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George Weasley ([info]bl_george) wrote in [info]bloodlines_rp,
@ 2017-09-04 23:16:00

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Entry tags:!backdated, !retcon, george weasley, katie bell, loc: private residence (hogsmeade), oct 2002, type: rp

The (new) morning after
Date & Time: 12 October, 2002
Post Type: RP - a re-thread pre-thread
Status: Private
Character(s): Katie Bell, George Weasley
Location: Katie's flat
Summary: Waking up after a night together - a mostly retcon of This thread.



God... George woke slowly, then moved, groaning, one hand coming to his forehead. What the fuck did I drink?

He turned away from the warm body against him, pressing a hand to his forehead, the other moving across his stomach. And where the fuck am I?

He didn't recognise the bedroom, or the bed, but he could see the edge of a sink. Bingo... He pushed the covers aside and got to his feet, scratching his backside as he headed into the bathroom. He only lurched against the wall twice on his way... Not bad...

It was the sight of the toilet that set his stomach roiling, turning, and he dropped to his knees, losing most of whatever he'd drunk and thanking whoever had kept the bathroom so clean.


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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-06 12:57 am UTC (link)
Waking up to the sound of retching was, perhaps, one of the least appealing things Katie had ever had the misfortune of encountering, and that was even recalling that damned cursed necklace, which was never terribly far from her thoughts at any given moment. She stared at her ceiling for a moment, trying to recall the previous evening through a pounding headache. Oh. Oh. Bloody hell.

She eased from her bed and found a robe to pull on, tying it around her waist, and then rummaged around until she found a hangover potion. She started to pull out another one, but she felt like she had a distant memory that one of the twins never used them for a reason that escaped her at the moment. Better to err on the side of caution. She downed the potion in one go, and then secured a glass and a bottle of firewhiskey she had left over from her birthday.

Pouring a measure of it out, she padded to her bathroom and leaned on the door.

For just a moment, she entertained the notion of coming up behind him, of hooking her chin over his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist, or kissing the knobs of his spine and whispering fond nothings against his skin. But she did neither.

In the cold light of day, with the benefit of hindsight, she could see that the night before had been sweet and kind, but ultimately nothing terribly special. She felt the briefest pang of regret, but then shoved it aside. Instead, she summoned her wand and then flicked it so that a towel hanging nearby became cool and damp and wrapped itself around his shoulders.

“Scale of the dragon that scorched you?” she offered him the glass in low tones, putting it out toward him. “And then maybe you can tell me what last night was really about."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-06 01:30 am UTC (link)
Oh, hell... He spat again, wiping at his mouth with the corner of the towel, then reached for the glass. A sip, swish and spit relieved his mouth of the thick taste of sick. Another sip simultaneously soothed and burned his throat and he downed the rest in one more long pull.

"Last night." He passed up the glass and reached for the towel, wiping at his face. "Can we not? Mostly because I think I'm still pissed..." He made a twirly motion toward Katie, urging her to turn around while he stood, hoping to keep some hungover dignity intact while he found another towel to sling around his waist.

"At least, not until at least part of my blood is replaced by some very strong coffee, because I'm pretty sure it's mostly Firewhiskey right now."

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-06 01:57 am UTC (link)
For a fleeting moment, Katie considered peevishly refusing to give him his privacy, but then she turned with a sigh and flicked her wand in the direction of her kitchen. Within seconds, the smell of coffee was wafting into her bedroom, along with the faint scent of bacon and eggs. For extra measure, she spotted his underwear and pants, and sent them winging into the bathroom behind her. And if they hit him in the head, well... oops?

"Once you're out of excuses," she said airily, "I'll be in the kitchen. With coffee. And a sympathetic ear. Prat."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-06 02:24 am UTC (link)
He ducked the jeans, caught the pants as they tumbled onto his shoulder, and pulled a face at her retreating back. It would probably have been easier to dress sober, but for the moment this was all he had to work with, and he perched on the edge of the tub to pull on pants, then jeans...

The scent of bacon and eggs grew stronger and George fought the urge to be sick for another moment, but it was futile and he found himself hugging the porcelain again, losing the fresh Firewhiskey with what was probably entirely too much sound effect.

"Fuck." George stood again, flushing and washing his hands, then finding toothpaste and giving his mouth a scrub with a bit on one finger.

"Could the bacon go away?" he called, making his way through to find his shirt, tugging it over his head and following the smell of coffee through to the kitchen. "My stomach and your toilet would really appreciate it..."

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-06 05:24 pm UTC (link)
Katie winced at the sound of renewed retching, and thanked whatever god was currently in attendance to the farce that was her morning that she was as adept at cleaning charms as she was. She prodded at both the bacon and the eggs in a perfunctory fashion, since both were close to done anyway, but it was more to have something to do with her hands than anything else.

She was severely torn between being sympathetic and exasperated when George made his request. In the end, she went with a little of both, and covered the sizzling pan with lid, saying, "Are you always this charming the morning after, or am I just a lucky girl?"

For all the waspishness of her rhetorical question, she still put a mug of steaming coffee out to him. "It may turn your stomach now, but greasy food really is supposed to help."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-06 06:12 pm UTC (link)
"You're just lucky," he said as his head appeared through the neck of his shirt. George reached for the mug with a groan and brought it to his nose, breathing deeply. "And an angel. What the fuck did I drink last night? Half the Leaky?"

The coffee was strong and perfect, marching stoutly from the mug and soothing his exhausted stomach. He barely remembered Firewhiskey, and then fish and chips, and then... yeah.

"Gimme a few minutes to cultivate this relationship, then I'll meet the bacon." He gave Katie a teasing smile.

"Dunno how you're so chipper anyway," he added. "You were as pissed as I was..."

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-06 11:31 pm UTC (link)
Leaning back against the kitchen counter, Katie wrapped her hands around her own mug and gazed at George with an unreadable expression. It was replaced with a slow, wry smile as she said, "Half the Leaky, most of the Broomsticks, a quarter of Pendragon, maybe a pinch of Hogshead. 'S a wonder you still have a functioning liver this morning. And too fucking right am I an angel. I'm a fucking delight, Weasley, and don't you bloody forget it."

She wasn't often like this, as free and vulgar with her language, but there was something about being around her old mates that brought it out in her- especially the lads. Granted, she'd never really been with any of them like she'd been with George the night before, but she hid the memory behind a rather large gulp of coffee. She almost snorted it through her nose at George's turn of phrase. Opening the lid just a crack, she snagged a still sizzling piece of evidently offensive bacon and blew on it until she could start nibbling on one end. "You won't regret it. I've had sonnets written about my breakfasts. Pretty sure I could broker world peace with my Eggs Benedict."

Turning slightly, she set a couple of plates, napkins and utensils to float out of their various cabinets to settle on the small kitchen table set against one of the walls. She was just showing off now, but she charmed the napkins to twist and fold into elegant rose shapes as they settled atop the plates. "Witch Weekly always says: It doesn't matter how sauced you get the night before, there's no excuse not to be the perfect hostess." She held her supercilious smile in place for a full five seconds before smirking at him. "Or you may just have to finally admit that I can hold my liquor better."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-07 06:55 pm UTC (link)
eorge snorted. "I wonder what Witch Weekly says about scraping your pissed mate off the pub floor and bringing him home for a pity shag?" He looked over at her with a momentary panic, aware that his brain-to-mouth filter had just malfunctioned in a major way. 

"As if I'd ever admit you could drink me under the table," he added quickly, then drained his mug and and moved across the kitchen. "Anymore of that most-excellent coffee, Kat-my-love?"

Maybe his most hopeful, hungover smile would make her forget what he'd just so stupidly said...

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-07 10:46 pm UTC (link)
Katie's expression froze as shame and anger battled for prominence in her mind. She knew he hadn't meant it quite so callously, that his brain was still addled from the Firewhiskey, but that didn't keep it from stinging. She turned away from him and summoned a handheld grater, and then a block of Gruyere from a cooling drawer.

If she applied said cheese to the grater a bit more aggressively than was strictly necessary over the eggs, well, it was either that or snap back something harsh, something meant to hurt.

She counted to ten, and then did it again in Mandarin, Mermish, Gobbledygook, and a few other languages before she turned back to him with a smile that was too bright, and probably looked very forced. "Of course, George. It's just there on the counter. Won't you sit down? Breakfast is nearly ready."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-10 03:54 am UTC (link)
"Fuck," he muttered, and set the mug on the counter, taking a half-step toward her. "Kat, I... shit. I'm sorry." George dragged his fingers through his hair, wishing he could scratch out the bit of his brain that had come up with the remark in the first place.

"I didn't..." What? Mean to say that? Mean to get brought home for a shag? "You know I'm a right ass, yeah? But pissed, I'm a real dick. And I didn't mean to say that."

His fingers brushed her arm hesitantly, then retreated because the grater looked rather sharp, and Kat was pretty spiffy with hexes, and he had little interest in any she chose to toss his way.

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-10 08:58 pm UTC (link)
As George stumbled through his apology, Katie realized, much to her own chagrin, that she had already forgiven him. Her shoulders slumped a little, gaze tracking his movements and lingering on her arm where he'd made an abortive attempt to touch her. With a sigh, she looked back up, and then turned from him to snag his coffee cup and start the process of refilling it.

"It wasn't pity," she heard the words coming from her, knew they were true, but couldn't say why in Merlin's name they had bypassed her filters and made their way out into the wider world. "It was"- complicated, stupid, kind of fun, a mistake- no, it wasn't that, well, maybe it was, but it wasn't something she really regretted, even if he was making a right dog's breakfast of things at the moment- "two friends seeking a bit of comfort in one another. But it wasn't pity."

After pushing the mug toward him, she set about getting the food to the table. "If you don't want to talk about whatever it was that saw you drinking alone last night in the first place, I'm not going to pry. Just, if you do want to talk, you know I'm here for you. I hope you know I'm here for you."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-14 08:51 pm UTC (link)
George took the cup, staring down into the darkness it held for a few moments before speaking. "It wasn't something I set out for," he said after a sip from the steaming mug. "And I'm glad it wasn't pity. I hate that," he added firmly. Really hate that...

He shrugged at her offer to talk and leaned against the counter, one hand finding its way into his pocket by habit. A crumpled ball of paper crinkled importantly and he hesitated, then drew it out.

"Matthew," he said quietly, knowing that she'd know the name, remember the face. A somebody from the brightest and darkest days he'd had since Fred had died.

"He wants to..." George set the cup aside and unwrinkled the page. "Hook up sometime." He offered her the note.

"Motherfucker..." It was a muttering under his breath but left no doubt how he felt about that particular invitation.

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-15 01:10 am UTC (link)
Katie's brows rose, and then swiftly contracted at the mention of Matthew. That was a name she hadn't heard in ages, and she found she didn't like the way he said it, didn't like it coming from his mouth. The words hook up echoed in her mind, and she took the note with a surprisingly steady hand. Even though it was brief, she had to read it three times just to comprehend it. Anger flared in her on George's behalf, white-hot and dizzying. The pots on the stove gave an ominous rattle.

Although a litany of curses were raging through her mind, she found herself at a loss for words. The unmitigated gall of this screwt's arse!

"Fuck that," she finally spat, setting the letter on the counter and spreading it flat with a calm that was nowhere near what she was feeling now. Katie turned back to him and pulled him into a tight hug, only barely mindful of his coffee. "I say we burn this to ash, get completely smashed on Bellinis, Bloody Marys, and Mimosas, and send him Howlers every hour until he calls the DMLE on us for harassment."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-17 10:52 pm UTC (link)
George hugged back a little tighter than was strictly necessary, glad for her steadying presence and the way it sort of shoved aside what would be incredibly embarrassing tears. "Fuck that," he echoed, a whisper against her hair. "And him. And the broom he rode in on."

He sighed, then groaned softly at her litany of drinks. "Pretty sure I'm still fucking smashed on whatever I drank last night," he admitted, pressing a kiss to her cheek before escaping to drink from the mug again. "Dunno how long it's been since I woke up still pissed. Fred always just chugged the hangover potions, all smug about being a superior physical being because he wasn't allergic. Poncy git..."

And oddly the mention of his brother brought no sting, but a fond warmth. Or was that the coffee? Maybe the hug.

"I'm just ignoring it," he said after a moment, nodding at the note. "And keeping that as a reminder of how lucky I was to find out what a shit he was, and getting out when I did."

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-18 11:05 pm UTC (link)
If Katie felt the tiniest twinge of something she'd rather not name at the affectionate, but altogether unmistakably friendly kiss that George gave her, she did her dead-level best to ignore it. They were mates, and that was how it should be. Naturally, sleeping with one of her best mates wouldn't have been her first call, but she seriously doubted that the Department of Mysteries made a habit of giving out Time Turners for purely inconsequential things like semi-regrettable one night stands. She had a feeling that the timeline would never be able to recover from their overuse.

A small laugh startled out of her after George mentioned Fred, though it panged a bit at her heart for the space of a breath. "It probably seems counterintuitive, but this sort of breakfast really does help. I've been in a few situations where I couldn't get to a potion, and having greasy food helped head off the impending hangover. I mean, it's all the same to me if you suffer." She winked at him, smirking and very obviously kidding, and then she nodded slowly, casting a small half-glare at the paper. "I've half a mind to make a duplicate, so that I can burn it. Make a whole ceremony of it. For all the gits who've come before."

Katie settled herself at the table and pulled some of the eggs and bacon onto her plate. She motioned to the chair opposite. "Even if you're not eating, you can still join me."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-20 12:38 am UTC (link)
"Copy away," George said, waving at the parchment before sighing, nodding. "It could be therapeutic," he admitted. "But I'd rather just work on sobering up."

He dropped into a chair with his coffee, reaching for a bit of toast and starting to wrap it carefully around a slice of bacon. One bite. Chew carefully. Swallow hesitantly. Add coffee, then repeat.

"There might be something to this breakfast thing after all. Nothing else, the toast might soak up the Ogden's..."

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-20 10:39 pm UTC (link)
"Are you admitting that I was right about this?" Katie inclined a brow at him, waving a piece of bacon in his direction. "Fred would be ashamed of you."

She held the semi-serious expression for a moment before it fell completely, and she was giggling. After that had passed, she became contemplative. "Have you ever given any thought to seeing a Healer about hangover alternatives that don't have Orianthis root in them? Surely there has to be something out there you could take that isn't just truly disturbing amounts of greasy food."

For the amount of food she'd made, she hadn't put very much on her own plate, and so she was done relatively quickly. She sent the empty plate and her utensils over to the sink; she'd clean the lot once George was gone. Looking over at the counter, she could barely see the letter. It still struck a discordant chord inside her, jangled her nerves in a way that waking up next to George had not, despite the inherent weirdness.

"I'm not normally like this, you know I'm not," she turned her gaze back to him, face equal parts caring and firm, "but you were well shot of that bastard. He never deserved you. And you certainly didn't deserve to be inflicted by him." Katie made a bit of a face at how that came out. "Not sure if that makes sense."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-21 09:38 pm UTC (link)
"If Fred was ever ashamed of me for anything, it'd be for admitting that you were right about something." He grinned, toasting her with his toast-and-bacon. He nibbled at it for a bit, shrugging her question off. "A couple things I could take, but none of them really work and the headache is worse than the hangover. I just learned my limits. Mostly."

He finished off the toast and reached for another slice, munching at the plain-ness of it and washing it down with Kat's good, strong coffee.

"It does. Makes perfect sense. I mean - I walked in on him in our bed with... someone. I just... Gods. I'm so angry at myself for wishing things had worked out, and then got even more pissed at myself for being tempted. I almost owled him, when that note came. So I got pissed off, then got pissed in general. And now... this. Breakfast with you..."

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[info]katie__bell
2017-09-24 02:10 am UTC (link)
Reaching out to take George's hand felt as natural as breathing. A part of her waited for some other feeling to surface, maybe something akin to regret or perhaps longing for what-could-have-been, but it didn't. She was pleasantly surprised by this, but even more reassured that their friendship wouldn't be effected by what they had done.

It occurred to her that they had, in essence, used one another for a diversion. Were it not for the fact that she was a grown witch, responsible for her own actions, she might have tried to share the blame for her actions of the previous evening on Angelina for implanting the idea into her subconscious, and maybe even Timothy, since her disastrous attempts at dating had put her in such a glum mood in the first place. But neither of the latter were really all that fair or the slightest bit culpable, and so far neither George, nor she looked to be laying blame unnecessarily in the first place.

She squeezed his hand, and leaned toward him. "I can't even imagine," she said in all sincerity. "But I don't blame you in the slightest for wanting to get pissed off your head about it. I suppose if I'd been in the same situation, I can't say I'd have done any differently, though my bender probably would have come with a lot more baking."

Katie huffed a startled laugh, a memory hitting her all at once. "The only time I've ever been black-out drunk, I woke up to a kitchen full of two dozen fruit pies. My 'walk of shame' consisted of having to bring them to work and then having to tell everyone they were for some nonsense like Hogwarts Founders Day."

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[info]bl_george
2017-09-27 11:04 pm UTC (link)
George chuckled, squeezing her hand in return. "I've walked into kitchens full of dozens of fruit pies. Never had an inkling that it could have meant Mum had been black-out drunk." He tried to imagine his mother in such a state, and bit his lip to squash a fit of most un-masculine giggles.

"Oh Gods." He pressed a hand to his forehead. "That shouldn't be so funny. Shouldn't hurt like that either, but hell..."

A moment passed and he finished off the coffee. "Thanks for that though, Kat. And for making sure I got... well, somewhere safe, last night."

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[info]katie__bell
2017-10-11 11:43 pm UTC (link)
A shocked expression settled on her, widening her eyes comically. "Oh, Merlin, no," she moaned, hand flying to half-cover her mouth. "I can't believe I let that slip. There's a very strict code, you see. Now your mum either needs to destroy me, or I'm just going to have to obliviare you. I'm sorry, George but there are lives at stake here. I'm sure you understand."

She held the face for a few seconds before collapsing into giggles herself. Once she'd gotten it out of her system, she wiped the edges of her eyes with the heel of her hand and fixed him with a fond smile. "Of course. We lions have to stick together."

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