RP: Visiting Mum
Date: 1 June 2003
Character(s): Molly Weasley and George Weasley
Location: Beedle Bar
Status: Private
Summary: George comes home and finally sees his mum.
Completion: Complete
It was a surreal experience to be in jail and even more so, a Muggle jail where George had stewed for the last two days. When he stepped out of his holding cell, there was a moment of joyous elation followed by the crushing weight of everything that had happened. He couldn’t believe that Katie had dumped him and that cold, harsh reality was waiting for him after he walked out of the station and into the early morning gloom on a Sunday morning.
He was stuck. He couldn’t very well Apparate or summon the Knight Bus, so George trudged over to Diagon Alley and waited for a few hours by the brick wall that led into the Alley until someone his parents knew showed up and George asked for an escort through. George then walked over to Wheezes and waited for someone to show up. After an hour, he saw Verity and had her side Apparate him to the town next to Annwn. He walked the few kilometers and found himself inside Annwn proper by nine in the morning.
George chuckled as he walked toward home. It would have been so much easier to travel with a wand but he sure the hell wasn’t going to go back over to Katie’s again, at least not for a while. He wanted to sleep but he couldn’t see himself going home either because he was sure Fred had been worried to death but George really wasn’t in the rational mindset to remember to leave a note for him.
So George took a detour and found himself in front of the Beedle Bar. After he entered, he made his way over to the washroom and gazed in the mirror. “You look like a steaming pile of shite.” He growled at his reflection as he leaned over the sink. George did. His eyes were red rimmed from a lack of sleep and maybe from a bit of sobbing he did on that lonely walk. George’s scruffy beard had grown in patchy as always and his features were pinched and worn. He gave himself a wan smile before he splashed some water on his face and tried to freshen up as much as he could.
When he was done, he ran his hand through his partially wet hair before he ambled out of the washroom and made his way upstairs. Normally, he’d be a bit nervous about seeing his mum but now, he’d welcome one of her patented tirades about him not seeing her because it would make him forget the shitepile his life had become and with that in mind, he faced the door to his parents’ flat and knocked.
Character(s): Molly Weasley and George Weasley
Location: Beedle Bar
Status: Private
Summary: George comes home and finally sees his mum.
Completion: Complete
It was a surreal experience to be in jail and even more so, a Muggle jail where George had stewed for the last two days. When he stepped out of his holding cell, there was a moment of joyous elation followed by the crushing weight of everything that had happened. He couldn’t believe that Katie had dumped him and that cold, harsh reality was waiting for him after he walked out of the station and into the early morning gloom on a Sunday morning.
He was stuck. He couldn’t very well Apparate or summon the Knight Bus, so George trudged over to Diagon Alley and waited for a few hours by the brick wall that led into the Alley until someone his parents knew showed up and George asked for an escort through. George then walked over to Wheezes and waited for someone to show up. After an hour, he saw Verity and had her side Apparate him to the town next to Annwn. He walked the few kilometers and found himself inside Annwn proper by nine in the morning.
George chuckled as he walked toward home. It would have been so much easier to travel with a wand but he sure the hell wasn’t going to go back over to Katie’s again, at least not for a while. He wanted to sleep but he couldn’t see himself going home either because he was sure Fred had been worried to death but George really wasn’t in the rational mindset to remember to leave a note for him.
So George took a detour and found himself in front of the Beedle Bar. After he entered, he made his way over to the washroom and gazed in the mirror. “You look like a steaming pile of shite.” He growled at his reflection as he leaned over the sink. George did. His eyes were red rimmed from a lack of sleep and maybe from a bit of sobbing he did on that lonely walk. George’s scruffy beard had grown in patchy as always and his features were pinched and worn. He gave himself a wan smile before he splashed some water on his face and tried to freshen up as much as he could.
When he was done, he ran his hand through his partially wet hair before he ambled out of the washroom and made his way upstairs. Normally, he’d be a bit nervous about seeing his mum but now, he’d welcome one of her patented tirades about him not seeing her because it would make him forget the shitepile his life had become and with that in mind, he faced the door to his parents’ flat and knocked.