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bl_jeremiah (bl_jeremiah) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2009-12-23 11:07:00

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feb 2003, george weasley, jeremiah cornfoot (oc), loc: weasley's wizard wheezes, type: rp

Of the Choices We are Given...
Date & Time: 23 February 2003 | Morning
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Jeremiah Cornfoot, George Weasley
Location: WWW
Summary: Jeremiah confronts George.

Jeremiah was relieved to find Angelina in bed every morning when he awoke and every night when he laid his head down. She was there, yes, but part of her was gone--missing. She was uncharacteristically subdued, withdrawn. And Jeremiah could feel the anger seething just beneath the surface. Fucking George Weasley. He and Angelina had been happy, and now, they were ghosting past each other and her smile was only present half the time.

After sitting at his desk for half an hour and unable to concentrate on anything, he finally made a decision. It was time to pay George Weasley a visit. Jeremiah grabbed his cloak and wand and apparated to Diagon Alley. He found the shop easily.

A boy wearing dark make up stood behind the front counter, and Jeremiah glanced around to see if he saw George before approaching the wizard. No such luck, and he wondered if George would even be working today. "Is George here?" he asked.

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bl_george
2009-12-23 04:10 pm UTC (link)

Justin passed a bright red bag over to Mrs. Marsh, giving her a grin and tolerating her cheery pinch to his cheek. "Have a fantastic day. And if those grandchildren don't like the little sweets, you let me know. I'll be sure to pass it on to Mr. Weasley, yeah?"

He turned to the new arrival, giving his most helpful smile. "Mr. Weasley's off the floor. I'm Justin. Is there something I could help you with? Or do you need to speak directly with him?" He tossed his hair back, giving another helpful look.

"I'm sure I could help you find whatever you're. Um. Looking for..."

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	bl_jeremiah 2009-12-23 04:12 pm UTC (link)
	Jeremiah shook his head. "No, I don't think you could help me, but thank you for the offer," he said, trying to keep his voice level. He even managed an appreciative smile at the wizard. "I am hoping to speak with George personally. Is he here today or is he out of the shop?" he asked. He wasn't sure if off the floor meant not there. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-12-23 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Justin gave a disappointed sigh, but managed to offer a half-smile anyway. "He's in the workroom downstairs." He glanced around the shop, finding no more customers, then gave the bloke a look.

Oh hell.

"Hang on just a minute, and I'll see if he can come up."

George looked up curiously when Justin came tripping down the stairs, and followed his bouncing shop assistant up the stairs. He headed for the fellow Justin pointed out.

"Can I help you?"

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bl_jeremiah
2009-12-23 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Jeremiah stared at a shelf full of candies that would make one's hair change colours, and he knew they would make Angelina laugh--especially if she slipped one to him. The thought filled him with sadness and irritation.

He turned when someone spoke to him, and his eyes found George's. He nodded once. "Morning, George. Think we could go somewhere private?" he asked.

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bl_george
2009-12-23 04:13 pm UTC (link)

If there was a list of people George least expected to walk into his shop, Jeremiah Cornfoot would have been in the top three. Make that top two...

He stood for a moment, then nodded. "Justin, I'll be in back. Verity's downstairs if it gets busy." The boy nodded and George led the way back into the office, holding the scarlet curtain aside for Jeremiah to go through first.

It was just courteous, plus? George wasn't turning his back on this one. "So. Private as it gets. The shop spells won't let you set a Silencer, but nobody bothers to listen. What can I do for you?"

Like he didn't know.

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bl_jeremiah
2009-12-23 04:14 pm UTC (link)

The sight of George turned Jeremiah's stomach in a way that surprised him. He'd never had issues with George before. In fact, he'd really liked George because he was incredibly important to Angelina--now he understood George's relationship with Angelina much better. The bloke was in love with his girlfriend. No wonder George wanted to spend all his fucking time with Angelina.

"Thank you," he said, still managing to be polite though he wasn't sure why he was even bothering. Was George telling him about the lack of a Silencer as a warning? A threat? Jeremiah touched the pocket that held his wand and then moved his hand away.

There was a chair so Jeremiah sat down. They could be civil, couldn't they? What can I do for you? The bloody absurdity of the question made Jeremiah laugh, but it was a hollow sound.

"You can tell me what exactly you think you're doing with Angelina," he said bluntly.

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bl_george
2009-12-23 04:15 pm UTC (link)

George sighed, then moved to lean against the edge of his desk. What he thought he was doing with Angelina.

"I guess that's more hers to say than mine," he said after a moment, folding his arms and sighing. "Angie's been my friend since we were eleven. Her moving away has been... rough."

He dragged a hand through his hair, then looked over at Cornfoot. "So we talked. About us, about you, about things. She said she wanted to think. So I've been letting her."

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bl_jeremiah
2009-12-23 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Jeremiah's hands clenched and released. More hers than mine. Bullshit. "Rough," he said dryly. He didn't want to be the bastard in this scenario, but George's answers were irritating him. "I'd say her leaving me was a bit rough. Of course she left because she told me she had some things to talk about. I had no idea those things were you."

He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his thighs. "You know what else was rough? Having her tell me that you kissed her." Jeremiah looked up at George who didn't appear bothered by the truth. "I trusted your relationship, and you've made a fool of me."

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	bl_george 2009-12-23 04:21 pm UTC (link)
	George met Jeremiah's gaze without flinching. "Look. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Hell, I even tried to be glad she was doing something that she hoped would make her happy. I don't know what to say." He stood, pacing the length of the window, then shrugged as he turned. "I'm not trying to make a fool out of anyone. It just is what it is." (Reply to this) (Thread)

bl_jeremiah
2009-12-23 04:23 pm UTC (link)

Jeremiah sat up quickly and nearly snarled, "Hoped would make her happy? We were happy. Have been for months. And guess what? I've wanted to be with Angelina for years, too. Imagine that. I've been patient, and our friendship grew. We have a deep respect for each other, and I love her." He couldn't bear to look at George, not in the face. "And because her moving away with me was a bit rough for you, you decided to fuck up something good?"

Jeremiah stood because he could no longer sit. "You know what this is? This is fucking wrong. If you're in love with her, why the fuck did you wait until she was happy with me? Until we were finally happy?"

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bl_george
2009-12-23 04:24 pm UTC (link)

George snorted. "Yeah, believe it or not, I hoped it would. I've seen Angie through losing someone, and watched her fall apart, and helped her pick up the pieces. I've seen her devastated and broken. I hoped she'd be happy, even with you.

"All I've ever wanted was for her to be happy. Which is why I never told her that I loved her. I wanted her to do what she wanted."

He shook his head. "But I've seen Angie happy, and this..." George shook his head again. "This wasn't it."

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bl_jeremiah
2009-12-23 04:25 pm UTC (link)

George's voice sounded condescending in Jeremiah's ears. He sounded like he was trying to prove how well he knew Angelina. Even the sound of his nickname for Angelina--Angie--made Jeremiah seethe. What the fuck did George Weasley know about his relationship with Angelina? Nothing. Not a bloody thing because he hadn't been there when they'd shared their first kiss, when they'd celebrated his birthday, when he and Angelina had laughed until they cried, when they'd tested out the bed in Leeds...

Jeremiah was two steps from walking out because he knew he was starting to lose more and more of his control, and he refused to act like a child and scream at another grown man. But that's exactly what he felt like doing. He felt like demanding George tell him who the fuck he thought he was trying to steal his girl friend.

I've seen Angie happy, and this wasn't it.

"You fucking prick," Jeremiah growled as he pulled back his arm, closed his hand into a first, and punched George square in the face.

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bl_george
2009-12-23 04:28 pm UTC (link)

Out of instinct, George's hand moved to his robes, reaching for a wand that wasn't there, and wouldn't have done any good if it had been. It wouldn't have stopped the punch, or the resultant starburst of dark and pain that spread through his entire body, then settled in his nose.

"Motherfucker..." George brought a hand to his face, backing up as he did, pinching his nose. His palm filled with blood.

"Get the fuck out of by shop," he rasped, finding his mouth and throat full of blood as well, and he spat, bright red on the floor. The curtain twitched to the side and Justin came through, and his wand appeared in his hand in a flash.

"I think Mr. Weasley would rather you left," Justin said, gesturing with his wand toward the curtain.

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bl_jeremiah
2009-12-23 04:29 pm UTC (link)

Jeremiah's anger quickly turned to shock at the sight of George's blood. "Fuck," he swore. He hadn't been thinking. "Shite," he swore again. He'd let his anger get the best of him, which he hadn't done since he was a rowdy teenager.

Within seconds, the dark-eyed wizard appeared with his wand out. Jeremiah shook his head. He started to apologise, but what for? For hitting George? Hadn't he deserved it? For making him bleed? For losing his temper?

"Fuck, at least let me heal you," he said, ignoring the wizard standing in the doorway. If it came to it, Jeremiah could likely stop him, too. But George didn't even have magic on his side, and Jeremiah had attacked a wandless wizard--but he hadn't used magic either.

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bl_george
2009-12-23 04:31 pm UTC (link)

George snorted a laugh, then groaned and put his hand to his face. "Like I'd trust you? I wouldn't let you heal my arse, Cornfoot. Now get the fuck out of my shop." Never mind the fact that his blood was the only contagious thing left about him, and it was running down his face, his arm, to the floor. "Don't even think about touching me.

Justin moved to pull the curtain aside, wand still in his hand. "I think you should, Mr. Cornfoot. Sincerely." He twitched the scarlet fabric in his hand, pulling it wide open. "We'll take care of Mr. Weasley. Thank you."

George reached for a towel lying on the countertop and wadded it against his nose. "I'll tell Angie you were asking about her."

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bl_jeremiah
2009-12-23 04:32 pm UTC (link)

Jeremiah stepped away and walked toward the open curtain. His shoulders tensed at George's last comment. Jeremiah inhaled slowly and he looked at George over his shoulder. "You fucking deserved that," he said, realising he wasn't the least bit sorry for hitting George. Not when the bastard made comments like that. "Thanks, but no thanks," he added. "I'll tell her myself. After all, she is with me." Then he turned and walked out of the shop. He couldn't get the hell out of there fast enough.

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bl_george
2009-12-23 04:34 pm UTC (link)

George watched Cornhusk stalk out, biting back what had to be a mad urge to laugh, then waved Justin off.

"Don't touch me," he said, wiping at his face, then held out the towel. "I'm fine. Just conjure me some ice in here, would you?"

Justin sent a small avalanche of chipped ice into the towel, and George twisted it shut, then pressed it to his nose with a groan.

"Dickhead," he commented idly, glancing back toward the door, then laughed and shook his head. Because really, what else was there to do?

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