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Charlie Baker [ Artist ]
377 Posts  •  27  •  Bisexual  •  played by laura
everything you've come to expect [fflur]
« on: April 04, 2019, 03:36:55 AM »
early october 2002

Sod’s law; Charlie had arrived in Hogsmeade ten minutes or so ahead of when they’d agreed to meet at The Unicorn and Thistle – some restaurant Fflur had picked – had opened the door, taken two steps inside, spotted the familiar red hair of his ex-girlfriend, frozen on the spot and turned around to march back out before either Honey or Fergie saw him from their table. Fortunately, Honey had had her back to him, so if either of them was going to see him it would have been Fergie, but Charlie wasn’t entirely sure if that was really the lesser of two evils given the topic du jour in the press. 

So now he was standing outside in the high street, waiting for Fflur to turn up. One hand in his pocket, he’d lit a cigarette and was smoking it to pass the time – it looked marginally less creepy than standing there with both hands in his pockets trying to avoid eye contact with anyone that walked past. He was the type of figure that didn’t really fit in in Hogsmeade – and not because he was currently sunburnt to shit after spending a month in Mexico. His leather jacket and jeans ensemble stood out against the wizarding robes worn by most of the locals, as did Fflur’s equally muggle attire as she finally made her way along the cobbled street to him.

He took a final drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it on her approach. “Change of plans,” he announced as he wrapped his arms around her in greeting. “I can’t go in there,” he muttered, as though the person he was trying to avoid might be able to hear him, “is the Broomsticks alright? Good.” He pulled back and placed a hand on either shoulder, turning her on the spot to face in the opposite direction without waiting for an answer.

“Honey’s in there,” he explained under his breath, avoiding Fflur’s gaze and what he assumed would be a ‘serves you right’ sort of look. He wondered if Fflur had read the Prophet, or if she was still anti-media. He was sort of hoping for the latter, because that meant he wouldn't have to go over the interview again – he'd already heard it from Kate, from Sam, even Liam. He pushed the door to the other pub open and held it for Fflur, following her in out of the brisk autumn air. On the plus side it wasn’t teeming with students because it wasn’t a Hogsmeade weekend – it wasn’t even a weekend. Perhaps the threat of it being a school night was what Fflur needed to curb her drinking, and Charlie was happy to oblige whatever fit her schedule best. He was trying to be a better friend, given everything she’d done for him over the past few months.

They sat down opposite one another and Charlie glanced over at her anxiously, “You hungry?”

@Fflur Blevins
« Last Edit: April 04, 2019, 03:40:24 AM by Laura »

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Fflur Blevins [ Professor ]
162 Posts  •  32  •  played by christine
Re: everything you've come to expect [fflur]
« Reply #1 on: April 27, 2019, 12:16:51 AM »
Fflur had mostly forgiven Charlie for that post-wedding hangover by now, though she wasn’t ready to completely let go of it, not just yet. She hadn’t seen him since then, anyway, and being mad in letters just wasn’t the same. Sure, she was excited to see him for other reasons -- going a month without seeing him after several months of consistent visits was weird -- but that was the main one. She had considered making a list, keeping notes of the things she needed to discuss (that interview, for one), but after a little thought, that seemed like a little much.

She wasn’t planning to make it a late night; Robin (and the dog) was back from New York and she had already spent the full day at the castle, so clearly she had better things to do. Besides, Charlie was married now; he’d need to get on home, too. They were meeting at The Unicorn and Thistle for sort of that reason: the alcohol wasn’t as in your face as it was at the other couple restaurant options and Fflur was attempting to be a responsible thirty-something for once in her life.

It was nearing dark as she reached the restaurant -- and Charlie -- and she waved before stamping out her own cigarette. She was about to tell him how creepy it was to wait for her on the street when he announced their change of plans. Confused, she didn’t return the hug, her arms hanging limp at her sides. “Seriously?” She attempted to look over his shoulder and into the restaurant, but the crazed fans or paparazzi she had been half expecting to see weren’t looking back at her (and it was just as well, because she still didn’t think he was that famous). She snorted and rolled her eyes as he pulled back. “Whatever.” Responsible thirty-somethings could not drink at the Three Broomsticks, too.

“She what?” Fflur tried to turn back around and get a proper look but Charlie’s arm was still around her shoulders; she settled on glancing sidelong instead, laughing again that a woman could scare him away that easily. “I’ve been meaning to talk to her, actually, give her some details if she wants to properly take credit for getting you arrested.” She had read that article too -- with some delight -- and had a lot of questions, but one thing at a time, she supposed.

Ushered inside and to a corner booth, Fflur finally got a good-in-proper-lighting look at her friend. She didn’t hear his question, forgot all her planned ones, too distracted by the postbox red face he was sporting. Without warning, she reached out and poked his forehead with her finger, quickly pulling back and watching with amusement -- that she didn’t bother hiding -- as the red went to white and slowly back to red again. “Christ.” She laughed again as she slipped off her jacket and pushed it off to the side of her bench. “Hope you figured out sunscreen before you went to the nudey beaches.”

Charlie Baker [ Artist ]
377 Posts  •  27  •  Bisexual  •  played by laura
Re: everything you've come to expect [fflur]
« Reply #2 on: May 15, 2019, 11:06:43 AM »
“Oh, I bet you two have got an afternoon tea lined up.” Charlie rolled his eyes. If it wasn’t so laughable, he might be more concerned that his ex-girlfriend (who apparently was never actually his official girlfriend) and his ex-best friend-cum-one-time lover-cum-best friend again were neighbours. He might even be worried that Fflur would find out that when she’d turned him down back in February, he’d slept with Honey later that very same day (in his defence, Honey had turned up on his doorstep). Not that it should really concern Fflur who Charlie slept with. Fortunately for him, regardless, he was fairly certain that Honey and Fflur would never catch up and exchange gossip about him, whether over tea or something stronger. Good thing he’d inadvertently pitched them against one another all those years ago, really.

Charlie's eyes went round as Fflur’s finger approached his face over the table; he watched, unmoving, and remained still as her fingertip pressed against his forehead. “What are you—” He swatted at her belatedly – he’d find something to blame his slow reflexes on later. “Fuck off,” he decided to let the grin he was trying to contain win through. “Yeah, gotta have an even tan,” he joked – he was clearly well beyond a bronze glow; he would remain this permanent shade of pink for a little while before peeling and reverting back to his usual pale self. Surprisingly, he hadn’t actually been burnt the entire time he was in Ixtapa – thanks to his aversion to the sun they’d usually waited until the heat of the day had subsided before venturing out, except on the occasion he’d managed to allow himself to burn almost to the point of needing genuine medical attention.

Rather than repeat himself and ask again if she was hungry, Charlie grabbed two menus and shoved one at her to try and shut her up. Or at least, shut her up about nude beaches. He didn’t want to talk about that – or anything related to that – with Fflur.

“So how was your hangover?” he grinned. They’d both seen each other in sorry states before – if Charlie hadn’t been happily (debatable) hungover elsewhere he would have certainly enjoyed seeing how Fflur had pulled up the next day. “Were you still drunk when you got to Hogwarts?” A knowing grin spread across his lips. Bit of a dick move for him to have his wedding literally the day before school started – on another continent, at that – but he maintained that he had not chosen the date and that, really, Fflur was the only one affected by it so she ought not to complain. “Did Robin get to help you outta that dress in the end?” he smirked.

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