George Weasley (holyweaseltwo) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-06-09 22:09:00 |
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Current mood: | excited |
Who: George, Fred, Kingsley
What: Meeting up to catch up.
When: Wednesday, 9pm.
Where: Haverfordwest, Wales
Why: Forge is BORED.
Warning: Cursing, that's probably it.
Status: Incomplete.
George Weasley pulled a pocketwatch from (where else?) his pocket and snuck a peak at the time. It was 8:59 and by that standard Kingsley would be arriving in exactly one minute. Unlike the bars in London, this one was nearly empty. You could hear each shuffle of a foot, each turn of a page, and every clink the bartender made while moving empty glasses. Besides Fred and George, there were maybe a total of five other people - George didn't care enough to get the exact count.
Grabbing the glass of butterbeer in front of him, George took another sip. He wasn't here to drink, but they had been early from excitement. For months they hadn't seen anyone face-to-face and tonight they'd finally see their dear friend Kingsley (who Fred may or may not have hooked up with in France) and hear about all kinds of goings on. For the first time in at least a week George smiled. He was genuinely happy and couldn't hold it back.
"Do you have any of those candies we tried to jinx, Fred? I think we should give Kingsley a proper welcome," he grinned. Deep down, nothing had really changed.