Mar 24 2011, 01:31 PM
"You look like a homeless man who kidnapped a baby," Freddie said, staring disapprovingly after her oldest brother as he led her across the wealthier part of London. He had his 10 month son, Jamie, held tight in his arms, the other trying to hold onto Freddie's hand and failing.
"Thanks, Freds, can always count on you for a self-esteem booster when I'm chasing the mother of my child through the streets of London," he said, looking back briefly to make sure Freddie was still behind him.
"I'm just saying, she left you! You should stop stalking her," Freddie said unapolgetically, hurrying to keep up with Bradley's significantly larger frame when a hobo winked at her.
"Nice one," Bradley said, distractedly before he made a sound of triumph and followed a familiar brunette into a hotel.
Freddie looked around warily before making a noise of frustration and following after her stupid brother. By the time she had entered the lobby (surprisingy without being stopped by anyone) Bradley and Kayla were shouting at each other. Bradley turned around, caught sight of Freddie and with a breathe of belief gave Jamie to her.
"Wait, what? No no no, come back, Bradley, COME BACK, YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE - " Freddie looked down in panic at the baby who gurgled evilly.
Jamie hated her and Freddie hated Jamie. It was most definitely possible to hate your nephew. She was holding the baby awkwardly, trying not to think about dropping her like she did when Jamie was five months old. She turned around, stumbling and treading on someone's foot.
"I will kill you, Bradley Darling, as soon as I find the nearest body of water to dump your fat arsing arse, " she muttered under her breathe before whipping her hair out of her face to observe who she trodded on. Maybe it was a policeman and Freddie could report Jamie as a missing child. Hopefully?
Mar 24 2011, 07:42 PM
Aaron was surprised when his dad handed him a card key, a small wallet (he was sure it was his mum's change purse, only filled with wizard money), and told him what time to come back. But then he was locked out of the hotel room with his father's crooked grin being the last thing he saw before he heard the latch click. Maybe he had been hogging his dad, but Grant McMasters had thoroughly enjoyed spending every day in Diagon Alley, so his mum couldn't complain.
She was probably just jealous.
Aaron hid the terribly girly bag in his pocket and turned to walk down the two flights of stairs and out of the hotel. He had spent, and was going to spend, the summer in this hotel so that he could be closer to Diagon Alley and his parents didn't need to worry about attaching the floo network to their fireplace. His dad was trying very hard to convince his mum to do it, but she didn't like the idea that, like dialing a wrong number on the phone, someone could accidentally pop into their house. She seemed wary about everything that involved magic, but maybe it was just scary. She used to tell him that new things weren't scary, but they kind of were. So it made sense why she was panicking like she was.
A rather loud, bickering couple stormed past Aaron as soon as he got into the lobby, and he had to glance after them curiously. Who would argue like that in public? Maybe they were staying there too. And maybe it was a bad idea to walk backwards so you could watch people who obviously didn't want to be watch.
"Umph!" He groaned as his back came into contact with something solid and a bit warm. Some part of his brain was telling him that his foot ached, but he was more concerned with the fact that he had walked into someone. That had not been very nice of him. "Erm, sorry!" He muttered, biting down on his lip as he looked at her. When she whipped her hair out of her face, the edges tickled his nose and made him scrunch it up before backing away. Maybe she was just one of those dangerous girls who made fools of themselves in public.
"You're going to kill someone...?" Aaron gulped. He was thankful that his name wasn't Bradley James. Aaron McMasters was rather fond of living, breathing, and anything associated with having a heartbeat.
Apr 22 2011, 10:17 AM
"What? No - you didn't just hear that. There will be no witnesses," Freddie whispered under her breathe into Jamie's ear. Yep, that's why she wasn't allowed to baby-sit unless all her siblings were busy or dying. Freddie shifted Jamie so the fat bugger could rest more comfortably and found herself eye-to-eye with the boy who had spoken.
She raised one dark blonde eyebrow, thinking fast. Maybe she could trick this boy into keeping Jamie and run away. The inevitable murder of Freddie by her brother for losing his son would be at least delayed if Freddie started travelling to Australia now. Freddie scrunched up her face, this was getting too complicated. At least she had enough of a moral conscience to just dump Jamie on the side walk. They were after all family and even if they were rivals at the age of 1 and 10, Freddie didn't feel right about leaving Jamie to fend for himself.
"Hello, I'm Freddie!" Freddie said brightly, pasting on a smile and trying to appear like a friendly human being. "What's yours?" Freddie asked, looking around for one last sign of Bradley before turning back to the boy and muttering, "That's lovely," and walking as subtly as she could closer to him.
Jamie made a squawking noise and pulled a large chunk of Freddie's hair with his spit-covered hands. Ew. The situation wasn't getting any better. Freddie stepped on one of her shoelaces and pulled her feet away so it fell loose, leaving her converse shoes loose.
"Could you hold it for a moment, please? I need to tie my shoelaces," Freddie said, holding the baby out and trying to plant him onto the boy so she could make her quick escape.
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