WHO: george and bill weasley WHERE: a bar WHEN: this evening WARNINGS: angst, depression, most likely talks of death, being drunk SPOILERS? only if you've never read harry potter
Nail bit into the discolored wood of the table as he stared at his near-empty pint glass. Was it his third or his fourth? George wasn't sure right now and that was sort of what he wanted. He really wanted to blackout and just not remember anything for a while. Was that so wrong? A loud bang in the bar had him tensing up as he jerked his gaze from the pint glass to look at his older brother with wide eyes.
Bar, they were in a bar.
There wasn't a battle.
George reached up to run a shaky hand through his hair as he forced a smile. The normal mischief in his eyes was gone, replaced by a constant sadness that sometimes bubbled with moments of near happiness. Tonight was not one of those moments. It was far from it and he knew he had to start talking at some point.
"I told Hugo I wouldn't do the whole spoiler thing," he finally managed to mumble. "Didn't think it would smart as much when Teddy fucking Lupin didn't tell me who he was. Maybe I should tell mum who I am? I mean now I feel like a git for talking to Teddy this whole time and not knowing who he was, but he knew who I was. He just assumed-" George paused as if someone else was going to say something and then rushed to continue talking like he hadn't done that. "Just bloody assumed I was from before he was born. I'm tired, Bill. I just want to be actually able to sleep tonight and you getting me right sloshed is going to help with that."
Without thinking he made a playing card appear so he could flick it between his fingers in a nervous manner. He let out a loud sigh. "Maybe I should just focus on the bloody store and not worry about life."
He knew he was being a tad dramatic, but somehow talking to Teddy had made him feel like he was suffocating for the moment. Thank Merlin Bill was around now. He didn't want to unleash his moods on Hugo, not when Hugo was struggling in this place already.
"We need another round," he stated before downing the rest of his pint in on go. He slammed the glass on the table with a faint face.