Feeling that it might be a little rude to say that calling your house "The Burrow" might be considered rather strange to more people than just herself, Abigail kept that little tidbit silent, taking another bite of her sandwich to give herself thinking time. Despite sounding like something a rabbit might live in, the way the twins talked about their family and their home made it sound pleasant. She hadn't seen her own family in months and the realization made her heart ache with how much she missed them. But almost immediately she was distracted with the sound of Harry Potter's name and she momentarily found herself stunned, pulled out of her own grief. Her mouth fell open slightly, eyebrows raised, but George was already moving on with the next piece of information before she could fully wrap her head around the idea that the family that had just saved her was in touch with, possibly even friends too, Harry Potter.
Making a concerted effort not to look like she was overwhelmed by all of the names and information she had just been presented with, Abigail made herself smile. The expression wasn't too difficult, she was pretty happy at the moment, but she still hoped that she would be able to keep all of the facts straight when the time came. "i'm looking forward to meeting everyone." She smiled again, she loved making new friends after all.
The door to the shack opened then and Emily walked in, pale but no longer appearing as if she was in intense pain, followed by Charlie, Who intern looked as if he was trying to piece together some sort of puzzle, confusion wrinkling his forehead. Abigail beamed at the sight of her friend, carefully scrutinizing her tired face for a moment before letting her go into the bathroom without objection. Staring at the closed door for a heartbeat, Abby then turned around and watched as Charlie took up an empty seat and turned it around before sitting down so that he was sitting in the chair backwards. He smiled at his brothers as he took one of the sandwiches, taking a huge bite out of it and swallowing before giving her a wink.
"That's me. I haven't seen a dragon in weeks though." He admitted with a wistful sigh. "I can live without the burns, but I miss seeing them and getting a chance to pit my strength and wit against the scaly brutes."
Abigail giggled appreciatively. "sounds dangerous. I don't see what you get out of it."
"No one ever does." Charlie replied, giving his head a little shake.
Laughing once again, Abby then lit up as George mentioned that he and Fred both owned a joke shop. "Oh! That sounds wonderful!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together and looking delighted. "I feel like I haven't laughed in ages! I would love to hear more about the kinds of jokes you have both come up with." She said sincerely.
"You opened yourself to that one." Charlie said with a grin, vivid memories of what the twins had come up with flashing through his mind. "It's brilliant though."
But when Fred went on to ask her about what she herself had done before You-Know-Who had made things such a living nightmare, Abigail found the thought had her frown returning, her stomach twisting uneasily. She couldn't very well start telling them about how she had been a spy for the ministry, how she could change into any animal she could imagine, she didn't have that level of trust for the Weasley men. Yet. So after a moment which involved her biting at her lower lip, she decided to tell only part of the truth. "Nothing too exciting I'm afraid, unless you think that cooking part time at the Leaky Cauldron is exciting."
Having waited patiently as Emily reassured him that she was fine and then got to her feet, Charlie was nevertheless ready to catch her should she stumble. Her expression seemed to darken, almost as if she could read his thoughts, but instead of telling him off about his desire to help, she instead threatened to hex him if she discovered that he and his family were not actually there to help. Holding up both of his hands palms outward, Charlie couldn't help the small grin that flickered across his face. "And I wouldn't blame you in the slightest. I'd jynx myself if I even start to consider it." He reassured her, though he wasn't expecting that to gain the witch's trust.
Following behind Emily as she headed towards the shack, Charlie retrieved his own backpack from the ground as they went, hooking it over one shoulder and had just moved to step forward to open the door when the blonde suddenly blocked his path. Blinking down at her, he silently listened to her cryptic explanation, his confusion rising as he tried to connect what had just happened with what she was saying now, but felt as if he was missing the point somehow. Perhaps she wasn't talking about the potions... By the time she had finally moved inside and he had walked in after her, he still hadn't unraveled what she had said to him. Watching as Emily disappeared into the bathroom, he just managed to hold back the sigh that threatened to escape, putting the matter at the back of his mind before joining the others at the little table.
As he ate his sandwich and joined in the conversation going on between his brothers and Abigail, Charlie couldn't help but allow his light brown gaze to drift to the closed bathroom door every minute or so, mind only really half on the talking that was taking place. He still couldn't quite comprehend what Emily had meant by what she had said earlier. And trying to decipher the message was making his head hurt.
There was a soft click as the bathroom opened once again, Emily emerging with a cloud of sweet smelling steam and taking her place silently at the little table, collecting her own food and beginning to eat without a word to any of them. By the look on her face, Charlie thought that Abigail had also been worried about her friend. The brunette reached out and plucked the brush magically untangling Emily's hair out of the air and began to run it herself through the wet strands.
"Had a good bath?" Charlie inquired pleasantly, admitting to himself that the young woman looked better for her wash.
Making a concerted effort not to look like she was overwhelmed by all of the names and information she had just been presented with, Abigail made herself smile. The expression wasn't too difficult, she was pretty happy at the moment, but she still hoped that she would be able to keep all of the facts straight when the time came. "i'm looking forward to meeting everyone." She smiled again, she loved making new friends after all.
The door to the shack opened then and Emily walked in, pale but no longer appearing as if she was in intense pain, followed by Charlie, Who intern looked as if he was trying to piece together some sort of puzzle, confusion wrinkling his forehead. Abigail beamed at the sight of her friend, carefully scrutinizing her tired face for a moment before letting her go into the bathroom without objection. Staring at the closed door for a heartbeat, Abby then turned around and watched as Charlie took up an empty seat and turned it around before sitting down so that he was sitting in the chair backwards. He smiled at his brothers as he took one of the sandwiches, taking a huge bite out of it and swallowing before giving her a wink.
"That's me. I haven't seen a dragon in weeks though." He admitted with a wistful sigh. "I can live without the burns, but I miss seeing them and getting a chance to pit my strength and wit against the scaly brutes."
Abigail giggled appreciatively. "sounds dangerous. I don't see what you get out of it."
"No one ever does." Charlie replied, giving his head a little shake.
Laughing once again, Abby then lit up as George mentioned that he and Fred both owned a joke shop. "Oh! That sounds wonderful!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together and looking delighted. "I feel like I haven't laughed in ages! I would love to hear more about the kinds of jokes you have both come up with." She said sincerely.
"You opened yourself to that one." Charlie said with a grin, vivid memories of what the twins had come up with flashing through his mind. "It's brilliant though."
But when Fred went on to ask her about what she herself had done before You-Know-Who had made things such a living nightmare, Abigail found the thought had her frown returning, her stomach twisting uneasily. She couldn't very well start telling them about how she had been a spy for the ministry, how she could change into any animal she could imagine, she didn't have that level of trust for the Weasley men. Yet. So after a moment which involved her biting at her lower lip, she decided to tell only part of the truth. "Nothing too exciting I'm afraid, unless you think that cooking part time at the Leaky Cauldron is exciting."
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Having waited patiently as Emily reassured him that she was fine and then got to her feet, Charlie was nevertheless ready to catch her should she stumble. Her expression seemed to darken, almost as if she could read his thoughts, but instead of telling him off about his desire to help, she instead threatened to hex him if she discovered that he and his family were not actually there to help. Holding up both of his hands palms outward, Charlie couldn't help the small grin that flickered across his face. "And I wouldn't blame you in the slightest. I'd jynx myself if I even start to consider it." He reassured her, though he wasn't expecting that to gain the witch's trust.
Following behind Emily as she headed towards the shack, Charlie retrieved his own backpack from the ground as they went, hooking it over one shoulder and had just moved to step forward to open the door when the blonde suddenly blocked his path. Blinking down at her, he silently listened to her cryptic explanation, his confusion rising as he tried to connect what had just happened with what she was saying now, but felt as if he was missing the point somehow. Perhaps she wasn't talking about the potions... By the time she had finally moved inside and he had walked in after her, he still hadn't unraveled what she had said to him. Watching as Emily disappeared into the bathroom, he just managed to hold back the sigh that threatened to escape, putting the matter at the back of his mind before joining the others at the little table.
As he ate his sandwich and joined in the conversation going on between his brothers and Abigail, Charlie couldn't help but allow his light brown gaze to drift to the closed bathroom door every minute or so, mind only really half on the talking that was taking place. He still couldn't quite comprehend what Emily had meant by what she had said earlier. And trying to decipher the message was making his head hurt.
There was a soft click as the bathroom opened once again, Emily emerging with a cloud of sweet smelling steam and taking her place silently at the little table, collecting her own food and beginning to eat without a word to any of them. By the look on her face, Charlie thought that Abigail had also been worried about her friend. The brunette reached out and plucked the brush magically untangling Emily's hair out of the air and began to run it herself through the wet strands.
"Had a good bath?" Charlie inquired pleasantly, admitting to himself that the young woman looked better for her wash.