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Post by Billie Frank on Dec 25, 2007 6:13:59 GMT
Since they didn't leave they sat at another table,Billie shrugged and sat next to Fred with a smile."So how you been!We haven't pranked or talked in a while"She stated.Billie heard what the guy said and nodded her head."Maybe that would be a good idea.What do you guys think?"She asked.She sighed it has been a rough day and pretty much boring but the excitement was getting there in a sad kind of way.
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Post by Fred & George Weasley on Dec 25, 2007 9:52:52 GMT
Fred nodded encouragingly at the still-strange-boy's idea to get a table and a few drinks and, running off towards the bar, he shouted, "Bring us a round, Rosmerta, dear! Put it on our tab....We're gonna need it," Fred muttered to himself, as he walked back from the bar and to the table that the others had chosen. He smiled at Billie and sighed wistfully. "Alas, my dear one, we haven't had the luxury of pranking lately. Been too busy with the shop and all, you know. Trying to refurbish it after the last havoc wreaked on it," he explained, still feeling more than stupid about being the one who'd hit the detonator button on the catastrophe kit. Shaking his head, he thanked the barmaid as she came with their round, and passed the glasses of Firewhiskey all around.
George nodded in agreement, though he wasn't sure to whom, and made his way to the table with the others. Somehow managing to get squished in between Billie and Adrienne, he wasn't going to complain though, George had to admit, he did scoot a tad bit closer to Billie, as he didn't think it would help his and Adrienne's cause to be too close to her. Forcing a dry smile at Rosmerta as she delivered, their drinks, George didn't need telling twice from his brother to take it up. Raising his glass in the air, in a mock cheer to everyone else, he took a large gulp of the brew, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat.
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Post by Adrienne Lena on Dec 25, 2007 12:56:05 GMT
Adrienne sat down at the table, delighted and horrified to find that she was sat right next to George. Tristan was giving her a bit more space then he had before; he may not be the brightest, or the most perceptive, but he was far from stupid. He noticed the tension which escalted everytime he touched Adrienne. The whole bar noticed it; it must have dropped about 3 degrees every time he did.
Adrienne noticed George scooting closer to Billie, and looked away, ignoring the instinctive roaring of jealousy in her ears; it wasnt like that. She couldnt help but think that, if she had had to name someone she pictured George with, Bille would have been that girl. She was just like Adrienne had described; really pretty.. and tall. Adrienne only just broke 5'5. And she was brunette... Billie was a blonde... boys liked blondes, didnt they? She didnt voice any of her thoughts, and knew better then to alow them to become spitefull. Billie was friend of hers, and Adrienne knew that nothing was meant by it. She just couldnt help her mind running away with her.
She was glad that at least Fred was talking, because everyone else was practically silent. She really didnt know what to say, and George appeared to care more about getting alcohol down him. Tristan was also silent, although, to be fair, he was not a man of many words... more the silent, brooding type. But you could always be sure that something was going on upstairs.
Tristan had not failed to noticed Billie, like he did all girls. She was pretty, but he was distracted. Adrienne didnt look like much was going on with her, but he knew better... as should George, come to think of it. But he was sure George could tell as well as he could. Adrienne and Tristan had always been close. Not like brother and sister, it wasnt like that. Just... close. Platonic more-then-friends kinda relationship. Growing up with someone, its hard not to make that connection. But that didnt mean he failed to notice Adriennes good looks, which is why he couldnt fathom what the expression on her face was now. He sighed to himself, and drank his firewhiskey. He was just a man; what did they expect of him?
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Post by Billie Frank on Dec 25, 2007 18:52:36 GMT
Billie noticed that George moved a little closer to her,probably to help his problem but she knew that it wasn't helping at all.She looked at Adrienne,whose head was turned probably when George moved a little closer.One thing Billie would never do is take a very good friends boyfriend away even if there on break thats not like her to do that.She shrugged it off and acted like she didn't notice,just for Adrienne."I could help you out Fred.I have a lot of spare time in my hands!"She stated with a smile.
From the corner of her eye she saw the guy looking at her,he was rather cute, but quickly moved his focus back to Adrienne he must've really cared about her a lot unless there was something going on between them.She shook her head and faced Adrienne once she turned around."So Adrienne!How you been?"She asked with a sincere smile.She grabbed a glass of firewhisky from the table where Madame Rosmerta put it on the table,and drowned it down slowly.
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Post by Fred & George Weasley on Jan 3, 2008 5:54:47 GMT
"Of course, Billie goat. Your help is always welcome," Fred teased, winking at her at the nickname. Chuckling slightly, he picked up his Firewhiskey and looked at his brother, frowning at him over his glass. Searching for his brother's leg under the table, Fred landed a hard kick to his shin, smirking as he pulled it off.
"Oh, f-" George shouted, banging his knee against the table as he reacted from being kicked so violently. Glaring at his brother, he muttered, rubbing his shin under the table and setting his glass down. Plastering on a smile, he turned to Billie and said, "Yeah, anytime you're willing to lend a hand, or an idea, we could sure use one." Wiping that fake smile off his face, still muttering at his brother, George turned to Adrienne when she was asked how she had been. George was wondering the same question, though he didn't know if it would have been alright for him to ask in this atmosphere.
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Post by Adrienne Lena on Jan 3, 2008 6:01:42 GMT
"Oh," Adrienne said, suprised as George seemed to spasm at the table in front of them, but then distracted as she was asked how she had been. She felt Georges eyes on her, rather then saw them, because she was making sure she didnt look at him. "Er.." she became very interested in her glass "ok, I guess." she was lying, but there was no point in getting into that. She hadnt been Ok since she and George had broken up... gone on a break... whatever, the whole thing was bullshit.
Tristans jaw tightened slightly but he said nothing. He scooted slightly closer to Adrienne though, on the pretence of moving his chair closer to the table. George had moved away from her, and so had he, trying to give her more space, but now she had just ended up stranded in the middle.
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Post by Billie Frank on Jan 6, 2008 9:39:47 GMT
Billie couldn't help but feel the awkward silence,they were all sharing.She sighed a bit.She hated awkward silence for some certain reason.maybe because no one spoke the just looked at each other a thousand times.She looked over to Fred when a smile spread across her face at his joke."Your welcome,loves!"She said,smiling.Their wasn't a day where she didn't smile at those two.
Billie grabbed another Glass,looking at Adrienne."So whose your friend Adri?"She asked curiously,yet politely
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Post by Fred & George Weasley on Jan 17, 2008 23:33:40 GMT
While George's eyes were on Adrienne, waiting for her to speak with bated breath, Fred was watching his brother uncertainly. He put his glass down and stopped drinking, putting an arm across Billie's shoulders as he relaxed at his chair. "Anytime, babe," he told her, winking as she thanked him, before turning to look at Adrienne's friend as well, with a polite smile on his face.
George looked away from Adrienne almost immediately after he had looked at her, seeing as how she wouldn't even look at him. Was that how it was going to be? Keeping his eyes on the table, he heard rather than saw the other guy move closer to her, but didn't look up then either. He too put his glass down, following Fred's suit, but pushed his chair away from the table. "I think I'm going to get going. I'm not...feeling very well," he mumbled.
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