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Jul 18, 2020 6:24:55 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Jul 18, 2020 6:24:55 GMT -7
FINGER BENT OVER THE THIRD BUZZER, HE frowned when Harper's hand came up to stop him. A part of him subconsciously cringing at the idea that she might want to use magic. Did people just carry around brooms any more? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't getting on the back of one for love nor money. Not in this lifetime, he told himself. But, instead, she punched in a quick number sequence and the door buzzed open.
"Oh..." He sighed, relief cold on the back of his overheated neck. "Yeah, that makes sense." At the same moment a tinny voice came over the intercom, tired and hoarse. Frankie cringed and snickered, slipping past the door without answering. It snicked shut behind them, silencing the questioning voice and any guilt Frankie might have felt.
Well lit and painted a fresh white, Frankie felt like he was in a dentists office. His reflection scruffy and beer stained in the pristine stainless steel elevator door. Harper leaned against him as they waited for the carriage to arrive though he felt her impatience far before she verbalised it. "I dunno..." Frankie mused, shrugging a shoulder that jostled her. "Depends on the company, you know." He dropped his chin to grin at her clumsily. Her red hair askew, skin flushed from the cold air. "Plus, I'd rather not." He rubbed his eyes, nose scrunching. "Magic gives me the hives." The elevator dinged.
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Aug 3, 2020 20:47:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2020 20:47:02 GMT -7
▲ The whole ride up, she tried to come up with a comeback for Frankie’s comment on getting hives from magic. Her mind felt like one of those muggle Halloween fog machines, puffing out clouds of haziness every so often, managing to clear up just enough to make coherent sentence or two before drifting off again. If it hadn’t been for the drinks, she would have still been up at this hour, probably listening to music and reading a book in front of her fireplace. That had been the main selling point for her when it came to renting the apartment – she liked the warm, comfiness of the flat, contrary to the stark, sterile impression that the building gave. Even her parents’ house was immaculately scrubbed and kept in pristine condition, mostly due to Ondina’s ailments. As the elevator chimed with their arrival on her floor, Harper stepped off first, pulling on Frankie’s arm as she led him down the hallway and around the first corner, stopping at the end where her apartment was. Once again, she realized that she needed her keys to get inside, looking up at her companion, then past him to make sure no one else was around. “Don’t tell anyone,” she held a finger up to her lips as she pulled her wand out and zapped the lock with the charm to open it. She stopped right on the threshold, before turning around to look up at Frankie, grinning at him. “If you get hives so bad from magic, I’m not sure I can let you in. For your own safety, you know?” She took a few steps back, leaving the door open as she slid her jacket off and tossed it haphazardly onto the coat rack, almost causing the stand to topple over. “Buuuut it’s up to you,” she called behind her as she went further into her apartment. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Sept 1, 2020 9:11:28 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Sept 1, 2020 9:11:28 GMT -7
THOUGH HE'D BEEN JOKING WHEN HE'D STATED that magic gave him hives, it did make him uncomfortable. He couldn't explain why, nor did he ever want to, but magic had always irked Frankie. When he'd been a child, he'd awaited with bated breath for his turn to learn it. And then, it was taken him from. His entire identity destroyed by something he could not control. He'd grown to hate it ever since.
As they elevator doors dinged open, Frankie came to reality with a startling speed. Stumbling after Harper as she led the way through a modest hallway towards her door. Almost colliding with her back as she stopped suddenly. His arms coming up to rest on her shoulders, keeping himself and Harper steady all at once. But, when she pulled out her wand, he let go. Pulling his hands to his chest and wiping them absently. "I'm calling the police," He joked, but the door opened so smoothly he was transfixed. Alas, as disgusted as Frankie was by magic... he was equally fascinated.
Harper, standing in the glow of sconces lighting the hallway. Her body leaning against the frame of her door, blocking the way. How could he hate magic when it grinned at him like that, like they were sharing a secret. Frankie swayed slightly, both palms still pressed flat against his chest, frozen there. "I... can take an anti-histamine-" He hiccuped, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling. But she was already sliding inside her flat, luring him inside regardless of warning. Almost tripping over her jacket as she tossed it on the floor.
She was surprising, Frankie thought. The kind of girl he'd have written off normally. Too cute, too quiet. But, a couple of beers in and she turned in to something else. The 'jump first' kind of people. Frankie's kind of people. He followed diligently, the dark of the hallway making him blink blearily. What was she doing? He thought. What was she thinking? He thought, equally important. "You- you know what I am, right?" He muttered, an urgency overtaking him. She'd never asked, nor had she ever questioned his aversion to magic. They had met on Diagon Alley. Most people assumed he was a wizard. He hated every one of them, without any just cause. But not Harper. She'd just wandered on, almost oblivious. Or maybe, just kind.
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Sept 16, 2020 20:47:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2020 20:47:17 GMT -7
▲ The joke of calling the muggle police had her giggling in between her words as she entered her apartment. Like they could do anything to her. Though getting slapped with a drunk and disorderly would certainly make some family members question if the police had gotten that right. Good little Harper, getting drunk and causing mayhem? Out of the question! As if driving around motorcycles wasn’t enough for them to think of her as an adult. Despite being the oldest of her siblings, she was still seen as a middle child amongst the Weasley throng. On the older side, sure, but still right in the middle. Forgotten most of the time and left to her own devices. Acting out (and this was just acting her age) would certainly draw some weird conclusions, but she didn’t care anymore. Moving out of her parents’ house let her do this. That was the whole point in leaving. “You caught me, officer!” she laughed as she went a few more steps into her apartment, walking backwards and trying to kick her boots off at the same time. Unable to do so while standing, she threw herself on the ground and had to use both hands to rip each boot off. Un-lacing them was completely out of the question, because why would she do that? Frankie said something about taking medicine as he entered the apartment, narrowly missing her jacket on the ground, and she had tossed both boots in his direction as well. She sort of hoped they didn’t hit him, because they were heavy and padded, and meant to be worn while riding the motorcycle. Something about safety and not wanting to lose a foot if she crashed badly. Managing to get the second one off of her foot and throwing it somewhere in the darkened apartment, only hearing it bounce off a wall and then tumbling a few times on the ground, she jumped to her feet again and wobbled in place. Head spinning, she stepped towards the closest standing object, which happened to be Frankie. He was talking about whether or not she knew what he was, and she stared up at him while trying to figure out what he meant. “Oh!” she exclaimed, figuring it out in a second. He meant being a squib! Of course she knew. She had graduated in the same year as his younger brother, and Gabriel had mentioned his older brother was one. Unless Frankie was a different brother, but then he wouldn’t have been asking her that question, right? Even drunk she could sort of process all of that. “Yeah. So? My cousin is a freaking werewolf and my sister is a head case.” Harper patted him on the chest a few times with both hands and then backed away from him, starting her backwards walk towards her bedroom again. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 21, 2020 9:41:07 GMT -7
Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Nov 21, 2020 9:41:07 GMT -7
GIGGLING LIKE SCHOOL CHILDREN, FRANKIE leaned against the wall behind him. Watching as Harper landed with a hard thud on the floor, her tongue poking out as she tugged at her boots. He couldn't stop laughing, their silhouettes smudged as the door behind him clicked shut, plunging them in to darkness. Just the street light filtering through the blinds in the front room giving them shape. Frankie almost copied her, the vision of comfort hard to ignore. He pulled his coat off instead, arms clumsy as he tugged at the sleeves.
Teetering to the side, eventually Frankie gave in and let himself slide down the wall to the floor beside Harper. The wood cold and his arm caught in the elbow of his jumper, nearly pulling both that and his coat off in an attempt to shed his layers. He focused on untangling himself, battling with whether or not he wanted to tell her what he was. Acknowledging the elephant Frankie invited in to the room. The coat was discarded in a lump and he straightened his jumper as he stared at her in the dark. For a moment, he thought she wouldn't say anything at all. His gut twisted. Flinching when she exclaimed, suddenly looking at him in a way that made his skin itch. The whites of her eyes the only thing Frankie could see with clarity.
Without saying anything, Frankie scrambled back to his feet. Grunting when she met him there, her hands slapping hard against his chest. He almost reached up to grab her wrist, but his reflexes were slowed by the beer. His chin lifted, unruly hair mussing over his forehead and in to his eyes, which he blinked lazily. She'd known after all. Harper just... simply didn't care. He wanted that to annoy him but it didn't, pushing off the wall to follow her down the hallway in the dark. Like she was the only source of light in the whole damned flat.
Suddenly. Frankie's expression was sober. Though judging by the way he swayed down the hallway, he definitely was not. He reached out for her, misjudging his steps and stumbling in to her as he picked up the pace. He knocked them both in the wall by a door, sweaty palms keeping himself from crushing her in to the plaster as he harrumphed deep in his throat. Unable to stop himself from giggling in the dark, his nose nudging the crown of her head as he shut his eyes in dull shame. "Fancy... meeting you here." He muttered, chin against his chest as he looked down at her in the dark, her pale face almost unfamiliar from this angle. "Sorry." He whispered, voice croaking, before he pushed himself off the wall by her head and leaned down to kiss her impulsively.
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Nov 28, 2020 11:28:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2020 11:28:15 GMT -7
▲ It was unclear if she tripped over herself as she was walking backwards, feet tangled up by the shoes she had just kicked off, or if Frankie had stumbled into her. Harper was too numb to her surroundings, everything still feeling heavy from the last few drinks she had. Only when she really focused hard could she put two and two together. Even then she still caught herself letting loose a round of silly giggles at her current situation. This sort of thing didn’t happen to her often, or at all really. Everything she did had always been so guarded, especially at school and home, where she was within the range of Ondina’s ever-listening ears and sharp words. But that didn’t matter anymore. Ondina wasn’t here – she didn’t even know where Harper’s apartment was, according to their mum – and it would hopefully stay that way. It was a first. Her apartment was a non-Ondina zone, something even her bedroom at her parents’ house was supposed to be but never managed to be. There were no more harsh words about why she was home late or criticisms about her job (which she thought she was pretty good at), or even complaints about the smell of her motorcycle’s ignition. All of that was gone, finally. Apparently this is what freedom was like, and she really liked it. So when she found her back against the wall right outside her bedroom, Frankie’s arms keeping her in place and his face pressed against her forehead, she finally felt her heart beat thumping excitedly. This sort of thing hadn’t been possible when living at home, and she definitely hadn’t been brave enough to pull it off at Hogwarts when she had been with Jamie. “Who let you in here?” she teased back, snorting at her own stupid joke. Frankie pushed himself off of the wall and leaned down to kiss her, Harper reciprocating. After a few seconds, she tugged at his sleeve and started to pull him in the direction of her bedroom. [Fade End?] MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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