George Weasley (georgiest) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-02-14 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: fred weasley, char: george weasley |
Who: Fred and George Weasley
What: George moves into Fred’s
Where: Fred’s flat, Hogsmeade
When: Wednesday, February 14
George had been having a great day. He’d started by waking up extra early to make Penny a special breakfast before she left for work. Then, when the twins woke, he got them dressed and down to the shop they went. They were more than content to play with each other in the playpen that he’d fit behind the cashier counter, and he went about his work, never more than a few feet from them at any point.
By lunch, George packed them in the stroller and took a walk down the alley, shopping for something even more to spoil his loved one. The first stop was the flower shop, which George had been eyeing for a week now. He didn’t do a whole lot of romantic things, but when he did, he did them big. He had a long list of things that he wanted to buy for his wife, determined to top last years decadent celebration. Picking up flowers had been easy, a beautiful bouquet called out to him immediately. It was a short exchange, and they were on the way to the next shop.
He was out of the flower shop and into the middle of the alley when a strange, foul smell hit his nostrils. There were only a few things that could smell that bad, and he was only hoping that it wasn’t one of the twins diaper. Cautiously, he leaned forward and took a sniff of the flowers, just to make sure that it wasn’t his newly picked present. A present he bought for an ungrateful woman who spent all of her time at the damn Ministry. He stopped, hesitating just outside the jewelry shop. Why should he be spending his money on her? Why should he bother? She was a nagging brat anyway who only cared about herself.
He turned on a heel (or as best he could with a double stroller) and marched back to the shop.
“I’m taking the rest of the day.” He growled at the shop girl as he took the twins, and the flowers, up the stairs with him. He proceeded to care for the twins, making sure they were fed and changed and letting them play, all while plotting the rest of his day. While the twins were settled, he packed his bags, not everything would fit of course, so he was only taking with him his essentials.
The twins were napping by the time Penny came home, and George had been waiting for her. The flowers were set nicely on the table in front of him, his ring in his hand.
“I can’t do this anymore, Penny. This isn’t right. We aren’t working. I can’t fucking stand being here anymore. All you do is fucking work and nag, and I’m fucking done with you.” He slammed the ring down on the table, ignoring any of the fight that his former wife put up, as he grabbed his bags and retreated to the floo. “I’ll be around to take care of my children.” He said, “Nothing more.” Before stepping into the floo.
He stepped out of the fireplace in his twin brothers home, bags in hand. Fred looked to be leaving, but that didn’t stop George from tossing his bags down on the floo in front of him, and collapsing onto Fred’s couch. “I left her. For good. Fucking bitch. Couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t keep pretending everything was so fucking perfect.”