FICLET: Seen and Unseen (Katie/Angelina)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: Seen and Unseen
Pairing: Katie/Angelina
Prompt: bridges to nowhere
Rating: PG
Word Count: 537
Summary: Now, when he looked at her, he tried to see her through Fred's eyes, and he understood.
Author's Notes: Sorry, guys, still angsty. These prompts just won't give my girls any happiness yet.
Link to Prompt Table: Here.
George couldn't take his eyes off of Angelina.
He had never really noticed how beautiful she was, sitting up straight with stony eyes and a firmly set mouth, her smooth, dark skin standing out in the crowd. She sat a few rows behind the Weasleys, clutching Katie Bell's hand, the blonde crying softly beside her into a small handkerchief. Angelina did not cry, not even a single tear; she simply held tightly to Katie and stared ahead solemnly.
George couldn't listen to the service, tuned out his mother's tearful eulogy, looked blindly about the room in a concentrated effort to avoid the casket. If he didn't look, if he couldn't see the box, then it wasn't there, it wasn't real, nobody was dead and they were all just sitting down for tea. And so he looked behind him, at Angelina, who nodded deferentially as their eyes met. Percy sat beside him, long lost Percy, but that didn't matter – the seat was empty because of who should have been there.
Angelina had dated Fred for a bit in their sixth year, just after they went to the Yule Ball. George didn't know how it had fallen apart, but he knew that Fred hadn't been very happy with the outcome. He had talked of winning her back, of how much fun they'd had. George had been jealous, for a bit, but it hadn't really changed the closeness between the twins, and so the envy had faded. He found it funny after a while, Fred's stupid attempts to get Angelina, joke wands that exploded into flowers when she found them under her seat. Nothing ever seemed to work; Angelina didn't seem to take them seriously, and after a while Fred gave up and stopped talking about it, right around the time they left school. George hadn't really understood what it was about Angelina when there were plenty of fit women out there for the taking. Now, when he looked at her, he tried to see her through Fred's eyes, and he understood. He had to, now that there was no one beside him.
There was so much more he had to do now, so many things Fred had started and couldn't finish. Plans to expand their joke shop, perhaps buy a shop in France using Fleur's connections, fixing up a new flat, finding a beautiful woman. Fred had always thought Angelina was beautiful.
George saw Angelina as something else that day, as she moved gracefully throughout the crowd, offering her condolences and sharing humorous stories about the deceased. George saw her easy smile and her expressive eyes; he saw her strength and courage. He saw what Fred would have seen, felt how Fred would have felt. The seat beside him was empty, but the space in his heart was not.
George did not see Katie Bell hanging onto Angelina's arm; he did not see the way the two women left together, hands and eyes holding tightly onto one another. He did not see Angelina kiss Katie gently in the courtyard, running her smooth dark fingers through Katie's hair. George did not see the way two women could feel about one another; all he saw were things unfinished, bridges into nowhere.
Pairing: Katie/Angelina
Prompt: bridges to nowhere
Rating: PG
Word Count: 537
Summary: Now, when he looked at her, he tried to see her through Fred's eyes, and he understood.
Author's Notes: Sorry, guys, still angsty. These prompts just won't give my girls any happiness yet.
Link to Prompt Table: Here.
George couldn't take his eyes off of Angelina.
He had never really noticed how beautiful she was, sitting up straight with stony eyes and a firmly set mouth, her smooth, dark skin standing out in the crowd. She sat a few rows behind the Weasleys, clutching Katie Bell's hand, the blonde crying softly beside her into a small handkerchief. Angelina did not cry, not even a single tear; she simply held tightly to Katie and stared ahead solemnly.
George couldn't listen to the service, tuned out his mother's tearful eulogy, looked blindly about the room in a concentrated effort to avoid the casket. If he didn't look, if he couldn't see the box, then it wasn't there, it wasn't real, nobody was dead and they were all just sitting down for tea. And so he looked behind him, at Angelina, who nodded deferentially as their eyes met. Percy sat beside him, long lost Percy, but that didn't matter – the seat was empty because of who should have been there.
Angelina had dated Fred for a bit in their sixth year, just after they went to the Yule Ball. George didn't know how it had fallen apart, but he knew that Fred hadn't been very happy with the outcome. He had talked of winning her back, of how much fun they'd had. George had been jealous, for a bit, but it hadn't really changed the closeness between the twins, and so the envy had faded. He found it funny after a while, Fred's stupid attempts to get Angelina, joke wands that exploded into flowers when she found them under her seat. Nothing ever seemed to work; Angelina didn't seem to take them seriously, and after a while Fred gave up and stopped talking about it, right around the time they left school. George hadn't really understood what it was about Angelina when there were plenty of fit women out there for the taking. Now, when he looked at her, he tried to see her through Fred's eyes, and he understood. He had to, now that there was no one beside him.
There was so much more he had to do now, so many things Fred had started and couldn't finish. Plans to expand their joke shop, perhaps buy a shop in France using Fleur's connections, fixing up a new flat, finding a beautiful woman. Fred had always thought Angelina was beautiful.
George saw Angelina as something else that day, as she moved gracefully throughout the crowd, offering her condolences and sharing humorous stories about the deceased. George saw her easy smile and her expressive eyes; he saw her strength and courage. He saw what Fred would have seen, felt how Fred would have felt. The seat beside him was empty, but the space in his heart was not.
George did not see Katie Bell hanging onto Angelina's arm; he did not see the way the two women left together, hands and eyes holding tightly onto one another. He did not see Angelina kiss Katie gently in the courtyard, running her smooth dark fingers through Katie's hair. George did not see the way two women could feel about one another; all he saw were things unfinished, bridges into nowhere.
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Date: 2009-07-11 09:14 am (UTC)You did a great job with bridges to nowhere. :)
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Date: 2009-07-13 02:38 am (UTC)I think it's pretty obvious I agree with your words there. ;) Sorry for the lack of fluff, I might be able to do something happy with the next prompt. Hehe, thanks so much, I love reading your comments. =)
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Date: 2009-07-17 02:34 am (UTC)Poignant and beautiful.
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Date: 2009-07-25 02:07 am (UTC)Also, I love your icon. Ginny/Harry is so cute!