l e a v e (Angel&&Dean&&Cora)

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Bradly walked up the steps to his flat hurridly. He looked behind him at Angel's door hesitantly before unlocking his door and waltzing in. Puddlemere wasn't playing for another short while, so Bradly had returned home for that period. He folded his coat over the light brown arm chair and smiled, dusting off his jeans.

Bradly missed home. He had sent a letter to both of his siblings and one to Angel, before his trip home. He went into the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator door. Surprisingly, there were some butterbeers there. He took one, and swiftly opened it. As he took a large swig, a knock sounded from the door. Bradly quickly shuffled towards door, throwing it open.

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Angel grinned widely at Bradly; he looked exhausted, but she had never been so thrilled to see someone in her entire life. "Hi," said Angel quietly, and then pulled her boyfriend into the best of a hug she could give with her stomach protruding so far with her boys. Words couldn't describe the balloon of joy swelling within her, even if it were only going to be a few days, Angel was going to be able to spend time with Bradly.

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Bradly was delighted when Angel stepped over the threshold. He escorted her to a seat, closing the door behind him. Only when she was comfortable did he swoop down and quickly peck her lightly on the lips. He knelt down on the ground and placed a gentle hand on her stomach. "Hi boys." He replied with a grin. He kissed her stomach and got to his feet, placing another kiss atop Angel's head. "Need anything Angie?" He asked, supressing a yawn.

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"Only to be with you," said Angel, even in her head the words sounded incredibly cheesy; but they were the truth. She patted the space on the couch beside her, had her lap not completely disappeared Angel would have offered for Bradly to lie his head on her knees. This would have to work for now. She would be much happier when the Quidditch season ended toward the beginning of autumn, she would get to see Bradly a lot more often then.

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Bradly smiled and sat down next to Angel. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and rested his head against hers. Sighing deeply, he lifted his butterbeer to his lips. He took a large, long swig, then rested the cold bottle between his legs. He placed his now free hand on Angel's stomach. "How are the boys?" He asked curiously. It had been a long time since he had seen Angel and her ever growing stomach. "They're getting big." Bradly added with a smile.

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"They're doing well," said Angel with a smile, laying her hand atop Bradly's. "Driving me mad, though." Isaiah always stuck his foot in her ribs, and Morgayne thought her bladder to be something of a squeeze-toy. But in reality, she really did love being a mother; even if both her sons were currently unborn; it was the greatest feeling in the world, knowing that you had children. Angel couldn't wait for them to be born.

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Bradly smiled. He could tell just by Angel's tone that the boys were acting as they usually did, although they were no doubt growing more restless. He patted her stomach gently and lifted his butterbeer bottle to his lips. Before taking a small sip, he paused, looking inquisitively at his girlfriend. "The Quadwizard Tournament is over, isn't? That means Cici.... and... well... yeah... The both of them will be returning within the next couple of weeks, right?" he asked. Bradly knew all about Angel's past boyfriend, Wolfgang. The little punk who got poor Angie pregnant then left her alone with their children. He purposefully avoided saying Wolfgang's name aloud. The name was bitter on his tongue, even when it wasn't uttered. The things I would do to that boy... he thought bitterly.

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Angel pursed her lips lightly at the near mention of Wolfgang's name. She held nothing but contempt for him as of then. He had cut her deeply; she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to completely heal from something like that. "Yes, yes, I suppose that does," said Angel. She had read the article about it in the Daily Prophet, it mentioned that there had been an attack by dark wizards in the final task; and in the very last paragraph it mentioned that Wolfgang had placed second. It served him right.

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Bradly hugged Angel close to him, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her stomach. "That boy better watch himself. If he comes within spitting distance of you and the boys..." He trailed off, anger rising in his voice. He shook his head. "Did you see that there was an attack? I saw it briefly in the headlines, but I don't know much about it. What happened?" He asked curiously, hoping to let his anger simmer down. He hated how angry he could get at times. Bradly's temper didn't flare as much, but that didn't mean it didn't rear its ugly head from time to time.

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"I read about it; both the French and British ministries insist it was by "dark wizards or witches unknown," but at least the Beauxbatons champions made it out alive." said Angel. She knew that there had to be some sort of connection between what was going on in France and what was happening in the United Kingdom; she only prayed that it could be stopped before anything got too out of hand.

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"Well that's good. We don't need anymore nonsensical deaths." Bradly replied. He knew that one of Angel's friends parents' had been murdered, but there were rumors of other people getting killed. The deaths had been quiet as of late, but he knew that wouldn't be the case much longer. He rubbed Angel's shoulder with his thumb and frowned a bit. The hand on Angel's stomach found their way to his butterbeer, and he brought it to his lips for a quick taste.

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Angel nodded in agreement, unsure of how to come up with a verbal response. The thought that had been nagging at her a long while resurfaced in her mind; Bradly had yet to know that she was a werewolf. While pregnant, she did get a respite from transformation at full moon, but they would start up again after her boys were born. But what if they were to inherit her condition? It was an awful thought, Angel wouldn't wish her fate on anyone.

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Bradly took the swig that finished off his butterbeer and placed the empty bottle between his legs. He could feel Angel tense a bit for an unknown reason. He looked curiously at her, but said nothing. Instead, he took her chin in his hand and brought his face to hers, kissing her gently, and briefly.

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Angel smiled after Bradly broke their kiss, keeping her eyes closed a moment. She missed that. Being around Bradly filled her with an undeniable happiness; when he was gone for so long it left a sort of hole in her heart. Angel inhaled deeply, then leaned her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. She turned her attention to when her boys would go to Hogwarts, eleven years from now, she would be able to travel with Bradly to his matches and wouldn't have to go so long without him...

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Bradly's hand flew to stroke her long red locks. He smiled gently and rested his head against hers. He had truly missed Angel, and Dean, and Cora. He looked at the clock. Where are they? he thought. He had been home for almost a half an hour, and they hadn't shown. He wasn't too worried, they would be able to make it eventually. He was home for the next five or six days or so, after all. Bradly sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "Sorry." he mumbled. "I'm a bit tired from the trip home. The team's director insisted on us taking the train home instead of using Apparation." he replied apologetically. "So, I'm just a little exhausted."