“If you’re talking about breaking and entering them I would like to remove myself from this narrative.” Lucy teased, “I quite like not living in Azkaban, surprisingly.” The way the pair too-and-froed just like old times brought a smile to the brunette’s face. Her friendship with Ingrid had gotten her through some of the more stressful times of their training. “And I would fully deserve it.” Although she vaguely recalled Charlie saying that his parents had moved rather quickly in their relationship and seemed to be fine all these years later.
“Ermm, I think it’s Bro’s before Hoes and then Chicks before Dicks,” Lucy corrected. “Ermm, I think Charlie should probably know first since I’m expecting him to give me half the money towards the house we buy? And then Marcie should probably know…” she trailed off deciding it would be best to not name all the people she thought would need to know before Ingrid. Lucy hadn’t considered her teasing about upping and moving without a word could even slightly be compared to Ingrid’s situation.
Lucy noted the inequality in their vows, she was supposed to surrender her tattoo rights to Ingrid only while she was allowed to tattoo whomever she wanted. But she supposed that was the girls side job, her passion, so she neglected to bring it up. “Okay, I’ll see you then. Can’t wait.” The idea of a girls name was certainly deserved. “What can I say, I’m a one wizard kinda witch and he’s a one witch kinda wizard… now at least.” Since he certainly hadn’t been back in the day. “You’re a strong, independent Witch who don’t need no arms.” Lucy teased. At the offending joke, Lucy stood up pretending to look annoyed, “Well, if that’s how you feel, I’m certain that you can find an old man in here to tell you ‘shit hot war stories’.”
“Well that’s no fucking fun babe, I don’t think they’d put you in Azkaban for breaking into Ikea because that’s a bit of overkill don’t you think?” Ingrid giggled, the idea of being put into a wizarding jail for breaking into a muggle store one that she didn’t feel went together. “Maybe they’d put you into muggle prison instead? Which isn’t going to be as bad because no one will be trying to literally suck out your soul. Winning.” Punching the air a little she ginned, putting her elbow onto the bar as she leaned against it, nodding with satisfaction. “Good, because it would happen. I’m glad you’ve come to peace with it.”
One of the things she’d worried about most while being away, from her old life, was that she was going to lose the core friendships that meant so much to her and had managed to pull her through so much. Lucy’s was one of them, so feeling it slot back into place was an incredible relief. “Okay well whatever it is, chicks before dicks then, I am the chick and Charlie is the dick.” Pausing she tapped her chin, raising her eyebrow as names were reeled off, then stopped. “You worried i’m about to get fucked off it you carry on naming people more important than me? A wise choice little cricket, it wouldn’t be bloody advised.” She teased.
Ingrid had only really been teasing, there was nothing serious when she spoke about their vows being similar, it was all in jest. She’d never put a single drop of ink on anyone who didn’t ask for it, she wasn’t that kind of person. “Well if it changes you let me know yeah? Not about you being a one wizard witch but more about him being a one witch wizard. Those arms are something that sound like they should be shared with more people.” Although she snorted at the quip about her independence, it was very funny, even for Lucy. “Fuck yeah I am, but I would like some arms sometimes. Just sometimes. Like rent arms for a couple of hours then get rid of them again, yeah?” Glancing around to see if she could see anyone over the age of sixty to ask about some war stories. “Maybe, but i’m loving talking to you babe, don’t you have any shit hot war stories for me? If not just make them up.”
