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RP - News and offers

Aug 30, 2007 22:21

Title: News and offers
Date: 08/31/1998
Time of Day: 10:00 PM
Characters: Charlie Weasley, George Weasley
Location: George's place
Status: Private
Brief Summary: Charlie has something to tell George.
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None

( Charlie's skin color was still fluctuating from olive green to pale gray )

location:george's flat, 08/1998, charlie weasley, george weasley

Comments 29

bth_georgew August 30 2007, 20:52:24 UTC

"S'alright," shouted a voice from inside, "Come on in."

Before Charlie could reach for the knob, the door swung open of it's own accord and the greeting mat seemed more to push Charlie inside than welcome him. George, for his part, sat at Fred's old desk, leaning on the table top and not at all looking stable on the bench seat. He'd been there since saying goodbye to Verity forty minutes ago, still as a petrified frog, except for where he continued to grind his wand tip into his right eye socket.

"How's it going, gimp?" George greeted, giving Charlie a weary smile. "Take a load off."

bth_charliew August 30 2007, 20:54:51 UTC

"Hey," said Charlie, sitting rather hurriedly on the nearest chair. Apparating had made him quite dizzy, and he realized that he had not completely recovered from that stupid treatment. "I'm fine, thanks," he replied, though his pale face probably said otherwise. He didn't really mind George knowing that he'd just spent the night at St Mungo's, but he didn't feel that it was absolutely necessary to mention it, either. George would probably just make fun of him, unable to escape a Healer.

He observed his little brother, sitting at his desk and thought he looked rather tired. "You're okay? You look like you haven't slept in years..."

bth_georgew August 30 2007, 22:56:52 UTC

"Months, actually... Well," George corrected, straightening in his chair and placing his wand behind his ear, "Technically, it's been since Monday morning, but who's really counting? At least now we know the sugar cubes really do themselves justice. Might have to raise the price."

Turning toward the desk and grabbing a Quick-Spell Quill, George made a small scribble on a scrap of paper and tore it from the rest of the parchment, stuffing the note in his pants' pocket. When he regarded Charlie again, it was only to take in the equally sunken eyes and poor pallor, "You know, you look like dragon dung."

bth_charliew August 31 2007, 05:50:18 UTC

"Hmmm, you're lucky I'm not Bill, or I'd just throw you in bed and force you to sleep right now," Charlie said, forcing a smile.

"And thanks very much for saying I look like dragon dung. My ego definitely needed a boost!" he added, chuckling. "But yeah, I suppose you're right. I feel like a pile of Bundimuns, to be honest. I was at St Mungo's for a stupid medical examination, and that cursed Healer forced me to take a treatment for a Runespoor bite I'd had for months. You'd think I'd know by now, if it had been that dangerous. Seriously..." He shook his head.

"Anyway, I think I could use a glass of something. You got water for your older bro?"

bth_georgew August 31 2007, 06:53:50 UTC

"Of course," said George, hoisting himself off his chair and crossing to the small kitchenette that took up a corner of the flat. From the cupboard he retrieved a small tin tankard and filled it unceremoniously with water, bringing it to Charlie.

"So they treated you for an old wound that wasn't bothering you... and left you with a bandaged arm and color-changing flesh? Sounds like St. Mungo's could use something to entertain themselves with other than torturing their patients."