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spinrightround ([info]spinrightround) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-26 11:00:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, ^date: november 09 2003, character: alicia spinnet, character: george weasley

Who: Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley
What: There's nothing like tossing a quaffle to put your troubles in perspective
Where: Hogsmeade Community Pitch (small quidditch pitch by the residential part of Hogsmeade)
When: November 9, 4 PM
Rating: Likely PGish, with the occasional bad language




Alicia had to work her 'other job' that night, and she was in no mood for it - however, it was a decent night to line her purse. While few blokes spent their Sundays at the Honepot, few of the dancers did either, which meant that those willing to work were often well compensated by those that did come. The only positive thing was that she hadn't had one of those nightmares last night, and for a while could go without the thought of being strangled.

She needed to get out of her flat, somplace where she could just fly. The pick-up game in memory of Harry had reminded her how long it had been since she'd flown regularly, and she needed that again. Grabbing her broom and a quaffle, she Apparated to the small pitch near Hogsmeade.

It was a lovely day with the sun shining and the wind picking up enough to promise an enjoyable flight. She looked around and saw she wasn't quite a lone, a witch and a young boy were practicing flying close to the ground - it was likely the boy's first time on a broom, judging by his technique. She smiled, remembering how her own father had taken her for her first solo flight when she was nine (before that, he'd had trouble resisting her pleas, begging to be taken with him when he flew).

Her heart already warmer than it had been moments ago, she straddled her broom and set her sights on the sky, kicking off from the ground with a joyous yell.


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[info]prankstrinchief
2011-12-27 07:14 am UTC (link)
George waved a hand dismisively. "Maybe, but that's not really an excuse. I just shut everyone out, even my family, who were hurting just as much as me," well, not just as much. He had a hard time listening to anyone claim they knew how he felt on the Fred matter. Twins were different than normal siblings, and you couldn't understand that if you weren't one. He still five years later felt like half of him was missing, and frequently turned to tell Fred something in the shop, only to be reminded he wasn't there. He looked away from Ally for a moment to get his emotions back under control.

Then she hugged him, and he hadn't realized how much that would help. He hugged her back, closing his eyes for a moment to take comfort in the contact. The pain of losing Fred never went away. It had lessened a bit over the years, but not by much. He'd just learned how to live with it, but he'd never admitted to anyone how lonely he was. And he didn't plan to either. The last thing he wanted was for people to look at him with pity.

He nodded. "Yea, I know, but you can just tell when she looks at me. I feel bloody guilty, I wish I didn't look exactly like him so she wouldn't feel so bloody bad just seeing me." And really, at times he felt like some people cared more about Fred being gone than George being left behind. Another thing he'd never admit to was how many times he'd tried to follow after his brother in those early days after he was gone. Everyone missed Fred. No one realized how much George had died with his brother.

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[info]spinrightround
2011-12-27 10:07 pm UTC (link)
The way he hugged her back tugged at her heartstrings. When was the last time he'd let someone give him some genuine affection? He'd already admitting to shutting his own family out, after all, so it wasn't much of a stretch to imagine shutting out anyone else who might care enough to help. She gently stroked the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Now you listen to me," she insisted, her head leaning against his and her lips near his good ear. "You have nothing to feel guilty about. If she continues to see Fred whenever she sees you, then that's hers to get over. And she will, now that you're out and about more and she can see you more often. But you know what?"

She pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. "I for one am glad you're George, and that you're here with us. It very well could have been the other way around, or anyone else that died for that matter. I would have missed you. Actually have the last few years." She gave him a mocking glare. "But if you tell anyone I said that, I'll hex you."

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