George Fabian Weasley (en_george) wrote in enigma_rpg, @ 2009-02-19 22:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 2004-02, character: george weasley, character: millicent bulstrode, character: molly weasley, character: percy weasley, character: ron weasley |
RP: Out of hiding
When: 19th February 2004
Who: George Weasley
Where: WWW
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13
Summary: George finally comes out of hiding.
The day after Ron and Millie's visit--at least, he was nearly certain it was the day after. Time had a way of becoming meaningless when you had no contact with the living in days--George finally decided it was time to go home. The funeral had to be soon, and he wasn't going to dishonor Ali and Oliver's lives by not attending. And something deep within told him that Fred would never forgive him either.
He knew everyone would assume he'd been drinking. It was logical, and not-out of character. And it wasn't that he hadn't tried. He'd had every intention of getting drunk off his arse and forgetting that everyone else existed as he drank away his pain and fury. The shattered glass all around the flat was a testament to how many times he'd tried and failed to pour the alcohol down his throat.
But each and every time he'd tried, all he could see was Ali's disappointed face; Oliver's helpless expression--both a reminder that there were more important things to do than drinking to forget. There were murderers to be found; and he knew that if he started drinking this time he wouldn't be able to stop. And Ali and Oliver deserved more than that. Aidan deserved to have his mother's killers brought to justice. Fergus deserved answers to the questions he no doubt had--why first his parents and then his Uncle had been taken from him. And George needed to do something to help with that.
In the past however many days he'd been holed up on his own, he'd come to a decision. He wasn't going to waste his life drinking and forgetting; pushing away everyone who mattered in an attempt to make the pain less. The pain would never be less, but it didn't have to control him. He could use it to make a difference.
Decision made to leave the flat, George banished all evidence of his time there, and soon the flat was back to normal--tidy and unlived in. Then he sat down and summoned parchment and a quill. He had owls to write and a funeral to get to.
Perce,
I'm ready to come home. Sorry for disappearing. I just...needed time. I know Oliver was your friend too, but I deal with things differently than you do. When is the funeral? I need to be there. I'll be home tonight. Need to owl a few more people, and hopefully avoid a Howler from mum. When will you be home?
George
Ron,
Sorry about yesterday. I needed to be alone, but I didn't mean o worry anyone. I'm going home tonight--to Percy's. I'll be at the funeral, so see you there? I want to talk to you about your owl the other day. After the funeral?
George
Mum,
I'm fine. Was at the flat, safe as houses. I know I should have owled though, but I just needed time alone. Didn't mean to worry you and dad. I'm heading over to Percy's now. I need to get cleaned up in time for the funeral. I'll see you and Dad after? I could use a Mum hug right about now.
I love you,
George
Gorgeous,
I'm sorry that I worried you. I wasn't thinking after I got the news; just needed to get away. I...I'm sure you've noticed now that I don't deal well with death. Never have, and after Fred...
I need to see you, but not until after the funeral. I'm not sure I could handle it right now, and I don't want you to see me cry.
Yours,
George