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cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2009-01-07 11:51:00

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T I M M S ¤ agatha

Happy • Angry • Sad • Concerned • Scared

Crying • Giddy • First Crush • Yule Ball • Innocent

Betrayed • Baby • Best Friend • Working • Traumatized

Wary • Drunk • Flustered • Bitchy • Paternal-Love

First Year • Graduating • Sorting • Hogwarts • Pick Your Own

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¤ Happy

"Oy, are you crying?"

Agatha shook her head as the tears fell from her eyes, and her grip on Fredrick's hand tightened. She huffed greatly when his free hand reached out and wiped the supposedly non-existent tears off her face. It was Christmas morning, and Agatha had come in only ten minutes ago, just to see Fredrick sitting up, wide-eyed and confused. And asking for food.

So excuse her if she was still unable to control any emotion she might have at her formerly in a coma husband waking up.

"You're making this awkward," Fredrick said, his hand going into her hair. Agatha's eyes shut, trying to force her tears to stop. It wasn't working, and she let out a choking sound that made Fredrick groan, "Oy, Aggie, come on."

"I'm so bloody sorry!" she let out, smacking him in the leg. Fredrick yelped and she immediately felt guilty. "Are you okay!"

"Yeah, I'm fine, you---you." Fredrick finished weakly, his grin faltering. Agatha could tell that he'd finally been hit with the overwhelming...she couldn't find another word for it, happiness it was to be able to look at each other. They had obviously never been a very romantic, share-your-feelings kind of couple, but right now all Agatha wanted to do was kiss him and hug him and tell him how much she loved, loved him.

She didn't hesitate in shoving him over on the bed so that she would had room to lay. Fredrick immediately accommodated her and in their frantic movements Agatha ended up half on top of him. He grabbed at her face and she kissed him as quickly and hard as she could, her foot slipping off the bed but it didn't matter. Fredrick's arms wrapped around her and while she knew he was weak, the sense of desire could be felt and---

"Fredrick Briar Xander Catchlove," Agatha hissed into his mouth as his hands wandered under her shirt. She panicked, partly because he may feel the bump she had grown over the past month, but mostly because she didn't want to be caught getting groped in a very public hospital. All that separated Fredrick and herself from the other patient in the room was a curtain.

"I have been," he started, kissing her chin and working up her jawline, "--in a bloody coma for fuck knows how long---let me fondle my wife."

Agatha sighed as he sucked on her neck. Well. All right. It was Christmas.

¤ Crying

Fredrick had never felt this awkward in his entire life, and that was coming from a squib, all right? He had handled a lot of hardships, but right now as he stood in the doorway of his bedroom, he wondered if he could just...oh, Fredrick didn't know, die and get over the complete awkwardness that was filling him?

Agatha was crying. His Aggie was sitting there, sobbing on the end of their bed, and Fredrick was sure he'd rather jump out of the window of their ninth story flat than attempt to deal with this. Agatha Timms did not cry. She laughed at tears, she scoffed like a bloke when it came to other women whinging with red, blotchy eyes. So what on bleeding earth was going on?

He must have made a sudden, twitchy moment, because Agatha's head whipped toward him and she looked absolutely scandalized. She made a quick move to reach behind her and grabbed a t-shirt that had been thrown across the bed earlier. Agatha proceeded to furiously wipe at her face, even attempting to stand and wobble over to the dresser. Fredrick realized she really, really had not wanted to be seen in such a state, and for a brief second considered bringing up the weather report to change the subject. She'd appreciate the avoidance of the topic at hand, hm?

But then she had to go and look at him with those eyes that just screamed 'I need a hug' and he sighed.

"What's wrong?" Agatha shook her head and began to rummage on the dresser, and Fredrick cautiously made his way over, nearly tip-toeing across the bedroom to his fiancée. With great trepidation, he put out a hand and slowly, slowly laid it on her back. That seemed like a first good step, yeah? "Something happen, love?"

Her eyes ducked down to the dresser she'd completely overthrown (how was he ever to keep his razors and shit in order with this maniac messing his stuff up all the time?), and with a heaving sigh Agatha turned and pushed her face into his chest, mumbling incoherently. "Er----"

She let out an angry huff and Fredrick winced greatly, but to his surprise she pulled out a ratty piece of parchment from her cloak's front pocket and shoved it in his face, all the while bursting into tears again. Fredrick sputtered as he attempted to grab onto the parchment and wrap an arm around Agatha, and when he finally straightened things out and read the parchment, his shoulders sunk.

Attack on Platform Nine and Three Quarters! Two pronounced dead, Fabian Prewett, Gryffindor class of 1977 and his younger brother Gideon, Ravenclaw of 1978...

Oy.

The parchment dropped to the floor as Fredrick wrapped his other arm around Agatha to pull her as tightly to him as possible. They weren't a couple who got nervous and kept secrets about their past. Fredrick knew exactly who the Prewetts were; Gideon was the friend and Fabian was the first boy Agatha had ever told she loved. Fredrick had teased her constantly about it for a week! Holy fuck, both of them dead---on one fucking---September 1st---

"It'll be okay," he said soothingly, and Agatha just continued to weep into him.

¤ Giddy

After a few months of constant headaches, shrieking, squealing, and maybe possibly getting sick a few times, she was finally getting married. It wasn't something Agatha had thought about all her life; if it had been up to her, she and Fredrick would have gone down to the Ministry and done a quick legal ceremony and be done with it. The second that idea had come up, however, her mother had nearly fainted and his sisters were aghast at the idea of not having a wedding to be in. The guilt trip the couple had been thrown on was overwhelming, but finally, today was the day.

No more ugly colors, no more cake testing, and definitely no more dress fittings. Halle-freaking-lujah.

There was a quick knock on her door, and Agatha adjusted her headband one last time before getting up and rushing to answer it. "Don't you look dashing!"

Agatha looked over her groom, who was dressed in a red cardigan and blue jeans. His hair wasn't even combed, sticking up at all ends. Fredrick's twisted grin could light up a room and he pushed forward, capturing Agatha around the waist and knocking her into her dresser. Agatha laughed lowly during the sudden attack, but leaned into the kisses and enjoyed them thoroughly. Hopefully her t-shirt wouldn't get too wrinkled in their pre-ceremony snog.

"This is supposedly terribly bad luck," Fredrick let out, wasting no time in lifting her shirt over her head. His eyebrows rose in amusement at her rather sexy lingerie, and Agatha smirked greatly.

"I think seeing the groom before a traditional ceremony is the bad luck," she explained, helping Fredrick out of his pants as they moved in one fluid motion to her bed. Agatha actually giggled as she bounced on her back, but had no time to continue before she was being snogged again by her fiance. Who would be her husband in an our or two.

When they got married the day before the big ol' bash their family set up for them.

Because, really. Did they all actually think that Agatha Timms wasn't going to get her way?

¤ First Year

"I'M NOT GOING!"

Agatha stomped and screamed up at her parents, only holding herself up off the ground because her father had a strong grip on her arm. The rest of her body was limp, ready to take advantage of his slackened grip to drop her to the floor of Platform Nine 3/4.

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