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perfecthearing ([info]perfecthearing) wrote in [info]eminor_macula,
@ 2008-06-06 08:13:00

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Current mood: anxious
Entry tags:george weasley, narrative, oliver wood

Narrative: Firetalking
who: George Weasley & Oliver Wood
where: Gram's Fireplace
when: 10:45 am; 05 Thursday 2000
status: complete
rating: PG-13 (language)
summary: George Floo's Oliver.

Oy! Psst... Where are you, ya jizz-cock?" George turned his head away to cough momentarily before sticking it back into the fireplace at 93 Diagon Alley.

His face appeared somewhere in the lowlands of Scotland.

"James! Gram! Oy!" he called again. This was probably the worst idea he'd had in days... hours- but it had to be done. He still couldn't conjure his patronus.

"James! I don't have much time..."

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[info]woodatdawn
2008-06-06 12:42 pm UTC (link)
Oliver had just stepped in from smoking a fag when he heard a distinct voice from the fireplace. He snatched himself into the living room, barely having time to set his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. He was on his knees before the fireplace in a flash, clearly worried and decidedly pale for an already pale person. Fred had once dubbed the color fish belly, and though Oliver had called him a wee pissant for the comment, it was rather accurate.

"Wha'? They're hurt? Gardiens have taken her-"

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[info]perfecthearing
2008-06-06 01:19 pm UTC (link)
"-No!" George interrupted, taking a moment out to sneeze this time. The soot was everywhere and the Floo Powder hadn't helped.

"No, I just- I got your owl and wanted to let you know that Verity met with Katie this morning. She has all the information needed to pick up your package. She should be back in England through a portkey with the team tomorrow afternoon, then will fly the package to you after the sun's set. Plan a late supper.

"You got all that?"

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[info]woodatdawn
2008-06-07 01:38 am UTC (link)
Oliver looked visibly relieved. He gave George a smile and nodded.

"Thank ye. Ye should probably go. It's no safe, but Christ, thank ye for lettin' me know. I owe ye."

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[info]perfecthearing
2008-06-08 01:06 pm UTC (link)
Happy that Oliver understood and was now informed, George nodded and smiled. He took one last look at his long-time friend and mentally wished him luck before sneezing three times in a row.

"Right. I'm out. Give us a shout when Katie arrives. We can work out the details from there on how and when to get you to The Hall. Cheers."

And with another sneeze, George's face disappeared and left Oliver staring at nothing but fire.

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