For George

[quaffle_me]

*sitting in the backroom of the shop, on one of the boxes, biting his lip nervously*

George? I -- I think that we should talk. I -- I have a few things I need to tell you, and to ask you.

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[which_is_which]

*this never sounds good, really--*

*blinks* Alright. *gives him a bit of a worried smile and sits down on a nearby box*

[quaffle_me]

First off -- I know this question is really -- I dunno, out of the blue, I suppose? But it's important. *bites his lip* D'you love me?

[which_is_which]

I -- Yes, I do. And it is out of the blue. Is something wrong?

[quaffle_me]

I've gotten myself into something, George. It's... complicated. A while ago, I got to being friends with Per -- Peril Mulciber -- and he introduced me to all his friends. You'll probably know their names, they're more or less well known in the Ministry. Antonin Dolohov, Evan Rosier, Rodolphus Lestrange. I've sort of... gotten in with them. *realizing how that sounds and quickly adding* I'm not a Death Eater or anything and I don't like what they do. But... I care a lot about Per and Cissa. They saved my life, they did. After I found out about Mam I tried... *lowers his voice a bit* Tried to off myself. Per found me and saved me. I owe him everything. I can't just... walk away from this. But at the same time I don't want to hurt you, George. And... I'm sorry. I don't know what to do anymore. But I thought you should know what's going on.

[which_is_which]

Typist: IGNORE THE ICON; THIS IS GEORGE.

*blinks, attempting to take everything in* Wait, I -- Why haven't I even had an inkling of what's been happening? I mean, I knew that you were friends with Mulciber, but -- I didn't even suspect the rest of this. *is just vaguely stunned*

[quaffle_me]

Because I didn't tell anyone. Only Per and Cissa knew I tried to... And I haven't been exactly public in my friendship with that whole group. *chewing at his lip* I know your family isn't exactly friendly with them. That's why I think it'd be better... *rubs his hands over his face, trying to word this without being a complete ass* I'm in too deeply with them and I don't know how to get out, George. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do.

[which_is_which]

*sighs* It's alright. Just let me know if there's anything I can do, and ... well, take you time to think this over as much as you want.

[quaffle_me]

I'm sorry. I just -- I care about you too much to drag you into all this. I know that sounds like complete and utter shite, but it's true. *takes George's hand and holds it in both of his* I do care about you, George. I don't deserve your love, or your friendship, but I'm grateful for it anyway. Even if I am a complete bastard for doing this to you. *kisses his hand gently*

[which_is_which]

So that's it, then?

[quaffle_me]

It's... probably best. For now. Until I get myself sorted out. I'm not expecting you to -- wait for me, or anything. What you do is up to you. But... I love you, and I'm sorry.

[which_is_which]

*pretty much just nods, then*

It's not your fault. Really. Don't beat yourself up over this.

[which_is_which]

*slightly bitter laugh* Bit late for that, really. I'll still, you know, work here. If you want me to.

[quaffle_me]

Typist: ... that was Ollie. Really.