Spinnet (chooseme) wrote in thedepository, @ 2010-02-16 00:36:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !2003, alicia spinnet, george weasley |
Characters: George Weasley & Alicia Spinnet
Setting: The morning after this.
Rating: PG-13 to R for swearing.
Summary: George went and tried to be the big old knight in shining armor and the bruises fill Alicia in. She's not happy to say the least.
Alicia felt like shit when she woke up. The sun was coming in from the wrong direction. She wasn't in her flat and she had the worst headache. It was a million times worse than a hangover. She felt like her head might literally fall off. She closed her eyes as quickly as she opened them, turning over reaching for the familiar for of Eli. She was confused when the mass next to her wasn't built the same. Enough so she opened her eyes and nearly fell off the bed when she caught a hint of red out and the surroundings started to click. Bit by bit yesterday started to return to her memory. It felt far too much like a bad nightmare to be real. It took a minute for her to notice dried blood, the bruising.
"GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY," she yelled. This was hardly a subtle way to wake him up. The fact she was a guest who completely ruined his Valentine's day was hidden in the back of her mind behind the fact he'd gone and done something stupid and she just knew it. There was no question in her mind that the prat had snuck out and gone and tried to do something crazy like defend her honor. There were parts of her that worried about Eli. How bad off was he? What sort of injuries did he have? The louder part of her was annoyed that George would put himself in danger over something so stupid. "You could have been arrested or put into St. Mungos. What the bleeding hell were you thinking?"
She wasn't going to wait for him to properly wake up to fuss at him. She felt sick over the fact she'd made him feel like he needed to go and charge in and defend her. It doubled when she thought about just how bad it would have been if Fred was still alive. It still hurt to think about the fact he wasn't around. Fred was missing piece to their tight knit Gryffindor Quidditch family. If George was dumb enough to fight, there was no telling what Fred would have done. He was always so much more brash. It didn't matter how many years that passed, Fred would always be there in her thoughts when she thought about George. Dumb boys. Stupid chivalrous boys. She threw a pillow at his head for good measure, hoping halfheartedly that it would hurt. It served him right for going out and picking fights.