Garden for the Yule Ball

Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies were back here doing who knows what.
In the bushes.
Giggling.
Tee hee.

Serenity sat down on the bench, sighing and waiting for Angel.

He joined her momentarily, flipping through the book.

"What do you want to be when you grow up," Serenity asked dully, trying to make conversation.

"I'm going to start a muggle-slash-magical college. I'm going to split up the classes into day and night so that there's no risk of exposition."

"That's sweet. I want to be an ace attorney! Just like my dad. Objection, all that jazz, you know. It actually sort of bores me, but that's OK. Where do you want to live? What kind of house? How much money? Did you ever want any kids? I couldn't imagine eight little Angels running around.. College? Which curriculums?"

"I quite like my current home, and I'd like one to three children. All curriculums as of current thought. Why do you ask?"

"I like quiz shows." Serenity blushed, looking down. Currently, she was simply trying to find out if he might have any intentions of still liking her after school. "So, if all turns out as it should, do you think you'll get married to Laura? Er, Rachel? Libby? Olivia? Oops-- no, that's incest. Kelsi? Robin? That Lin character? I never liked her. Sorry- I'm going all jealous, aren't I? Erm-- What is your opinion on allowing gay marriage in the United States? Don't pull a Miss California and flip out on me. What is your opinion on MuggleWizard government? What is your opinion on .. erm.. what is that?! More than one.. erm.. person in a marriage? What is your opinion on democracies and monarchies? What is-- I give up, answer as many as you can please." Serenity threw the card she was reading from in a bush.

[[... Guess what. We'll be related to the potters. And the weasleys. And the grangers. Once again, by marriage. Cause Fleur's gonna marry Bill, who's little sister's gonna marry Harry, and Ron's gonna marry Cara, or Hermione, or whatever. (X]]

[Oh my god your right. Family reunion day.. *shudder* We'll have to rent a hotel.]

[[We could say they're too distant and we'll just ignore them?]]

[Second gen still can't intermarry, because second gen would all be cousins/second cousins. XD]

[and very distant cousins. Oh dear god, we'll have to make a giant new set... oh dear.]

He sighed. "Is this really necessary?"

Serenity nodded. "I have to know everything. Otherwise when we're older, I'll run out of ways to flirt with you-- Erm, I mean.. Er.. We'll run out of things to talk about."

He smiled and looked up. It was snowing, therefore cloudy, so the clouds were shielding the stars.

Serenity sighed, pulling her knees up onto the bench with her, crinkling her dress. She didn't really care. "What are you looking at? Can't be the star-- EEK!" A snowflake landed on her nose, wiping off a spot of nearly solid foundation and bronzer.

[[... Robin's not gonna marry Elroy. >>]]

(I am cuffuzled about connections cause of the little brothers and sisters >>)

Serenity stood up. "Angel, er, I-- er-- sort of-- definitely love you. But-- I'm starving, so I'm going to go eat, Okay? Bye." She walked off back inside, holding her breath until she disappeared behind a bush.

He smiled and opened the book again. "I know, I know..." he said to himself.

After hyperventilating for ten minutes or so, Serenity calmed down and sat back down, wishing she had a chicken leg to eat. With potatos. And peas, with ba-- Don't think about food. "Sorry."

"For what, Miss Rosensteel?" He didn't look up.

"For leaving." Serenity sat down, looking a bit bored with the situation.

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Do you mind not reading for a moment?" Serenity sighed again, leaning back onto a bush.