Oliver Wood (woodatdawn) wrote in eminor_macula, @ 2008-05-01 17:09:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | george weasley, narrative, oliver wood |
Narrative
Who: George Weasley and Mr. Crotchup
When: May 1, 2000
Where: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
Status: In progress
Rating: G
Summary: Oliver makes a social call on his good friend George
Oliver was tense, but considerably less tense than he had been in the past few weeks. He was taking steps in the right direction - against teh Ministry, in seeing Emilie to safety. The stipend McGonagall was providing him was helping with his Gram's taxes and now with his contact of Padma, his sleeping arrangements were a little more stable. Still, he didn't want to burden her anymore and George had seemed rather insistent. He grinned a bit and patted his coat pocket, checking to see that Emilie's package was still safe. He opened the door to Weasleys', ducking his head a bit out of habit. Doorframes tended to leave his head sore more often than not.
He spied George straight off, helping a customer, convincing them that the prank they wanted was a must purchase, smiling and conversing - but Oliver noted it was a bit off. He was just a little less bright without Fred, any idiot could tell as much. Still, Oliver knew George was resilient and tough. He looked better than he had looked the last Oliver had seen him, and that was saying something. Oliver waited until the customer walked to the register and the clerk there before approaching George. His glamour was dramatically improved, thanks to McGonagall's tutelage, and he doubted even Katie would recognise him now.
"You Weasley?" Oliver demanded, forcing a frown over his face. "I oughta kill ye, I should. My girl fed me one of yer Nosebleed nougats before runnin' aff wi' me best mate!" It was a piss poor Irish accent, but hopefully George wouldn't catch it straight off. "Yer goin ta hear from me lawyer!"