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Tweak says, "IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!!!"

Emma Rhiannon Dobbs (crazy_daisy) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-24 00:35:00

Current music:	Take a chance on me - ABBA
Entry tags:	emma dobbs, george weasley

Who: Emma Dobbs and George Weasley
When: Backdated to Sunday the Sixth, late afternoon
Where: WWW
What: ~~KNOTS! Lots and LOTS of knots~~ They meet and greet!
Rating: PG, I think.
Status: Closed/ In Progress

Emma was tied in knots. It wouldn't be that far off of the mark to say that some of those knots were quite literal. Standing in front of the large vanity mirror in her bedroom, she prepared herself to meet the man she was supposed to marry. A phrase that in no way inspired the confidence it should. She had been sitting in front of the large mirror for thirty minutes, barely moving an inch other to uncharacteristically fidget every so often. Twisting, her rather expensive, thoughts between her fingers Emma continued to stare at her reflection unseeing, and in wide-eyed disbelief.

She was going to have to marry a Weasley

She was going to have to marry a WEASLEY!

She ... Marry a Weasley she was going to have to do.

Frowning slightly, she hesitantly lowered her eyes from the glass surface and down to the certificate sitting tauntingly and smugly (oh, Emma was most certain that if the thing had a tongue that it would, "Nyeh!" her) on her bureau. Yep. The name was still there. George Bartholomew Weasley.

Those knots were coming loose and Emma felt sick. No matter how she may have joked about running away to her friends and to her mother, there was no option other than to go through with it. Weasley, for all the horrible things her grandfather had to say about the family and all the not-so-nice-things he'd done in school, wanted this as much as she did. Not at all. There was something innate in Emma that wouldn't allow someone to be punished for her actions. That something was far more stronger than the other something inside of Emma that respected her family and hated causing them distress.

Which was the reason why Emma was tied in various versions of 'the knots'. She'd patiently sat through many-a ranting of about how she wasn't going to, couldn't go through this wedding to a Weasley. After those many rantings, Emma had just as patiently and calmly and logically, but most definitely firmly, explained the reasons why she had to go through it. First and formoste, she wouldn't do that to Weasley. Second there were others stuck in far worse predicaments than she was and had managed to swallow their prides and gone through with the marriage. If they could do it, then why couldn't she? In which she reminded her grandfather about how Aubrey's couldn't be bested by anyone-or so he had always said-and that it was imperiant (is that the word?) that she go through with it. Lastly she'd reminded him that if had been okay to follow the rules of the Carrows then certainly it was better to follow the rules of the Minister who'd fought so valiantly in the war ...

Emma had to admit even to herself the last bit about the Minister had been a tad much, however, she knew he'd have been proud of her sound argument if he wasn't so incensed about the fact that

She had to marry a Weasley

Letting out a low breath from deep within her chest, Emma finally pulled away from the mirror. No point in prolonging the inevitable. She'd made up her mind and she was sticking to her decision. At least this time.

Casting a charm to sort out the wrinkles she'd created in her anxiousness. She apparated in front of Weasley's store.

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crazy_daisy
2008-07-24 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Emma arrived in front of the store. In the back of her mind there were whispers of doing something forbidden. She'd never been allowed within ten feet of WWW. Before she was Hogsmeade going age, her grandparents wouldn't have been caught dead around the store and had shot down her request the first time she asked. Her uncle Bertram wouldn't have been an option and her mother, at the time, hadn't been in the best condition to take her anywhere. By the time Emma was thirteen, she'd stopped asking. She'd lost interest. She'd seen the mayhem and messes the merchandise caused, leaving with only a strong sense of disapproval. Which mostly hid her respect for the Weasley twin's ingenuity and for the fact that only an imbecile wouldn't at least admit to themselves that their toys and their sweets were, well, simply ace.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Emma reminded herself that she wasn't ten or thirteen anymore. She had business to attend to and canary creams that had been snuck in passed Filch were no longer the bane of her prefect's existence. Unconsciously straightening her blouse, Emma looked up and caught the eyes of her future husband through the opened door. She typically wasn't so unaware of her surroundings but this wasn't a typical occasion; her nervousness had gotten the better of her and she hadn't noticed. Hours of dealing with her grandmothers and how young ladies did not groan allowed were the only things keeping her from doing so, and a face-palm. As it was, it was difficult enough to stop chewing on her lip. It was either eat at her lipstick or let the anxiousness get her.

Emma hated that. She was supposed to be put together. Calm. Collected. There were people who called her an Ice Princess, for Merlin'ssake! And there she was, practically a nervous mess in front of Weasley's store. Grand first impression that was.

Quickly steeling herself, Emma forced on a cool but somewhat friendly smile, before forcing herself to take the first step into the store. After the first three the rest were quite simple and before she knew it she was in front of him and holding her out her hand. Her smile much warmer, but still reserved as a masking of her hesitance and anxiousness. "I'm Emma Dobbs. Your Potential Wife." And didn't that sound as if she were looking to by a broom?

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deadsurvivor
2008-07-24 08:28 pm UTC (link)

George kept his mind relatively blank upon the first sight of Emma. He'd seen her straighten her blouse and glance toward the shop. She had a reserved aura around her and he wasn't exactly sure how to read it. He'd always had an opinion about everything, but since he'd been on his own, there really hadn't been anyone to share his opinion with and it had become easier to simply not form one.

He remained quiet until she had stepped up to the counter and a hand was held out in front of him. Though, he did have a moment where he actually considered the hand to be detached from anyone. It wasn't exactly the hand, but rather the tone of voice. Well, this is going to be fun.

He wasn't yet sure if he would have preferred to stick with Mandy, but he did know that Mandy had been a little more enthusiasm about it. As far as he was concerned Emma wasn't exactly impressed. Not that he could blame her. He wasn't exactly happy either.

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crazy_daisy
2008-07-24 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Emma quickly, and smoothly despite the internal awkwardness, placed her hand back at her side when he didn't shake it. Her lips pursed together slightly at the rudness, before she let out a mental sigh. He probably had meant nothing by it, she told herself. It wasn't as if he wanted this anymore than she did and was probably wondering why he had gotten stuck with the idiot who had taken three entire minutes before deciding that she should enter.

Still, he could have at least said something.

Nevertheless, Emma continued speaking. "We spoke over the journals and you said that today would be a good day for you and," It was an effort for Emma to keep from rambling which tended to cause her words to smoosh together. Instead she made sure each one was enunciated, and thus clipped and cool. She hadn't been this nervous since she was fourteen. She didn't like the feeling. "and," Emma paused for the briefest of moments. "in order for us to discuss our situation."

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deadsurvivor
2008-07-25 10:44 pm UTC (link)

George hadn't realized he hadn't shaken her hand until she had already pulled it back to her side. It wasn't that he meant to snub her, he just had a lot of things going on in his mind and his full attention had not been placed on her as it should have been.

"Yeah, today's fine," he nodded, finally speaking after a mental shake. If he was going to be out of it, he didn't hold much hope for this conversation. Despite his mistrust and pure hate for the current situation, Emma seemed nice enough and he at least owed her the proper respect. She was facing the same situation, after all.

Turning away from her for a moment, he called over one of the few people he had hired to help run the shop. She was a small thing, but able to stand firm in a crowd of overeager, puppy faced children, which in this business was a good quality to have. After handing over the keys to the shop, he turned his attention back to Emma. "If you don't mind, we can speak in my apartment." He' rather not have to have this conversation in front of his employees and the few slow moving customers.

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crazy_daisy
2008-07-26 03:14 pm UTC (link)

"No," Emma said with a small smile. "I don't mind at all." In fact she was grateful. Slightly relieved even. The last thing she wanted was to have this conversation with an audience. By nature Emma was an open person, however, there were certain situations that she didn't feel were any-ones business. Certain situations that she was very private about. This was clearly going to be one of them.

Following him towards his apartment, Emma cast a quick glance around the shop. Rapidly appreciating what she'd been too nervous and too focused to fully recognise when she entered. It was quite the place, she made a mental note to walk through it when she was finished talking to Weasley. Watching the handful of children currently in the shop, Emma suppressed a giggle at their antics and enthusiasm. She was curious to see what she had missed out on in her own childhood.

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