RP: Jazz & George Who: George, Jazz Where: Hogwarts When: 26 August, 2025; 21:30 Summary: After the memorial service, working, training and flying, George needed a break. Jazz just happens to be there.
The potions were a heavy weight in his robes. The felt warm against his skin, even through the fabric of his clothes. They'd been there throughout the memorial, keeping him calm when he wanted to scream. What the fuck was the point of coming back, if his family was just going to keep dying. It wasn't fair.
They'd kept him company during the rest of the research shift, because work didn't stop even when three members of your family died. That was all right thought, because the work kept his mind from thinking about Ginny, teaching her her first prank, and watching as she pulled it off flawlessly. Of Harry, awkward and speccy but so brave even at eleven. Of Louis, whom he hadn't even known but looked so much like his brother's wife it was almost scary.
Kept his mind off Mum and Dad, who hadn't even lived to see him die. It hadn't seemed real before, just stories from history with familiar names. But this was real. This was too real, and it was like losing Fred all over again.
He took off after shift, not heading back to the room he shared with Fred. He went down instead, hiding in shadows, avoiding the watch. He needed to be alone, somewhere private, and he needed his potions. They were his only escape, and he just needed to forget.
He found a hidden nook on one of the lower levels, he wasn't sure which, and once he was certain he was alone he cast charms to assure privacy, and fished for the potions. There were three of them, all of an identical pearly white shade. Ecstasy, the Muggles called it. Guaranteed to make you forget your problems. He put two vials back, and uncorked the third, measuring out a careful amount. He would never take too much. Three drops were all you needed.
The potion rushed through him like ice. He could feel it flowing through his veins and he leaned against the wall. He'd almost forgotten how good this was. It was like flying without a broom. You were weightless, and heavy, at the same time. Everywhere and nowhere, your mind floating on a cloud of bliss. He could stay like this forever.