George Fabian Weasley (hiseviltwin) wrote in the_8th_floor, @ 2012-03-20 17:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | george weasley, lee jordan |
Who: George and Lee
What: Brotime
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Lee's flat above George's shop
Warnings: Swearing guaranteed
Status: In progress
The proverbial 'spilling of the beans' had gone about as well as George had expected. Besides a few disapproving crossed-out comments from Anthony, there hadn't been much in the way of negativity. Yet. George was just waiting for Pansy to come out with something horrible. So far nothing, so that was good.
It felt good to be out in the open about it. It wasn't that he wanted everyone in the wizarding world throwing congratulations their way, more like he was sick of watching what he said for fear of letting something slip. Life was much easier now, in a manner of speaking.
George had just locked the shop and was counting down the till, going over in his head some of the conversations from the last few days, both with others and with Padma. She was hard to read these days, and it was hard to know exactly what she needed from him at any given moment. Tonight, though, he knew that she didn't need him around. She had plans of a nature that completely eluded George, and he was fine with that.
He heard a thump upstairs and shrugged to himself. Maybe this would make a good opportunity to catch up with Lee. He shut the till and turned off the lights, leaving the flashing gold glow of his brother's urn to illuminate the shop through the night. He moved through the back of the shop to the stairway leading to the flat above.
Making sure to think of anything but his last trip here - where he'd gotten stupid drunk and nearly hit Lee - he knocked on the door.