George Weasley (all_ears) wrote in afic, @ 2011-05-04 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed, character: alicia spinnet, character: george weasley, player: dea, player: sarah |
Who: (a druuuunk) George Weasley and Alicia Spinnet
What: George needs HELP!
When: May 5, 2005, sometime after 11
Where: Alicia's place
Rating: PG-13 for George's F-Bombs
Status: Complete
George had magnificently fucked himself into a rather questionable situation. And he meant fucked. He'd gone to Exeter that afternoon, apprehensive, but not overly worried about the news the solicitor had for him. He had expected some weird taxidermied animal, or some bizarre prank bequeathed to him by the mysterious Ms. Ellen Grant of Dover County.
No. No. It wasn't a cracked vase that sang the national anthem in the key of F Sharp, or a book that whistled when tickled, it was a six year old child named Natalie. George almost fell out of his chair. Mr. David Louis, the solicitor, explained (once George looked slightly less pale and stopped prefixing every word with the word fuck,) that Ellen Grant was a twenty-five year old magical seamstress in Exeter. She had died, quite suddenly, in a car accident on her way home from work. Natalie was currently in foster care, but pending a paternity test, Ellen had left George listed as her father and guardian. (Though, George didn't need the test. He now vividly recalled recalled the fall of 1997 and his brief stay hiding out in Exeter... and he definitely remembered shagging the all too beautiful girl Mr. David Louis the Solicitor showed him a picture of.)
Natalie came with her own cottage in Exeter, and what Ellen Grant had hoped would be enough money saved to take care of Natalie. It wasn't, by far, but then again, Mr. David Louis the Solicitor had also mentioned that Ellen had seemed reassured that at least Natalie had a father who could take good care of her. Her parents, Ken and Betsy Grant, were Muggles who had disowned their daughter sometime after her pregnancy. When Natalie had been born, Ellen had sought the help of Mr. David Louis the Solictor in drafting paperwork that would prevent her parents from ever taking custody of a grandchild they had never wanted. Ken and Betsy Grant never protested this, nor seemed to care.
At 5 p.m., George left the office of Mr. David Louis the Solicitor from Brindle and Fleeting, thoroughly abreast of the situation, and thoroughly in need of a drink. He'd agreed to the paternity test, because fuck, the kid's mum had just died and her grandparents didn't want her, and she'd never met her jerk of a dad, though, in his favor, he hadn't known she'd existed either. So now George was shitfaced, completely, totally pissed. No drugs, just alcohol and too many thoughts for his own damn head.
And now he was at Alicia's door, knocking despite the time because he couldn't get any drunker and he needed help, advice, a punch in the nose... a hug?
"Li," he moaned, banging his forehead, once, with a big solid thud, against her door. "Liiiii," he called.