Crowley and Aziraphael start the evening by being somewhat
disturbed by the dead angel thoughtfully propped against the bar. They manfully soldier on, and Crowley gives Aziraphael a
present in exchange for the Remex he gave John. Like the man himself, it's rather more than it
originally appears to be, and Aziraphael is
fascinated. There's a minor argument over who will actually
keep it, and
Crowley's family is discussed again. Kassandra
begs for a reading, and Crowley
obliges. Classical geeks squee. Kassandra, Aziraphael,
Tonks and Peter look on.
Kassandra
has bad memories, Crowley
reassures her, and they talk about his history in rather more
detail. He's
pragmatic to Tonks,
forthcoming to Kassandra, and
rather unfairly guilt-tripped by Aziraphael.
Tonks breaks the sudden tension by mentioning
her dinner at the Weasleys', and Charlie appears in a bid to...
reassure her. Or something. There's not really all that much he can do, though, considering
the peas and
the vase. Charlie and Tonks go on to
reminisce, then become a little maudlin. Charlie
doesn't want to leave, so Tonks
snogs him, and tells him
she doesn't want him to leave, either. There are
declarations of love. Pretty unromantic ones, really. It all starts to sound
rather explicitly sexual and they disappear off to the House of Arch.
Meanwhile, on another thread...
The dead angel is
brought up again. Aziraphael is
rather ill.
Crowley and Aziraphael talk
ancient history. Various subjects are discussed-
death,
dismemberment, and
miracles. Poetry is
recited.
Admissions are made. And
reciprocated. It all starts to sound
rather explicitly sexual. There is
more poetry. After some
wibbling, things get
back on track. Wings
appear. Oh my. There is more
quoting, a discussion of
home and
apples, and they
saunter off into the sunset.If I have missed anything, you are welcome to yell at me. Later. I... really need to sleep. Until tonight, m'dears...