george weasley. (relatedhumor) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2012-12-04 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-angelina johnson, x-george weasley |
WHO George Weasley & Angelina Johnson
WHERE & WHEN Brews & Bottoms, early evening.
WHAT A really long overdue conversation?
RATING Probably low.
A year ago, George was, for all intents and purposes, a wreck. He had just witnessed the death of his twin brother to be brought to some weird time village where within about fifteen minutes, he had years-worth of information dumped on him all at once before he could cope with. And it was still hard to wrap his mind around how everything would turn out. But George had never dealt well with actual stress or pressure like this before. Umbridge and her pink bigotry was an annoyance - the war and its effects were much more than that.
Maybe a better term for that feeling he had, like he was in the middle of a whirlpool and screaming with a soundless voice, was overwhelmed. A year had passed since he had first gotten to the village and it was only now that he could keep his nerves at bay for long enough to try and start sifting through everything he had learned, through everything he felt, and through everything that still haunted him -- for about half an hour, maybe fourty-five minutes, and then that was kind of pushing his limits.
It wasn't something he felt comfortable talking about. A significant part of him didn't want to 'heal' and wanted instead to forget that there was ever a need for the process to even occur. Fred was here. But that healing was coming, albeit painfully slowly, and though he fought it every step of the way. It was frightening, seemingly insurmountable, and -- confusing. It was weird. And he could only poke and prod at one part of it at a time, in little increments of time, before he had to go do something else and let himself rest.
He had been putting off this conversation with Angelina for a long time by now, and oh yeah, he knew it. There wasn't any denying that part, but really, he just wanted to get past this and get back to normal with his friend. Nothing more, nothing less. (Well. And maybe help figure out what was going on with Fred, because he didn't like seeing either of them upset.)
Zipping up his coat and pulling his beanie down over his ears pluralized, George poked out into the cold air that had settled down into the village and made his way to the pub where Angelina worked. He let himself in and helped himself to a seat up front.
"Hey."
Where he would start or how this would go was anybody's guess, but ... he was sure he'd feel better once it was over.