bd_verity (bd_verity) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-01-20 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | * january 2006, - complete, verity montague (o'shea) |
OWL: "to" George Weasley
Date: 20 January 2006
Characters: Verity O'Shea Montague
Location: O'Shea Manor
Private/Public: Private- extremely private
Rating: G
Warnings: Verity being Verity?
Summary: Verity decides she needs to talk to George and then decides against it.
Verity had a lot to think about lately. For a week now she'd been trying desperately to just ignore the night at the pub- ignore everything that happened and more importantly, what didn't happen, with George, but she wasn't doing a very good job. The knowledge of Lettie and Montague had helped a little bit, giving her something else to focus on other than her own guilt. But at night she was dreaming horribly dramatic stories involving George, Montauge, Lettie and herself.
She'd tried focusing on Theo and Padma's baby and the knowledge that the baby would be here any time now. She tried spending more time with Marlowe. She tried everything she could, but ignoring it was only making it worse.
After her talk with Montague yesterday about children, she knew she couldn't keep ignoring this. She'd moved on with her life, she was happily in a loving relationship. And now they were considering getting pregnant- having a child of their own. All she needed to do was get past this, as she knew it was her largest hang up. She just needed to talk to George, explain that nothing was meant and that she hoped they were ok, and move on.
Dear Georgie,
How are you? I hope every thing's alright. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye last Saturday I've been thinking a lot about what happened last week and I just wanted to let you know that I didn't mean anything by it. Did you? The thing is, I'm married and, well, I've moved on.
I have this son now, I guess I forgot to tell you- but, we, Montague and I, adopted a boy from the village. You'd like him, he's very kind, but even if I wasn't completely enamoured of Monty, I have a responsibility to Marlowe and I can't do anything. I mean, that is even assuming you'd want to do anything.
Actually, I think we could both agree that it was all just the drinks talking- right? But then I can't help but forget that things never got like that before the attack on Diagon Alley and- well, I don't know. I just don't know. I am very confused.
Verity sighed and looked at the parchment before crumpling it up and nearly groaning in frustration. The words wouldn't come out right and she was probably just being silly anyway.
She was going to just let the thing go, she'd move on and she didn't need to be obsessing over it. There was the house to work on after all. Their house. The thought made her smile and she got up from her writing desk to go check delivery times for tomorrow. She was only a couple of paces away when she looked back at the crumpled parchment and summoned it before throwing it in the bin and casting an incendio on it. The last thing she wanted was for Montague to the draft.