george weasley (_george_weasley) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-17 14:49:00 |
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Who: George Weasley & Bridget Reese
Where: The church yard
What: George and his man pain arrive on the island
When: Monday morning
Warnings/Rating: low for the moment
Status: Open//Ongoing
George sits frozen in place on the bench that is oddly clear of snow considering everything else all around him is covered in a rather deep layer. He stares around him at the suddenly bright, open space in which he is sitting. He barely dares to breathe for a few seconds, huddled over like a startled animal.
Fred is no longer beside him. But there is a graveyard. Which is- unfortunate. But Fred is nowhere to be seen and that is worse than anything else. Perhaps he has died as well? Perhaps this is heaven now, and George has died too, and perhaps-
"Freddie?" he whispers, seeing his breath in front of his face as he speaks. He pats himself down to find his wand. It's there, his wand came with him. That's a relief.
"Fred?" he calls again, a little louder this time. he is in the middle of a city, it seems. The buildings around the graveyard, beyond the church, indicate as much. And the buildings look very muggle. Which is probably not too surprising if this is George's heaven.
Hesitantly he stands, wand drawn. There are people moving around by the buildings. They look like muggles, too.
"Fred?" he tries once more, eyes wide and hurting in the brightness around him, the cold air chilling the damp traces of tears on his cheeks.
The snow covers his shoes. He feels the cold too much and thinks that, perhaps, he isn't dead after all.