "I miss you," she said to the empty room. Glancing at the time, she saw that it was quite late. How had so many hours slipped past? She grabbed parchment and a quill and wrote.
Dear George,
If it wasn't so bloody late, I'd Apparate to your flat. I'm having one of those moments when I desperately need to see your face, and no one else will quite do. I've been thinking of you lately as I've missed seeing you on a regular basis.
I'm sure we would make excuses and say we've been busy with work or whatever else we use as an excuse as to why we hole ourselves up in our flats and let the world slip by.
You should know that I think of you often, and I hope you're doing well. If you ever need me, you know where to find me (probably at work). Let's do something soon. I miss your smile.
Love, Ang
P.S. - I'm sending you a dozen chocolate truffles because I love you so much. Share them with Lee. I'll ask him next time I see him just to make sure you did.
Characters: Angelina Johnson, George Weasley
Location: Respective Locations
Status: Private
Summary: Angelina's nightmare returns, and she owls George.
Completion: Complete
Angelina came home from work and laid on the couch. She only meant to close her eyes for a moment, but she drifted off to sleep instead.
...she stood in an unfamiliar hallway. It was dark, possibly evening. A thick wall of smoke slowly choked the oxygen from the air and rolled toward her. Angelina covered her mouth and backed away. Her feet stumbled into something, and she toppled over backward. The fall to the stone floor jarred her and she struggled to pull herself up to a sitting position.
When she sat up, she realised she'd stumbled over someone--a body. Angelina leaned forward, feeling panic rise within her. At first glance the face was a blur, lost in the tendrils of smoke that snaked over the body. She waved away the smoke and shouted at the stranger.
And when the smoke shifted, she recognized the face. Fred. His skin was ashen, and his eyes stared blankly at a ceiling he would never see. She screamed, then shouted his name. She touched his cheek, begging him to look at her, to hear her, to breathe again...
Angelina jerked awake, nearly tumbling off the couch. Her heart raced, and her ragged breaths seemed to fill her flat with a heaviness that brought tears to her eyes. She placed one hand over her heart and closed her eyes. She had loved Fred as a friend--and still something more. Yet, she'd never told him. Never really talked about it. It seemed like a piece of herself she didn't exactly want to share with anyone--it was hers. One of the small bits she had left to remind her of him.
She doubled over and let herself cry for a few moments. Then she inhaled slowly, trying to shake away the memory of the dream. "I miss you," she said to the empty room. Glancing at the time, she saw that it was quite late. How had so many hours slipped past? She grabbed parchment and a quill and wrote.
Dear George,
If it wasn't so bloody late, I'd Apparate to your flat. I'm having one of those moments when I desperately need to see your face, and no one else will quite do. I've been thinking of you lately as I've missed seeing you on a regular basis.
I'm sure we would make excuses and say we've been busy with work or whatever else we use as an excuse as to why we hole ourselves up in our flats and let the world slip by.
You should know that I think of you often, and I hope you're doing well. If you ever need me, you know where to find me (probably at work). Let's do something soon. I miss your smile.
Love, Ang
P.S. - I'm sending you a dozen chocolate truffles because I love you so much. Share them with Lee. I'll ask him next time I see him just to make sure you did.