patience montgomery is fierce and kind (rupatientia) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-01-18 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | fred weasley, patience montgomery |
Who: Patience and Fred
What: falling apart, hopefully picking up the pieces
When: Monday [backdated]
Where: the flat above WWW
Warnings: angst?
Status: Logged, incomplete, continued in comments.
At first, the things that ‘John’ had been saying were only giving Patience a headache, which she’d attributed to confusion. Then, as things became clearer in her mind, the pain had started in her heart. John was Professor Lupin, he wasn’t really the rogue, and he was alive; they’d used her picture in place of his in the paper. It was impossible to wrap her head around that, though, because it was all overwhelmed by the sudden flood of heartbreak that had come with that realization.
Aldous. Patience didn’t know why this news had made her think of her brother, maybe because she was thinking about rogue and savage werewolves? Even if Remus Lupin wasn’t a savage werewolf, Fenrir Greyback certainly was. He had killed her brother, slowly and painfully, and the closure that Patience had thought she’d found for him -- and her parents, too -- seemed to have crumbled and vanished completely.
She wanted to talk to her sister, but she couldn’t, she’d promised John -- Remus -- that she’d keep his secret, at least for now. She wanted to demand the truth from the people she now suspected were lying, but even in this state, she knew that was a stupid idea. The only person she could think to talk to was Fred, and at least she’d gotten permission from Remus for that. God, it was so weird thinking of him as Remus.
Apparating to Diagon Alley, just outside the twin’s shop, she hurried to their door and knocked on it, hoping she would find Fred at home. She could have written, but it had gotten difficult to see her journal through her tears, and she hadn’t wanted to try. Trying to compose herself, she looked around nervously, hands trembling, heart aching, swallowing around the lump in her throat. Merlin, she was a mess, but she didn’t want to be alone right now. Hopefully Fred would be understanding.
Fred hadn't been sleeping well. What with the newest attacks on Death Eaters which had led to too many deaths, and the attack at the Ministry which had led to the deaths of people he considered friends. Then there was the fact that the Ministry was obviously trying to bait someone, most likely Harry, Hermione and his brother, by stating that Remus Lupin had been caught when Fred knew too well that this was not the case. And to use Patience's photo as Lupin? Something so large was going on here and Fred was trying to put the necessary pieces together to determine their next move. Dedalus had known the risk of being an Order member, but Fred was beside himself with grief over the loss of someone he had come to consider a friend.
Hearing the door from the kitchen, Fred furrowed his brow, uncertain as to whom would be calling at this late hour. He ran a hand through his red hair and walked to the front door, opening it to reveal a very disheveled looking Patience.
His eyes widened, taking in her appearance and, without hesitation, he pulled her in from outiside and, after closing the door, wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "Merlin, Monty," he started, quietly, "I'd think you were crying because my jokes on the journals have been so bad, but they weren't that bad. What's going on?"
Patience was so relieved to see him that it overwhelmed her for a moment. She didn’t move except to allow him to pull her into the flat, and to wrap her arms tight around his middle in return, fingers curling into his shirt. At first she rested her chin on his shoulder, but then his joke made her crack a very shaky smile, and she buried her face against his collar bone instead. Somehow, almost wanting to laugh made it harder not to start crying again.
It felt like quite a few minutes before she managed to say anything, but it was probably only a few seconds. “Everything’s wrong,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, and cracking slightly on the second word. “I don’t know what’s going on, or what to think, you were the only person I could think to talk to-- is that okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t -- still don’t really know what to do.”
Fred ran has hand over Patience's hair as burrowed against him wondering if maybe she'd had a row with her sister. Or maybe she was becoming overwhelmed with her lycanthropy, or possibly relationship troubles. Of course, no matter what it was, he was always inclined to be there for her.
As she spoke, though, Fred's heart sank. He had no reason to think it, but he had a sinking feeling that he knew what was going on with her. While that could potentially be a good thing, the limbo between was a very, very dangerous place to be.
He could only hope that, whatever it was, he could handle it, for her sake.
"Of course that's okay," he said easily, moving to lead her into the living room, "you know you're always welcome here." Taking a seat on the sofa, he kept and arm around her, studying her closely. "What exactly is wrong?"
“It’s my photo, in the paper,” Patience said. That made no sense, she knew, except that it was how it all started. “Did you know that, too? John -- I mean -- whatever his name is, he recognized me, he tried to tell me. At first, I didn’t understand a thing he was saying, but then it all made sense, and I-- does it already make sense to you? I sort of assumed that it did, but I could be wrong.”
She had lost the thread of the conversation somewhere, completely uncertain of herself and her reasons for being here; it had made sense to her twenty minutes ago that if Fred already knew ‘John’, then he would already know the truth that Patience had just discovered. Even though ‘John’ had given her permission to speak to Fred, she was doubting herself now, horror at what that kind of mistake could mean making her throat close over. Hadn’t she already gotten herself into enough trouble for her sister to dig her out of? Merlin, she was utterly hopeless.
“I don’t know anything anymore,” she said, raising her hands to rub the heel of her palms against her reddened eyes. “I just keep thinking about my brother, what Fenrir did to him... and it hurts too much to make sense of any of it, at all.”