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Tweak says, "Whad'ye do w' a drunken sailor"

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 She was uncharacteristically subdued, withdrawn.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 04:15 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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