"Grahrgh..." Angelina raised her head off of her dinner table, where she'd fallen asleep, groggy and confused. There was a possibility that someone had knocked on her door. For a moment, she played with the idea of not getting up to investigate and returning to sleep, but if there was any chance that there was someone beyond her door that could save her from her boredom she should probably take it.

Tuesday nights were always a bit mind-numbing for Angelina. It was the one night that she could never arrange anything else to do and the only night that she couldn't go to Avalon. The hag (she tried to hide the fact but everyone knew she was) that performed on Tuesdays had made it clear that she didn't like or respect Angelina. She also thought Angelina was a slut. Angelina had simply pointed out the fact that the hag was a bloody hag and had been perfectly content to continue on her way. Peg, the hag in question, was not. The resulting brawl had gotten Angelina banned from the place on Tuesdays but the black eye Peg had for the following week was good enough reason to do it. She hadn't anticipated this complete and utter boredom, though. She'd even written owls earlier to be sent out the next day!

Rising up, Angelina winced at the sound of her spine cracking in several places. She definitely needed to look into a couch. Not only would it be more comfortable on her back, it'd probably brighten up her hovel. Scratched wooden floors and water-stained walls were the main decor of her flat. She'd tried to fix it up but she'd run out of money quickly after she'd started. So, all she had was a dining table with mismatched chairs, a telly on a stand from the seventies, and the frame of an old futon couch. There also used to be a cushion on the futon but she'd also once had a cat. That was really as far as she felt like thinking about it.

Opening the door to peek through the crack, and hoping she didn't die for her brashness, Angelina was surprised to see--well not really, this is exactly the kind of thing she'd do--Katie Bell on her stoop.

"Katie!!"

Angelina tried to open the door fully but was jarred when the chain stopped her. Slamming the door shut, Angelina quickly threw the chain off and reopened the door.

"Merlin, Katie! Come in!" Angelina stepped to the side, allowing entry. "And your little dog too!"

Katie's face broke out into a huge smile and happy eyes to see that her friend was home.  "Angie!" She jumped up and across the threshold to throw her arm around the taller girl's neck in a tight hug, Pea a bit squished between them. 

Pushing the door closed with her foot, Angelina twirled her smaller friend around a full turn before setting her down, "When did you get back in the bloody country, Bell?"

Katie grinned up at her friend as she tucked her hair behind her ear.  "Just last week.  We're so happy to be back too!" she held up Pea to indicate the 'we' before continuing, "even though it's all cold and dreary, but it's home and I missed you and everyone!" she rambled excitedly. 

Angelina laughed at Katie's bubbling energy. You could always count on the girl to make even the most common activity sound like it was going to be the most brilliant thing you'd ever done. She'd missed that.

"Well, home is glad to see you too!" Angelina welcomed and directed Katie, and Pea, of course, towards the table. "Have a seat! So, how are you? And what brings you to my pathetic excuse for a home?"

Katie slid into the chair and settled Pea on her lap before turning excited, twinkling eyes back to Angelina.  She'd missed her.  Angie could make anything funny and Katie had needed more than a few giggles when she was all lonesome in Italy.  "I just wanted to see you, is all.  I know I'm rubbish at owling, but, well, I thought I'd make up for it with fun visits," she smiled sheepishly. 

"Brilliant!" Angelina grinned and took a place at the table as well. "What kind of fun did you have in mind? You didn't pick up any funny ideas in Italy did you? With that all girls team? You realize I have Fred for that kind of thing!"

It was a rather open secret that Angelina and Fred had an even more open relationship. They'd been seeing each other off and on since their Sixth Year. At first they'd tried to keep it all a secret but unfortunately, Hogwarts didn't allow for many secrets to be kept. By the middle of their seventh year practically everyone knew that Angelina and Fred were good mates...with certain perks involved.

"Speaking of which. Did you meet any beautiful Italian blokes while away, Ms. Bell?"

Katie laughed at Angelina's insinuations, shaking her head as she said, "No girls for me Angie.  I see enough of them every day at practice and I definitely don't need the after hours funs on top of it all. Plus," her eyes twinkled with mischief, "boy parts are so much more fun for that sort of thing."  Then, shaking her head, she said, "No blokes for me, though they were very pretty to look at.  I couldn't understand a word they were saying anyways, though I did have a nice view when they tried to break the language barrier with secret smiles." 

Angelina gave her friend an exasperated look, "You did not go to Italy, have men trying to communicate with 'secret smiles' and not have even ONE of them! A prime opportunity wasted! What have I told you about men? All their words are the same," with her next words, Angelina's mouth twisted into a wicked grin, "It's what they can do with their bodies that matters. And you did nothing. I am sorely disappointed in you, Katie."

"You at least dominated at Quidditch, I hope? If you didn't I'm not sure I can let you remain in my home."

"We so dominated.  We won all the tournaments except for one, and that's because our seeker was puking her guts out during the championship game."

Katie grinned at her friend and then after a few moments dropped her eyes in mock apology.  "I'm sorry I didn't jump on the pretty Italian boys.  I'll be sure to do so next time."  Then grinning, she added, "But I did find out some of what they can do with their bodies.  They're terribly good dancers, Angie, you'd have loved it.  They actually lead and stuff!"

By now, Angelina was practically green with mock-jealousy, "I refuse to believe that statement, just to preserve my own sanity. After what Philip pulled yesterday, I'm not sure that any man on this planet can truly dance."

Laying her head down on the table in despair, Angelina groaned, "He turned his ankle while doing the cha-cha, Katie. Can you even believe it? I wanted to take the berk to St. Mungo's to get it fixed quickly but the Statute of Secrecy forbids it. To which I just want to yell 'sod off' but then there'd be charges against me and memory charms. Really, just too much paperwork in general. And I believe I've almost complained about this to everyone now."

Katie's nose crinkled in a frown at the very mention of paperwork.  "It really is too much bother to go through all that stuffy parchment stuff for a turned ankle.  And really, the cha-cha?  He couldn't have been all that good to begin with if he was stumbling through the cha-cha."  She leaned forward then, a grin pulling at her lips.  "It's probably for the best Angie.  Now you can get yourself a truly yummy dancing partner that will make you dream the samba all night long." 

"I can only hope at this point," Angelina sighed and propped her head on her folded hands. "Have I told you that I'm applying for another job?"

The idea had come to her earlier in the day, when she had gone to see if it was possible to take out an ad in the Prophet to teach dance. Well, the Prophet's prices had been bit beyond her means at the moment so she'd grabbed a copy of the classifieds, figuring she may as well look for some alternative options. That there was only one job opening had been a bit of a surprise but it had brought out Angelina's competitive nature. She wanted that job. She needed it. Even if it was with Snape.

"Oh?  What are you looking into now?  Is it muggle or wizarding?" Katie asked, genuinely interested and a bit concerned, though she wouldn't show Angelina that.  She didn't want her friends to have to work to the bone.

"Wizarding, decidedly," Angelina answered, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "At a potions shop. Owned by one Mister Severus Snape."

Angelina was almost certain she wouldn't get the job, no matter how much she wanted it. There was no conceivable way that the Bat would ever hire her. She'd barely passed her Potions OWL and had gladly dropped the class once they were over. Angelina was primarily applying for the job because, well, it made a rather good story.

"Snape!" Katie squeaked, eyes wide in astonished horror.  "But Angie...it's Snape!  He's...greasy," she tried reasoning, nose crinkling at the thought of her old potions professor. 

"That's your big issue with him? He's greasy? Not his personality, or his people skills but his personal hygiene? I'm glad you have your priorities," Angelina  laughed. "I seriously doubt that I'll get the job. It is Snape. But it's the only position hiring at the moment and I really need the money. I thought that it couldn't hurt."

Katie felt a smile tug at her lips at Angelina's teasing.  "Well, a girl's got to have some way to organize her priorities.  I'd say personal hygiene is pretty close to tops.  But seriously Ang, you're amazing at whatever you try to do.  Snape's a git, well, we know he's a git," she smiled, "but he's got blast ended screwt brains if he doesn't take you." 

Then shaking her head, Katie stood up and grabbed her friends hand.  "I've decided we're so not going to sit here all night and talk about Snape's hygiene habits.  Girls night out, my treat," she grinned over her shoulder as she dragged Angelina towards the door, Pea tucked under her other arm. "We'll just pop over to the cottage real quick and then I think we should go intercontinental."  She turned and looked up at her friend as they reached the door, eyes bright with excitement.  "There's this little Mexican restaurant and pub I know of downtown...margaritas and sombreros and dancing!"

Angelina laughed and allowed herself to be dragged along to the door, "Sounds brill! I'm sick of this bloody flat. And I could do with some alcohol right now," Angelina laughingly agreed, as she grabbed her coat and wand, along with her flat keys. "I think I just fully realized that I applied for a job with Snape!"

Laughing, the two friends bustled out of the flat, ready to take on as many margaritas as possible. And some men that couldn't samba to save their lives. It'd been forever since Angelina had just danced for the hell of it, she'd been so engrossed in practicing for the dance theatre, that she'd stopped dancing just for fun. Well, Katie was finally back and if there was one thing that Katie Bell did not tolerate was too much work and not enough fun.