Bill Weasley, Pensieve Memory, May 1992
Name: Bill Weasley
Date: May 1992
Format: Pensieve Memory
Relevance: Bill's Worst Memory, chucked at Walburga Black with an extremely rude gesture.
Notes: Thanks to my seer, nightfallrising, for the invaluable help. Links to the relevent mythological figures can be found here on Bill's journal.
The memory opens on busy Egyptian street, an open door and window letting out the rather frantic music and spill of lights from a club. After a moment three figures emerge, a redhead flanked by two darker haired individuals, a male and a female. All three appear to be in their early twenties, and the two Egyptians share the same copper skin, the same smile, the same elegant build. They are clearly closely related. The central male is tall, attractive, and dressed in a pair of tight jeans and an equally tight t-shirt. He's laughing rather uproariously while the other two grin, their arms wrapped snuggly around his waist. His arms loop over their shoulders as he continues to laugh.
As they make their way down the street, it becomes obvious that at least the redhead is very intoxicated, but the wandering hands of both twins over his arse heedless of the people around them suggest that they too have been drinking. The black-haired female turns her head to murmur into her companion's ear and he shakes his head, his voice rising up through the bustle of the street.
"Fuck, Mesi. M'too pissed. You know I can't fucking translate when m'pissed. English please."
Mesi laughs at him, but she obliges. "You're an idiot, Bill."
Bill laughs more and pushes his face against the head of the still silent male. "You don't think m'an idiot do you, Mbizi? S'just women."
Mbizi rolls his eyes. "Not disagreeing with my sister. Idiot."
Bill sighs dramatically. "Have to prove it. Somehow." His head swivels around and he catches sight of a glowing blue sign which seeks to lure in drunken tourists through illumination, and he gestures. "There. Palmist. Prove m'not an idiot."
Mesi raises her eyebrows at the two boys but shrugs under Bill's left arm. "Fine. Just find out how much you are one in the future too."
They step into the open door of the dimly lit room, candle light flickering over the layered patterns of textiles hung on the walls, draped over a small table and collection of chairs, covered the floors without any seeming organization.
"Hello? Need to know if I'm an idiot? Anyone here?" Bill calls out to the darkened room.
"Ssh, idiot." Mesi slaps at Bill's arm, but their attention is drawn to a corner from which an old woman emerges, looking curiously over the trio.
"Bititkalimy Englizee?" Mbizi asks.
The old woman nods. "Yes. Not lot. Enough for travelers, yes?"
They nod and sit down at her gesture. "Who?"
With what is probably supposed to be a charming grin, Bill sticks out his hand, palm up. "Me. Prove m'not an idiot. Now or the future."
The old woman raises her eyebrows skeptically at this, clearly calculating the level of intoxication of Bill then of the other two, before taking his hand and peering at it. She traces one wrinkled finger over the lines in his hand, making small noises over it before she starts to talk.
"The young lion will hide from Aten, but he will come again under the eye of Horus."
Snorting, Bill rolls his eyes. "Don't need my hand or a bloody seer to know I'll be hung over tomorrow."
She fixes him with a piercing stare, and he pulls back a little as she continues. "I see one who rejects Anubis, I see him take a bright sun into his embrace and consume her from within."
Bill swivels his head to Mesi and mutters, "Does this many any fuckin' sense to you?"
"Hush," she says as she slaps him gently on the thigh. He takes her hand and puts it directly onto his crotch. Her eyes widen then her hand shifts abruptly, and Bill yelps and releases her hand.
Mesi inclines her head to the old woman- "Assif."- then gestures for her to continue as Bill scoots closer to the young man at his side.
When she does, her voice is harder, her manner defensive. "I see one dive into the conflagration and rise the Bennu bird, and in its nest will the lion stumble in the teeth of Wepwawet. I see Sopdet blaze under the fangs of the sun-devourer's lover, bright Sekhmet, and shroud himself against the rising flood, and the waters will be salt."
"Fuck this. M'pissed and hard and can't fucking think. Let's go home. Want you both. Now." He murmurs into Mbizi's ear, but it's loud enough for everyone to hear.
They stand up with haste born of embarrassment and desire; and after dropping a few coins onto the woman's table, they hurriedly make their way to the door.
She calls out after him. "More! Your brother! And Seth."
But Bill waves a dismissive hand, and it descends again to squeeze Mbizi's arse as Bill speaks over his quiet, indignant yelp. "Got loads of them. All ginger idiots. But I love'm. But no one's shagging Seth and m'not shagging them. I've got Isis and Osiris here for that. Cheers!"
He shuts the door then starts nuzzling Mesi' neck as they walk down the alley together, without a backward glance. Mesi and Mbizi murmur softly to each other in Arabic and then Mbizi pulls away and Disapparates with a crack. A moment later, Bill and Mesi snap away and the memory ends.
Date: May 1992
Format: Pensieve Memory
Relevance: Bill's Worst Memory, chucked at Walburga Black with an extremely rude gesture.
Notes: Thanks to my seer, nightfallrising, for the invaluable help. Links to the relevent mythological figures can be found here on Bill's journal.
The memory opens on busy Egyptian street, an open door and window letting out the rather frantic music and spill of lights from a club. After a moment three figures emerge, a redhead flanked by two darker haired individuals, a male and a female. All three appear to be in their early twenties, and the two Egyptians share the same copper skin, the same smile, the same elegant build. They are clearly closely related. The central male is tall, attractive, and dressed in a pair of tight jeans and an equally tight t-shirt. He's laughing rather uproariously while the other two grin, their arms wrapped snuggly around his waist. His arms loop over their shoulders as he continues to laugh.
As they make their way down the street, it becomes obvious that at least the redhead is very intoxicated, but the wandering hands of both twins over his arse heedless of the people around them suggest that they too have been drinking. The black-haired female turns her head to murmur into her companion's ear and he shakes his head, his voice rising up through the bustle of the street.
"Fuck, Mesi. M'too pissed. You know I can't fucking translate when m'pissed. English please."
Mesi laughs at him, but she obliges. "You're an idiot, Bill."
Bill laughs more and pushes his face against the head of the still silent male. "You don't think m'an idiot do you, Mbizi? S'just women."
Mbizi rolls his eyes. "Not disagreeing with my sister. Idiot."
Bill sighs dramatically. "Have to prove it. Somehow." His head swivels around and he catches sight of a glowing blue sign which seeks to lure in drunken tourists through illumination, and he gestures. "There. Palmist. Prove m'not an idiot."
Mesi raises her eyebrows at the two boys but shrugs under Bill's left arm. "Fine. Just find out how much you are one in the future too."
They step into the open door of the dimly lit room, candle light flickering over the layered patterns of textiles hung on the walls, draped over a small table and collection of chairs, covered the floors without any seeming organization.
"Hello? Need to know if I'm an idiot? Anyone here?" Bill calls out to the darkened room.
"Ssh, idiot." Mesi slaps at Bill's arm, but their attention is drawn to a corner from which an old woman emerges, looking curiously over the trio.
"Bititkalimy Englizee?" Mbizi asks.
The old woman nods. "Yes. Not lot. Enough for travelers, yes?"
They nod and sit down at her gesture. "Who?"
With what is probably supposed to be a charming grin, Bill sticks out his hand, palm up. "Me. Prove m'not an idiot. Now or the future."
The old woman raises her eyebrows skeptically at this, clearly calculating the level of intoxication of Bill then of the other two, before taking his hand and peering at it. She traces one wrinkled finger over the lines in his hand, making small noises over it before she starts to talk.
"The young lion will hide from Aten, but he will come again under the eye of Horus."
Snorting, Bill rolls his eyes. "Don't need my hand or a bloody seer to know I'll be hung over tomorrow."
She fixes him with a piercing stare, and he pulls back a little as she continues. "I see one who rejects Anubis, I see him take a bright sun into his embrace and consume her from within."
Bill swivels his head to Mesi and mutters, "Does this many any fuckin' sense to you?"
"Hush," she says as she slaps him gently on the thigh. He takes her hand and puts it directly onto his crotch. Her eyes widen then her hand shifts abruptly, and Bill yelps and releases her hand.
Mesi inclines her head to the old woman- "Assif."- then gestures for her to continue as Bill scoots closer to the young man at his side.
When she does, her voice is harder, her manner defensive. "I see one dive into the conflagration and rise the Bennu bird, and in its nest will the lion stumble in the teeth of Wepwawet. I see Sopdet blaze under the fangs of the sun-devourer's lover, bright Sekhmet, and shroud himself against the rising flood, and the waters will be salt."
"Fuck this. M'pissed and hard and can't fucking think. Let's go home. Want you both. Now." He murmurs into Mbizi's ear, but it's loud enough for everyone to hear.
They stand up with haste born of embarrassment and desire; and after dropping a few coins onto the woman's table, they hurriedly make their way to the door.
She calls out after him. "More! Your brother! And Seth."
But Bill waves a dismissive hand, and it descends again to squeeze Mbizi's arse as Bill speaks over his quiet, indignant yelp. "Got loads of them. All ginger idiots. But I love'm. But no one's shagging Seth and m'not shagging them. I've got Isis and Osiris here for that. Cheers!"
He shuts the door then starts nuzzling Mesi' neck as they walk down the alley together, without a backward glance. Mesi and Mbizi murmur softly to each other in Arabic and then Mbizi pulls away and Disapparates with a crack. A moment later, Bill and Mesi snap away and the memory ends.