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Tweak says, "mom won't let me get one"

Percy Ignatius Weasley (youngestmformev) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-03-04 21:29:00

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!status: incomplete, ^date: november 18 2003, character: angelina johnson, character: percy weasley

Who: Percy, Open to Weasleys (by birth or by affiliation)
What: Coming to grips with the news about Charlie
Where: The Burrow
When: November 18, 7pm
Rating: Bad language, etc.

Percy stood outside the Burrow's back door where he could still hear the clinking of pots and pans in the kitchen as Molly busied herself with dishes to stop herself from collapsing in grief. Everyone in the family had been contacted once St. Mungo's had been able to identify the body found in the charred wreckage of the Hogsmeade quidditch stands.

Percy, however, still could not believe the news. How could Charlie be dead? Charlie who had taught Percy how to fly a broom, who had taken him swimming in the summer when they were young, who had helped during Percy's first year of Hogwarts when he had been warring between loving independence and missing home.

He leaned against the house's shingles, feeling numb inside. He wanted a glass of firewhiskey - Merlin, he wanted a whole bloody bottle - to help him deal. His only solace was that he hadn't been there to see Charlie die.

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fiercebird
2012-03-08 06:11 pm UTC (link)

Angie wasn't sure she should do be here. But rumors flew fast and furious these days whenever another body was found and this one hit close to home. She'd heard, something about a dragon tattoo, and considering how bad things were lately, who blamed her for thinking what she thought right away. But instead of owling George first, Angie just went for the Burrow. If she could see Molly and the family, it would put those fears to rest., and well, it had been some time since she'd visited. Despite Fred being gone and Angie no longer with George, the Weasley family had always felt like a second one to her. It only grew when Ginny joined the Harpies after she did. She'd been remiss not checking in more.

And to be extremely honest Angie's first hero-worship crush had been on Charlie Weasley. He'd always been action-oriented, sort of take charge and his interested in dragons was legendary even when they were all younger. That he went on to work with them was a given. That he had been killed and not by some dangerous creature was a shock.

Exhaling, Angie went up to the front door and hesitated. She pursed her lips and, following some instinct, instead went around back, where she found Percy. Just one look at him told her all she needed to know. "So it's really true then?"

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youngestmformev
2012-03-13 12:27 am UTC (link)

The only thing keeping Percy from jumping at the voice was the numbness that kept him from fully reacting to anything. He looked over to Angelina and at first could do nothing but nod.

And then his manners kicked in. "Thank you for coming," he began pulling away from the wall and pulling himself up, putting on the perfect face of hospitality. "Mum is in the kitchen, though I don't know if she's ready yet to face visitors. She'll insist she is, but-" The sound of a loud clang and a hushed curse came from the window to the kitchen. "-well, you know." He stuffed his useless hands into his pockets to prevent them from waving about. "Would you care for something to drink? I... I'm not certain where George is at the moment."

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fiercebird
2012-03-13 09:02 pm UTC (link)

The confirmation hit Angie like a sack of wet sand and she had to swallow down the sudden surge of grief. She stepped forward and after a moments hesitation laid a hand on Percy['s arm. "I know," she replied quietly. "I didn't just come for George though Percy. I'm here for me and for all of you."

She needed to be strong - the Weasleys had lost one son in the war, another to this murdering witch and even a son, not by birth, but one they treated as blood. Fred. Charlie. Harry. How could Angie not be here for all of them?

"I don't need anything. Do you?" She shook her head. "No one has to play host for me, hear?"

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prankstrinchief
2012-03-11 02:34 am UTC (link)

George had arrived as soon as he'd gotten the news, but between his broken hearted mother and the rest of the family all shuffling about with no idea what to do, he'd made a quick escape to the yard. It seemed like Weasleys were dropping like flies, even if it was only two of them that had died. He was faintly aware of Percy and Angie near the house, but he was laid out flat on his back in the grass, staring at a cloudy sky, unmoving, and unsure he could move. His eyes were red from his own tears, not just at the loss of another brother, but for the old wounds from Fred that had been reopened with this new loss. He felt empty, like he was spirling down into that pit of dispair again, and the last thing he wanted was to end up back there.

He thought about writing a note to Ally, but moving seemed like too much effort. He thought maybe if he just laid still enough, he'd sink into the ground and it would all go away, but that seemed unlikely. It hadn't happened when his twin had died, which had felt like half of him violently ripped away, now two of his brothers who had been there from the moment he was born were gone. It was just too much to handle. Hadn't the Weasley family been through enough already?

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spinrightround
2012-03-13 12:43 am UTC (link)

Alicia had been working on a player for the Applebee Arrows when the massage session had been interrupted by another player with terrible news about the fire at the Hogsmeade pitch and the identity of the man found in the ruins. At first it had felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs, but she'd quickly come to her senses as the players put a quick end to the session. She was quite frankly glad, as she would have done so if they hadn't.

She had Apparated back to her flat to drop off her supplies, then again to Diagon Alley to tell her boss at the Honeypot that she was taking a few days off. He hadn't been happy, and had threatened to fire her, but she'd known where her priorities were and they weren't at the strip club. Finally, leaving an angry wizard behind her, she walked over to George's shop. It was empty, as was the flat above it, and so she went to the only place she could think of where he would be - the Burrow.

Arthur Weasley had answered the door, looking terribly deflated as she extended her condolences and asked if George was there. He'd said he was, had thought he'd seen him go outside for a breath of fresh air and offered to go get him, but Ally had offered to see to him herself. He'd looked about to insist, but at the end was relieved as he went to tend to Molly in the kitchen.

Ally wasn't certain where to go, simply listened to her instincts and walked around the house. She spotted Angie with Percy, of all people, and was about to go over when she felt something tugging her in another direction.

And there he was, George, lying in the grass. Now that she'd found him, she didn't know how to approach him. Her heart ached just looking at him - perhaps it would be easier to do as he did? And so she did, walked until she was right next to him and lay down at his side, looking up at the sky, fully aware of him next to her without having to look at him and the pain that would surely be there.

"I'm sorry," she finally said.

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prankstrinchief
2012-03-13 04:30 am UTC (link)

George sensed her as she came closer to him, and he felt relieved and embarrassed at the same time. He was a wreck, a mess, and knew it was all over his face, how destroyed he was feeling. He wasn't sure he was capable of words, or any sound of any sort. But when she laid down next to him in the grass and spoke, it was more comforting than anything he could have thought of. Another tear escaped him, and he reached over and took her hand, but didn't move his eyes from the sky. He felt a bit guilty, because his brother had just died, but all he could think of was Fred, and how he had felt right after and the three years that followed.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. "Thanks for coming," he said in a very rough voice, but it was all he could really think of. He hoped that in those words she could hear how much it meant to him, how badly he needed her there, and how grateful he was that she had come. He reached his free hand up and quickly brushed away the tears, not wanting her to see how close he was to falling back into that pit of dispair, because he didn't want to go back there.

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