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w_hopkins (w_hopkins) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-06-28 23:49:00

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ginny weasley, wayne hopkins

Who: Wayne Hopkins and Ginny Weasley
When: Saturaday, June, 15th 2002 - 8 pm
Where: The Riverside Tavern - Wayne's Pub
What: A visit from down yonder
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed // In Progress

It had been one of those nights that Wayne loved to have. After dinner, he'd walked the short walk to the Riverside Tavern and had leisurely prepared to open for business. The tables were clean, the bar was stocked, the front light was on and there was nothing blocking the entrances. The very last thing he wanted was for some poor soul to trip and crack his skull on the limestone.

Business had been relatively slow, but there had been a steady trickle of regulars to keep him busy. That's what Wayne enjoyed most about the small town. Everyone knew everyone else and working in such an environment allowed you to connect with your customers. They weren't simply individuals to make money off of, they were friends, people you'd help out in a heartbeat if they needed it. That was the benefit of small, close knit communities. It was more like a family then anything else.

"My mother once told me that when I was born, The day that I first saw the light, I looked down the street on that very first morn, And gave a great crow of delight. Now most newborn babies appear in a huff, And start with a sorrowful squall, But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff And that's why I smiled on them all."

Wayne chuckled, raising his eyes from the glasses he was cleaning to meet the twinkling eyes of one of his favourite regulars. "Now, Roger, don't make me call your wife." he teased, setting the glass down and going to remove the empty bottles from in front of the old man.

"What are you talking about, my boy. I always behave. I'm the best behaved customer in this bar."

"Is that so? I do recall a time when poor Hector had to push you home in a wheelbarrow. I don't think you were behaving that night."

The old man slapped a hand over his heart. "You wound me!"

Grabbing another bottle of ale from beneath the counter, he removed the cap and slid it across to the elderly man. "Last one on the house. If you're not home at a reasonable hour Berdita will have my head."

"She's a lovely women."

Roger chuckled, as he picked up his towel and returned to cleaning the used glasses.

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w_hopkins
2008-06-30 05:10 pm UTC (link)

Wayne could understand where she was coming from and certainly did not hold her opinions against her. Yes, it sucked. Yes, it wasn't what he wanted. Yes, his hand was being forced, but in all honesty, he just wasn't willing to expend his energy into fighting against something that wasn't important to him. If they wanted him to marry, then he'd marry, hell he'd even let them decide, far so long as they did not interfere in the portions of his life that made him who he was.

Reaching for her requested ale, he twisted off the cap and set it in front of her with the other two. "No one ever plans to sacrifice. There is always something that plays your hand, whether it's your moral beliefs, empathy you have for another person, or an individual who is putting pressure on the aspects of your life that you enjoy. There's always an instigator." he shrugged, moving back to lean against the counter. "I learned that a long time ago and I'm not going to pretend any different. I know what's expected and I know want, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they fit together perfectly."

The concept of marrying an individual that one didn't know seemed to be a huge issue for many of the individuals involved. "I think the general society has become spoiled in recent years. The way I look at is that people have survived arranged marriages in the past and they'll survive long after this one. Not knowing your partner isn't an issue. You know have an entire life time to get to know them."

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weesli
2008-06-30 05:36 pm UTC (link)

Ginny's blood began to heat up. Not at Wayne and not even so much at the whole arrangement. She had so many counterarguments made up mostly of personal rights, lessons of love, and free will. However, the small weepy part in her that barely showed itself was aching in her chest. It was another momentary lapse in which she thought of the people who sacrificed quite a bit those few years ago in the war. She was sure Fred would have claimed his fight as one to attempt at ending unneeded suffering - to make it so that people didn't need to survive, but just to live. This part of her was hushed extremely quickly and she blinked up again at Wayne, accepting her next drink. If she was going to meet up with a stranger in a bar to discuss her complete robbery of self will, then she would be allowed some drinks.

Ginny clearly had the ability and experience to understand where Wayne was coming from. However, she had a hard time understanding simply because it was not her initial feeling toward the whole situation. She'd prefer being married to no one over being married to someone she doesn't know. She'd prefer to be married to someone she knew and liked than someone she didn't. Ginny could feel her ears heating up against her head and the edges of her cheeks were most likely reddening and squaring off. She could always blame it on the ale. "Knowing someone well or for a long time doesn't mean a marriage would work out - a friendship may not even work out." Ginny was looking straight at Wayne, but blinked to look at her drink. Her eyes found their way to his face, but not his eyes. "Spoiled and free willing are very different things."

Ginny was beginning to dislike the company she held. She would have liked to rant or to leave. She would sooner do the latter, seeing as Wayne didn't really deserve such abuse. Ginny didn't rant. She stopped talking, actually. It was a rather long pause filled with sipping, blinking, and watching. "What would you prefer I do about the situation?" Her intuition was failing her. She could pick up hints about the boy here and there, but he was unlike most people she had ever met, at least his thought process was. He was, afterall, seemingly ordinary and valued many of the same things she did. However, she needed to know what he expected so as to fairly and rationally decide how she felt not only about Wayne himself, but about herself.

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w_hopkins
2008-06-30 05:54 pm UTC (link)

For a moment, Wayne thought she might throw a fit as his comment and immediately had thought up seven different ways in which to deal with said fit. It certainly wouldn't be the first one he'd had the pleasure of dealing with, so the idea certainly didn't bother him. Everyone was entitled to their own reactions to particular situations.

"Free will isn't exactly the storybook tale you see painted for you. It's never a choice without influences. Look at the Christian religion, for example. The entire idea of sin and forgiveness is surrounded by choice. If you want to be forgiven then you choose to be, but if God already has a plan for you then how is choice?" He asked with a shrug. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to influence you with religion, particularly Christianity when I'm much more interested in the old religions, but it is a way of looking at things."

As silence stretched out between them, Wayne began to work his way through the motions of closing up the pub. The man in the back corner had already stirred and left, and the two of them were now the only ones in the establishment. Her question reached him as he was turning the chairs up. "I'm afraid you're not going to find what your looking for here." he responded, leaning against one of chairs. "I can tell you what ever you want to hear, but ultimately it doesn't matter. You're the one who has to make the decision. I'm simply a bystander with his own decision to make."

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weesli
2008-06-30 06:15 pm UTC (link)

Ginny had never dealt with someone like Wayne. She wasn't sure if she liked this new personality in her midst or if she abhorred it. The only reason she had for hating it was that she had very little material in which to respond to him. Some people could take Wayne's responses as very heartfelt and sincere in intent. Or, oppositely, as insulting uncaring and filled with apathy towards anyone else. Overreacting was something Ginny was not planning to do tonight. And as she was rarely weepy, she stood up to where Wayne was putting up chairs and followed his lead, doing the same as him. She had an instinct bored into her by her mother to help clean up.

Ginny had very little she would let herself say out loud. And she barely listened to his talk of religions. She understood contradictions in every basic organization. It was true corruption was bred in establishments. She knew it, she wasn't trying to fight that. She wasn't sure what she was fighting anymore. It seemed to be herself versus an idea at this point. She was still sure that Azkaban wouldn't be the worst thing ever. Perhaps that was to be her challenge in life. She did not speak such thoughts.

Ginny's brow knotted and her lips tightened again, her jaw looking straight and harsh. She looked at the chairs, not at Wayne. Not even thinking of asking whether or not she should depart, she continued to help. "What do you think I'm looking for exactly?" She barely knew him and he barely knew her. She needed to know what he thought she wanted to hear. Silence stretched for a few moments and she spoke to the table now. "You can't be a bystander when it comes to tying two people together."

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w_hopkins
2008-06-30 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Wayne shrugged as he moved around to the next table. "When it comes to you making a decision, I am a bystander. I can't force you to choose and I'm certainly not going to put the effort forth to hold it against you. We are two very different people, with different points of view and you'll be hard pressed to find some who is exactly like you."

Having finished the chairs, he then moved to the bar to do a final area sweep there. "What do I think you want? I think you want an answer to make it easier, but there is no such thing. If I tell you to go with it perhaps I'm doing it in order to protect myself. If I tell you to fight it then maybe I'm just telling you what you want to here."

When the bar was finally ready to be closed, he sighed and offered her a shrug. "You'll have to excuse me for being blunt, Ginny, but I've learned a few things working with people. Now I might have this wrong but I think the reason you came out here was to find concrete reasons for you to base your displeasure on." Once again he shrugged and grabbed his jacket from the back room. "I don't know whether it worked and I'm not particularly interested in the answer. For the moment, we are two separate people. I'm going to continue to do what I have to do, as you are. If it leads us to be married, then we'll both have to change our points of view to compliment the other. Until then, this is all I can do."

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weesli
2008-06-30 07:06 pm UTC (link)

Ginny was no longer filled with contradictions about the young man in front of her. Here she had been, holding her tongue on many of the things she could have said. The reasons for holding them back were because of her own probably embarrassment at speaking so bluntly in relation to her own selfish emotions. The other part was to be polite. However, she had found the last things Wayne said to be more hard than anything she had said or perhaps even thought of saying. They were filled with presumptions and mostly incorrect ones, at that.

Marriages was, by some person's definition, the binding of two people. When decisions belong to both, as do most other things. Ginny wasn't sure if this was her definition of a marriage, it seemed too arbitrary and even a bit robbing of self choice. "I was not looking for you to tell me what to do. It was a question." Ginny's eyes were stinging a bit and she could feel the result of her drinks loosening her tongue a bit. Had he thought she was asking him what she should do as opposed to what he'd prefer. She was not looking to initially please his requests - she just wanted to know what they were.

Ginny was mad. Not angry, nor livid, nor even furious, as she had found herself being recently. She was simply mad. Not too dangerous a thing to be. Watching him with a strong gaze, Ginny's nose wrinkled. "You're incorrect about that, as well." She stated the honest truth. "I was not looking for your answer to make things easier. Unless you consider trying to figure things out in order to be content making things easier, that is. If so, sue me - you've had my intentions figured out." She was speaking with unadulterated casualness that she shouldn't have. He had just done the same, Ginny thought to herself. "I meant what I should do in concern with you. I thought it was quite a selfless question. What you preferred I did. I could just be concerned with what I want to do if that would make you feel any better."

Ginny's hands began to tighten around themselves at her side, only loosened when they found her hips. "And I'm not looking for someone exactly like me." She felt stating facts was better and more prudent than spouting emotional gook that would mean very little to anyone else. All right, so he may have been correct in her arriving only to find displeasures. She had basically stated it out right in her journal. Her breathing was becoming heavier, but she tried to make it unnoticeable. "Don't you see how that's how it should be? We are different people with different lives. It wouldn't be a problem if we weren't signed away to marry one another." Marriages, again, could be defined as the binding of two person to yield one, perfect person. And again, Ginny didn't know if she believed this either. Ginny had so many more words in her mind, but she was not going to say them all. As she saw him grab his coat, she wanted badly to plant herself to the spot. She didn't falter, no, but she could feel him willing her to leave as the pub was clearly closed.

Not blinking, Ginny looked Wayne in the eye from the distance between them. "Your apathy is more insulting than I think you intend it to be."

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w_hopkins
2008-06-30 07:24 pm UTC (link)

Wayne shrugged. "It wasn't a selfless question. When faced with a situation like this, no one is selfless. Whether you want to admit that or not is your choice. You asked me what you should do, you didn't ask me what you should do about me." He didn't believe her for a second, but didn't bother trying to argue that. He stated what he had to say and he was fine with that.

"What I want isn't an issue, Ginny. You've been more worried about not being able to make a decision to wonder about what I want and I don't blame you." Reaching out he flicked off the light and stepped outside, holding the door for her.

"I apologize if you are insulted, but I don't mince words and I don't lie. I'm being honest with you, so I have to ask for you to do the same," he shrugged, sticking his hands in his pocket. He could understand why the situation was frustrating, but he couldn't do anything about it. "If you're not looking for an answer then what are you doing here, Ginny? You've made it clear that you do not like this situation, so you can't very well say your concerned about how it will effect me."

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weesli
2008-06-30 11:50 pm UTC (link)

Ginny, someone who was sure of herself - perhaps not as much as others would think - was more sure now then she was before or during their meeting. Ginny didn't know him and he didn't know her. Perhaps it was pessimistic, skeptical, or cynical, but she found that those things were better than putting complete faith in a flawed system, making their match ups feel like a moron, or pretending to accept a ridiculous situation. Ginny felt she was being optimistic. Not too optimistic, but not unrealistic. Well, they certainly would not be able to change their own points of view if they were already having doubtful subconscious thoughts.

Ginny would have scoffed, but her newly learned manners denied her. "You're being rather disbelieving. For someone who advocates doing what needs to be done, you don't seem to have much faith in people. Were the things you learned from working with people was to be apathetic and condescending?" She didn't believe this until just now, when she found he was talking a bit more and was what sounded like a strange mix between sarcastic and sincere. Or perhaps she didn't care how he sounded, as she was not at all concerned with him, apparently.

Stifling another scoff, Ginny walked to the door, her hands still on her hips but her face a bit softer. "I had not come for an argument. If I had known it would have turned sour, I wouldn't have introduced myself. And I am being honest," she paused and blinked modestly, "Whether you believe it or not." So he did have quite a few things to say, despite his seemingly distant concern. "It was a question." Ginny found it strange that he was not looking for answers, aren't we all always looking for those? Ginny showed a small amount of honest concern without noticing. She was usually quite good at hiding it. "Wow, I think you've made just as many presumptions as I had." Ginny had began to feel the only person to blame for an unsuccessful meeting, but perhaps she was unfairly judged. She didn't know Wayne. He had things to say that she couldn't have guessed. "I didn't feel it was my duty to be concerned about you. We're two different, separate people, right? But I had thought about it. And found it was just as unfair for you." Ginny paused, "That was one of the reasons I disliked the plan. It will effect you and everyone else."

"I was here to meet you," Ginny watched as she passed Wayne and the doorway, "And now I have."

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w_hopkins
2008-07-01 12:15 am UTC (link)

Wayne smiled and shook his head. "You can say what you'd like, Miss. Weasley, but it isn't me your angry with and I've no obligation to try and make you feel better, as unfortunate as that is." he responded, locking the door behind her once she left. "Simply because I do what I have to, doesn't mean I have to have faith in all people. Those I do have faith in have given me a reason to do so."

"I've asked enough questions of my own and personally, I'm tired of getting the same sort of answer." He responded, zipping up his jacket against the cold wind. "The world gives plenty of reason for us to be pessimistic and if you're just learning that now...well, welcome to life."

"It was good to meet you, Ginny. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again at some point, either here or there. Have a good night." he said after a moment of contemplation. Once he'd done so, he turned and headed toward home. It didn't matter what she decided. He'd hold up his end of the bargain. They'd either meet again or the Ministry would reassign him to someone else. That was just the way it was, better to learn that now then latter when you had no more options left.

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