Astoria: Grabbing parchment and a pen, Astoria wrote out several notes all saying the same. Angie has gone into labour; her and George are at St Mungo’s. She wasn’t really sure what to put but she signed them and gave them to a maid to owl off immediately. She took a breath then left the room and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. “Blaise! Wake the fuck up.” She demanded hitting his arm, “I’m going to the hospital. Angie has gone into labour.”
Blaise: “Ow!” Blaise groaned, sitting up. “Bloody hell! I was having a good dream,” he grunted, rubbing his eyes. “Whachoosay?” he slurred, trying to wake up enough that he could figure out what she was on about.
Astoria:She huffed, “Angie has gone into labour. I’m going to the hospital….and come to think of it, so are you. No way am I sitting in a waiting room fully of Weasley’s by myself. Up, come on.” She hit him again then walked away, chucking clothes at him to put on.
Blaise: He slid out of bed to put on the clothes, “Gods, you don’t have to bloody hit me!” he called out after her, grumpy.
Astoria: She rolled her eyes and grabbed a bag. “Can we really not have an argument now?” She walked back over to him, straightened up his shirt and took his hand, apparating them to the hospital. She did a quick scan of the sighs and walked to the maternity ward, still holding Blaise’s hand. “Try your best not to give anyone the evils,” she asked before sitting down in the waiting room.
Blaise: “You started it,” he mumbled softly. When they got there, he nodded, sitting down next to her. “I won’t give anyone any evils,” he said.
Molly: “Tut tut” she said on her arrival to the waiting room, seeing Astoria and Blaise already inside. She looked down her nose at the pair and pursed her lips before sitting at the opposite side of the room.
Arthur: Arthur Weasley sat beside his wife feeling quite nervous and excited. He bounced slightly in his seat and kept twisting this way and that, waiting impatiently for any news.
Ginny:Following after Molly and Arthur, she smiled politely at the two other occupants already seated. She chose to remain standing near the end of the seats where her parents sat and busied herself with watching people run across the halls
Harry: Harry flooed along with Ron from the ministry as soon as they received Astoria’s owl. Striding out of the fireplace, he gave Molly and Arthur a warm smile and nodded in the direction of Astoria and Zabini before approaching his wife and enveloping her in his arms with a grin.
Ron: Ron followed closely behind Harry with a smile on his face; it fell as soon as his eyes caught Zabini. He swallowed and gave Astoria a stiff smile, walking over to his mum and giving her a kiss on the cheek. His eyes kept darting to a clock on the wall as he started a conversation with Harry about work
The Johnson’s: With a huge smile mixed with worry, Alvita, her husband, Dante and their son, Jonathon, arrived in the waiting room. She did a quick hello to the Weasleys and walked straight into the room to be by her daughter. Dante and his son awkwardly said hello to the others in the room before sitting down engaging in small talk with Arthur and Molly.
Hermione: Hermione slipped in soon after, pushing her gloves into her pockets as she had just taken them off upon her arrival. She bit her lip nervously, her shoes clanking against the polished floor. She looked from side to side as she wandered into the waiting room, looking to Ron and Harry. She was a bit hesitant to go near them, as she hadn’t talked to Ron in awhile considering their conversation about her engagement to Draco. The idea that she couldn’t dart over to them was painful.
Draco: Draco cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets. His face was still sour from his argument with Hermione about whether or not he had to come. He lost. As his eye took in the scene, he was glad to see that Blaise was there but less than pleased to see him so close beside Astoria. He felt rather estranged since he couldn’t really bound over to them and sling his arms over their shoulders like he had many years ago. His eyes strayed across the gathered company and he caught a harsh gaze coming from Arthur Weasley. It’d been quite a while seen he’d seen such a look. It seemed he’d always be running from his past. He shifted awkwardly, standing slightly behind Hermione. She may have won the argument, but he was right. He wasn’t wanted there. He looked back to Blaise and chewed on his lip. If he didn’t like Angelina so much, he could have ran off to avoid this awkward situation.
Blaise:Blaise looked up when he heard everyone make their entrance and his eyes met Draco’s almost immediately, at least when Draco looked back to him. He gave him a crooked smile, raising his hand and giving him a slight wave. He leaned in to whisper in Astoria’s ear. “I’m going to go talk to him,” he whispered before getting up to go over to him.
Astoria: Astoria had watched everyone arrive closely but tried her best to avoid Ron’s eyes. She shifted awkwardly, touching Blaise’s arm a lot and checking the time. Her jaw clenched noticeably as she spotted Draco and Hermione, she knew instantly what Blaise was going to say. “fine, just leave me in the awkwardness. Go.
Ginny: Ginny grasped Harry’s hands with her own at her side keeping his arms around her and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She watched Ron walk over with a smile, glancing once at Astoria over his shoulder. “You two work too much,” she interrupted the two men, poking Ron jokingly on the gut with a finger.
Harry: He laced his fingers through Ginny’s hair, smiling down at her. “Nahh, it’s just a demanding job, sweet.”
Noticing Hermione and Draco’s arrival, he pecked his wife on the forehead once more before striding over to the couple, giving Ron an encouraging look to join him.
Ron: Ron’s gaze fell as soon as he saw Hermione and Draco enter. He shifted a little further away from them. His eyes followed Harry as he walked to them, he gave a sharp shake of his head and turned away. “How long does this normally take, you know to have a baby?” he asked Ginny, though he wasn’t after an answer just a distraction.
Hermione: Hermione kissed Draco’s cheek gently, “Come on, please don’t be that way,” she said softly. “If you really don’t want to be here…you can go,” she whispered into his ear before straightening up. Hermione couldn’t help but smile crookedly when she saw Harry start to come over, and she gave a slight nod to Blaise as soon as he stopped walking right next to Draco. Her smile faded just slightly upon realising that Ron wasn’t going to join him in speaking with her. Even though she completely understood why, it still hurt. She moved into Harry, wrapping her arms around him. “Hey you, miss you,” she whispered, smoothing down the back of his untidy hair, even if she knew that it was of no use
Draco: He brushed his hand across Hermione’s in a sort of supportive way. Pretty much where ever she went, he went. He couldn’t get out of it most of the time anyway. His eyes turned to Blaise. “Hey, mate,” he said softly. “Is it just me or do you feel the death wish washing over us?” He noticed Astoria’s less than pleased expression. It almost made him happier. Almost.
George:He stepped out of the room and was greeted by Molly’s high screech that could either mean he did something wrong and she was about to pounce him with all her might using her wooden spoon or something has made her extremely happy or excited to the point at which she pounces the nearest family member— which would, more ofthen than not, be George— with her wooden spoon. Thankfully, the spoon was nowhere to be seen. George was looking rather disheveled yet he was happy to see everyone there, waiting patiently while Angie was in labour.He gave his Mum a hug, a small nod to his Dad and addressing no one in particular, said ”Angie’s alright. Her contractions are becoming more and more frequent so it wouldn’t be long now.” He then scanned through the small crowd to look for Ginny and asked “Were you able to grab Angie’s things?”
Ginny: Ginny pretended to be oblivious of Ron’s avoidance. “It varies from case to case but on the avera—” Her mum’s scream cut her off and the corners of her mouth turned up into a slight smile as she watched her gush over George. “Well there you go. Not too long now,” she told Ron before taking the bags sitting on the floor. She nudged the larger one sideways until it hit Ron’s foot for him to pick up and grabbing the smaller one. “This one’s yours. Can’t have little Fred doubting his dad’s Weasley charms,” she said looking pointedly at his tousled appearance.
George: He scrunched up his nose playfully at Ginny’s remark, grabbed the bags and thanked her. He hugged his mum one more time saying, “I’ll be back soon, probably with a new Weasley in tow.” then went back again inside the room.
to be continued…