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[broadway]

Raychel smiled softly and took another sip of her drink. The warmth bubbled up in her stomach like a soft flame, caressing her sol. She sighed and leaned back in her chair. She knew about Angel's recent struggles with her father, but she didn't ever pester her about them. Afterall, Raychel had her own problems to deal with at the moment.

[calcetines]

Angel got herself a goblet of cool water and took a long drink; it felt so good as it slid down her throat. She closed her eyes a moment and emitted a peaceful sigh. She ran her fingers up and down her French braid. When not put up, her hair reached down to the middle of her back. She had kept it long for Wolfgang, but she wasn't sure how Bradly wanted it. She, however, was tired of it being so long.

[broadway]

Angel noticed Angel toying with her hair. She knew Angel had this ever-raging battle of how to keep her hair. No doubt it was way too long for comfort. She smiled knowingly. "Angel, I think you should cut your hair. It looks gorgeous now, but it is obviously bugging you. Plus, now that you have a knew man, you need a new look." she smiled. "But it's up to you." she added quickly, so as not to offend.

[calcetines]

Angel smiled a bit, it was true, but her hair was almost sentiment to her. It had always been long, but as for now it was getting really annoying. She slowly began to undo her French braid. Parts of her tresses were still damp, as she had braided it when it was wet, it curled ever so slightly. She drew her wand and made a quick cutting motion. The hair below the middle of her shoulder blades fell to the ground as if severed by a sword. Angel vanished the hair, then ran her hand through what she had left. Perhaps she might go shorter, but this would work for now. She cut herself some simple, side-swept bangs, then decided that was enough.

[broadway]

Raychel leaned forward, propping up her elbows and resting her chin in her hands. She looked as if she were admiring some famous painting or sculpture. Words need not describe her feelings and admiration towards Angel. Her eyes said it all.

[calcetines]

"Well," said Angel with a smile. "How does it look?" She conjured a mirror to examine her reflection, and then used her hands to give her tresses a sort of wavy, tousled look. Not messy, more like lively and playful. She allowed herself a long drink of water, and then flicked her wand to bring her enchanted coin purse to what was left of her lap. She pulled out a meal replacement shake. She drank four of them a day between meals, and another before bed.

[broadway]

Raychel smiled. "Do you really need me to tell you how amazing it looks. Really Angel?" she replied with a giggle. She didn't need to compliment her friend anymore then she felt she already had. After all, Angel did look gorgeous, with or without her new hairstyle. Raychel took another sip of her drink. Noticing it was getting cold, she heated it up a bit with her wand. She stirred her wand in the drink a bit, letting the warmth from the wand mix in with it.

[calcetines]

Angel gave a small smile. "Thanks," she said, then finished off what was left of the meal replacement shake. The healer had recommended them, actually. Normal people could have these in place of a meal, she had them for snacks. She had to eat four times the usual amount of calories to provide for a growing Isaiah and Morgayne. She winced slightly in pain. "Darn it, Isaiah, would you stop that?" said Angel, applied pressure to her side.

[broadway]

Raychel laughed heartily. She adored whenever Angel talked to her unborn twins. She smiled absentmindedly, thinking of the little infants. Surely they were getting fairly large. By the looks of Angel's size, that's exactly what they were doing. No doubt they were healthy. Raychel's thoughts wandered, thinking about unusual things about the unborn children.

[calcetines]

"He sticks his heel right between my ribs," said Angel, and then gave a slight sigh of relief as he moved his foot away. The both of them were particularly active babies, they moved all the time. Especially so in the mornings and afternoons. "They're moving around a lot today," Angel commented. "Do you want to feel them?" She didn't really like people she didn't know touching her stomach to feel the babies, but she felt comfortable around Raychel.

[broadway]

Raychel was slightly taken aback by Angel's offer. Smiling, she hesitantly came behind the counter. Once Angel was ready, she placed her hand on the pregnant girl's stomach. She lightly felt around and smiled as one of the babies placed what she believed was his hand on hers. She continued feeling around. Her hand met the gently curve of a small stomach or head, the occasional kick of a foot, and the constant press of movement. She smiled softly all the while.

[calcetines]

"The healer said they're the most active babies he's ever dealt with," said Angel once Raychel had finished. They were always on the move, but untypical of twins, they hit at her more than each other, which did get to be quite annoying. At least they tended to be a bit less active during her less active times of day. She scratched the back of her neck, smiling slightly. It had been a good day so far.

[broadway]

Raychel laughed. "I'm not surprised. They are two active little boys." she replied with a smile. She took another sip of her mug, sighing. Nothing could make this moment any better. She casually played with her hair, not knowing where to lead the conversation.

[calcetines]

"Sometimes I shudder to think of how hard it will be to keep up with them when they're older," said Angel. She was going to have to work really hard with them, which would mean completing the fee to keep her time turner, since it had been ministry-issued so she could take all her classes. After they got wind of her dropping out, they wanted it back. Angel supposed she could dip into the money Isaac had given her... "Enough about them and myself, how have you been?"

[broadway]

Raychel shrugged. "The weather has been terrible lately, and I feel so out of shape. I haven't been running in at least three days. It's killing me, but I am managing with the torture." she replied with a slight grimace. Then she blushed. "And there is something else. I met your cousin, Leviticus. He's quite the.... er...." Raychel trailed off. Until this point she had no idea if she was even attracted to Levi. He had been kind to her that morning they met, cleaning up her coffee that she had spilled... Raychel's mind wandered, and she didn't realize that Angel had responded. "Hmm?" she asked, confused.