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Tweak says, "You love him, don't you?"

William Arthur Weasley (pasunloup) wrote in remembrall_rp,
@ 2009-09-30 20:42:00

Who: Bill, George, Molly (NPC)
When: Tuesday, 30 September
Where: The Burrows
What: Bill & George get to talk
Rating: PG?
Status: semi-private/incomplete

Bill wondered when he would stop feeling overwhelmed by his mother's greetings. Molly had finally let him grow up at home, accepting him as an adult, but this reminded him all too well of the days in the war when she had clung to her family as if they might disappear at any moment.

Of course. One had, he had to give her that.

So he let her fuss over him, let her worry out loud about the children that were gone, and his children left behind. He accepted the tea, and the biscuits, and the seat at the kitchen table, standing again only when he heard the door open. He could see George -- older than the one he remembered, more lines in the face, but still George. And that face was welcome indeed. "George! Come on back, there's tea."

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_allears
2009-10-01 01:44 am UTC (link)

George had been looking down as he walked into the kitchen of the Burrow, but n hearing Bill's voice he lifted his head, perked up and grinned. He set his coat on the rack by the door and was immediately grabbed into a hug by his mother. "George, good you're here, now wash up, I've got tea on and biscuits cooking so wash up, sit down and talk with Bill - I've flooed Percy, hopefully he'll come 'round, too." Molly could go on and on sometimes. She was already back at the oven, mixing, fixing, stirring away, talking even as she went.

George was still so happy that his siblings were coming back. He slipped over to Bill and wrapped one arm about him and pulled him into a half hug as he sat down next to him.

"Tea and biscuits. Mouth'll be jealous for sure." He sat back and took a good look at Bill. "Am I older than you? Or younger? Either way, you look younger you fu-" George snapped his mouth shut and ducked a stray Molly Weasley hand and wooden spoon aimed for the back of his head. "Fool," he emphasized before looking back to Bill with a grin.

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pasunloup
2009-10-01 02:10 am UTC (link)

"Thirty-four last November, which was just a few months ago by my reckoning." Bill gave George the same attention in return. "Last I saw you, you were knee deep in a series of pranks and corrupting a young lady into doing them with you."

Last he saw George, his brother was also hiding his grief behind his humor, but that was beside the point; he was sure this George had his own ways of coping as well.

As the tray of biscuits came out of the oven, Bill tilted his chair back, reaching one long arm to nab two right off the tray. He handed one to George, then bit the other, hot enough to burn his tongue. "Who's Mouth?"

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_allears
2009-10-01 02:23 am UTC (link)

"Well, last I saw you, you were a right geezer." George accepted the cookie and tossed it back and forth between his hands as it cooled. "I'm 31 here. And Percy's 34, too, which is damn- DERN," he amended quickly, "Dern odd. But it's Percy, alright. Persnickety as ever." George took a bite of his cookie and gave a shrug.

"And Mouth's-" George paused and looked over at his mother, who gave him a look. George sighed. "And here I'd hoped Mum had told you the juicy stuff. I'm so used to her never saving the good things for me." George grinned and took another bite of his cookie. "Gotta kid. Her name is Brigid. I call her Mouth cause she's right mouthy. No clue where she gets it," George grinned, casting a nod of his head to Molly, who promptly boxed an ear.

"She's perfectly pleasant, George, and a dear." She smiled to Bill. "Really good for him, truly. He's such a dear with her, Bill. She looks just like him," Molly gushed.

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pasunloup
2009-10-01 01:58 pm UTC (link)

"We've all been turned upside down," Bill mused. "Fleur's the one I married, before the war was done. It's like stepping back in time to see her." Before children and the stability of marriage had changed them both. He wondered if having a second chance would make a difference there, and let them keep their spark this time around.

"I was in a rush to get to Gringotts, so Mum contained the telling to the things I ought to know about myself." All of which Bill had committed to memory but couldn't think about too closely, not yet, or he'd start thinking about Vic and Arthur and that wasn't what he wanted right now.

He shook his head, reaching for another biscuit, the first gone already. "You with a kid is hard to imagine for me, George. I was the only one who'd had kids. You were busy with the shop, and you went through girls like," he cast a quick glance at Molly and amended, "You hadn't settled. Ron and Gin were still figuring life out, and Charlie had just started up with Adrian. I was the only one who'd settled in."

He leaned forward, grinning. "So, when do I get to meet this littlest Weasley? And what about her mother?"

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_allears
2009-10-01 06:28 pm UTC (link)

"She's still hot as-" Damn his mother and her gimlet eye! "She's still Fleur alright," George finished with an exaggerated glare of his own at his mother before turning back to Bill.

"And I'll have you know I'm still incredibly handsome and unsettled, thank you. Who settles - you and Ginny, that's who. Merlin," George rolled his eyes before glancing back to Bill. "Who's Adrianne then? She hot- er, nice?"

"And Bridge is at school, excited as heck about that. Sends owls home all the time about McGonagall and charms - likes that bit tons - and how there are still bits of portable swamp found when the castle decides to shift a bit." George's grin reached right up to his eyes at that. "And her mum - well, didn't really know her mum. Bit of a," George dropped his voice and leaned closer, "one off," he whispered before sitting up straight. "Didn't really know 'bout Mouth til February - her mum had passed away and I was her only relative... and I couldn't very well let her go to an orphanage," he raised his voice for Molly's benefit because she still went on about how he'd sprung Brigid on her and really, George was a good guy, right? And his mum should damn well know that.

"Anyway, she's mine now and she seems rather happy about that, so all's well."

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pasunloup
2009-10-01 07:22 pm UTC (link)

"She's more Fleur than the one I left behind." There it was again, that twinge of guilt that he was gone, and she was left alone with their children. He didn't look at Mum, knowing she'd see that in his eyes and wouldn't let up on it.

The snort at George's misplaced pronoun helped cover. "Adrian. Pucey. Charlie was always out for whatever came his way, and I'm still not sure I get his taste in that one, but he had Charlie more twisted up than anyone I'd seen before." Odd to be referring to Charlie in the past tense, but hell, it was unlikely he'd be seeing the same Charlie he knew unless he found a way home. Not a good thought either, that one.

And that story sounded just like George - a bit of fun backfiring in such a way. Bill snorted fondly. "You aren't all that different from the George I knew, although," he added for their Mum's benefit, "a bit more grown up, best I can see."

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_allears
2009-10-02 03:29 am UTC (link)

George paused at that bit. He didn't often start waxing philosophical, but when he did it was worth it, or so he thought. "Maybe that's why things shifted - maybe you weren't meant to be where you were anymore. Maybe you needed to meet this Fleur?" Because George honestly knew there had to be a reason for his world getting ripped apart and losing everyone he loved - Bill, Sam, Charlie, Ron, Ginny and Percy - Oliver and Katie and Alicia. George held Bill's gaze for a minute as if pondering the meaning of his own words before shrugging and taking a bite of a biscuit. "Or maybe fate's got a fucked sense of humor."

"George, honestly! How can you expect to raise a girl with that mouth?" She threw her hands into the air before shaking her head in exasperation. "I don't know where you get it from sometimes. Certainly not from me." Though it was Molly who swore more often than Arthur, when either of them swore at all.

"Anyway," George continued on, unscathed by his mum's rantings. "I am not grown up by any means." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at Bill as he pulled something from his pocket. With a flick of his wand, he sent it near the ceiling and it hovered there before slipping down to plop right in Molly's tea the moment she turned her back. George didn't watch any of this but kept his eyes trained on Bill, though a smirk was growing on his face in anticipation of whatever it was he'd just done.

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pasunloup
2009-10-03 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, and my kids? Two of them, left behind, one a newborn and Fleur on her own with them." Bill shook his head. "I'm with fate having a poor sense of humour on this one."

He didn't let his gaze stray to Molly, although he readied himself to get out of the way when she reacted. "Good to know some things never changed. George I grew up with set off a prank on the entirety of a large party not long back."

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_allears
2009-10-06 02:55 am UTC (link)

"Bill," George said seriously, reaching forward and clapping a hand to his older brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he added sincerely. He held Bill's gaze, unsure of what to say or do just then. "It'll be alright, yeah?" But even George, who'd been trying as always to be so positive outwardly for everyone, wasn't even sure anymore. Molly had stiffened at Bill's words and it took her a moment to gather her thoughts and make her way over to her sons. She didn't hesitate in hugging them both to her at once, a feat for most women, but not Molly.

"You're both blessing to me," she said in a choked voice, pulling back to grab one man's cheeks and kiss his forehead and then the repeat with the other. "Of course I'd never wish pain on any version of us, here or there, but Merlin, I am glad to have you both home safe and sound. You're my sons, wherever you are." Molly pulled back and wiped her eyes on her apron before turning back to her food.

"And that sounds like George. I'm surprised he hasn't turned all of Diagon Alley into blue haired hooligans with this latest candy of his." George grinned at that, knowing deep down, despite his mother's protests, that she thought it was brill, too. She had to - it was a bloody damn good product and it was selling like mad.

"She's just mad I gave dad a muggle electric razor," George added in an undertone, his voice carrying in a hush to Bill so Molly wouldn't hear.

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pasunloup
2009-10-09 01:46 am UTC (link)

"Just how much did he manage to shave off?" Bill said back in a low voice, laughing quietly. "What's this candy of yours Mum's so proud about?"

He was trying for a sense of normalcy here, when nothing really was. As if he'd stepped into a mirrored world, almost a reflection of his own, but not perfect by any means. He could forget for a moment and just think it was his brother, his mother, the home he grew up in. Then something would be out of place just enough to remind him that when he went home, his children wouldn't be there to greet him.

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_allears
2009-10-09 02:42 am UTC (link)

George could handle subject changes. He was used to making them enough in his life. George put on a smile at his mother's obvious subject change and took it for what it was - the opportunity to do what George did third best in life... sell his products. (Pranking was first, invent was second... fathering was slowly working it's way up the totem poll though.)

"So," because when didn't George carry samples. He pulled out a bright package, a starter kit for Coiff Chews and Peepers Poppers. "They take the work out of transfiguration for the bored, hurried, mentally deficient. Pick a color, eat it. Top row changes your hair, bottom your eye color. Coiff Chews and Peeper Poppers. Working on variations for stripes, patterns, et cetera, but day at a time, yeah?" And George had Gideon's inventions, too, but those stayed mum in front of... Mum.

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pasunloup
2009-10-09 04:02 pm UTC (link)

"Sounds like you'll be doing brill business with the girls." Bill considered the candies George showed. "Especially the young ones who may not know the traditional spells all that well, yet. Glad to see you expanding the inventory without blowing anything up."

Bill had to grin at that, remembering the stories he'd heard of his own George managing to explode the wall of the shower out into Diagon. While showering.

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_allears
2009-10-10 12:26 am UTC (link)

And George was doing surprisingly brilliant business with the girls... and their mums - actually their mums were visiting both stores, which was bloody fucking brilliant.

"One girl came in and asked if I had anything for her fingernails - in a prank store!" George shrugged."It's good business though." George left out the fact that explosions had always been his and Fred's thing, and there just seemed to be so many less explosion worthy things without Fred... so George focused on other things and kept himself busy with new inventions that had less bang but ultimately left him feeling a little less alone.

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