RP: Close Encounters...
Date: 28 September, 1999
Characters: George Weasley, Lee Jordan, St. Mungo's staff [NPC's]
Location: St. Mungo's
Status: Private
Summary: Lee finally gets to visit.
Completion: InComplete
George awoke before the sun this morning, restless and anxious, moving around the room. He spent a little while rearranging the letters in the cardboard box. Sorted through bits of parchment, putting all the blank sheets into the desk, along with the pencil and the handful of crayons.
Another half-hour he spent sorting through the things he'd written. A list of things he wanted: jeans, more socks, my own shorts, verity's plum cake He crumpled it into the bin by the desk along with a few idle scribblings. A sheet covered with green circles. No wonder the green crayon was so small. A sheet he'd sketched on with the pencil...a pair of crossed wands. He'd tried to put the words into the logo, and had found himself unable to.
A soft pink glow began to fill the room, and George looked toward the window. The sun was barely moving; he couldn't see the sunrise from his view to the West, but he could see the growing light. It was Saturday properly now...
The door opened and he looked up, meeting James' startled gaze. "I saw your light under the door. You're up early...are you okay?"
George shrugged, then crumpled another sheet of parchment into the bin. "Couldn't sleep..."
James nodded, then headed briefly out into the hall, returning with towels and fresh pyjamas. "Then I'll leave these here now, since you're awake. I can come give you a hand when I'm done morning rounds, if you want. Maybe another hour..."
George shrugged again, not answering, already absorbed in his self appointed cleaning tasks again, finally tossing the rest of the stuff into the bin as James sighed and left the room.
Greystone had okayed a visit. Said he was sending an owl to Lee. George had been tempted to send one of his own along after it, but hadn't known what else to say. Lee had been at the hospital before. But hadn't written until George had. How many times had he come? What was he doing? George shut the desk drawer on the rest of the questions, and got to his feet.
Shower... He glanced back at the door, then at the pile of linens on the bed. He suddenly felt incredibly dirty, and hot water and soap sounded unbelievably good. He scooped up the stack and headed for the bathroom.
Hot, steamy water. Plain soap, a tiny bar that probably wasn't enough to even give you the runs if you ate it, not that he had any intention. A packet of shampoo. George shed his clothes, stepping into the spray, and managed to wash his hair and body before losing his focus. The steam filled the shower like smoke, and George closed his eyes, leaning both hands against the tile and focusing on the steady beat of the water against his skin. The steady rushing sound of it, the soothing, scalding heat of it. He was reasonably sure it wasn't possible to make it hot enough to burn, but it was hot enough to redden his skin, and it felt incredibly good.
He stayed until the water ran cool, and opened his eyes. Turned off the taps, and reached for a towel. He dried slowly, then wrapped the towel around his waist and reached for another to dry off his hair. Damn 'no wands' rule. A drying charm was nicer, left it warm afterwards... He picked up the clean clothes, leaving the others in the floor with the flannel and damp hair towel, and headed out into the room.
James entered with breakfast. "Wow." He set down the tray, looking carefully at George. "Do you need any help? I'll just get the towels and stuff, if not..."
George shook his head, and watched James disappear into the bathroom. Heard him tidying with a few muttered charms, and dropped the towel he wore and pulled on the dark green pyjama bottoms. James emerged and George offered him the wet towel. James smiled as he took it. "Thanks. And thanks for doing the shower, too. Gives me a few extra minutes with the lady next door..."
George grinned, pulling the shirt over his head, and James was gone when his head emerged, leaving George to his breakfast.
~~~
By eleven George had done everything he could think of to do, and some things twice. He'd gone through the bedside drawer, throwing away scraps of parchment there as well, and eaten half of one of Auntie's biscuits. They'd confiscated the tin, but transferred the biscuits into a paper box and allowed him to keep them. Surely a ploy to get more food into him, but then again...they were good...
He wasn't sure what time Lee was coming. All anyone knew was 'lunch-time-ish'. George found himself growing more anxious as the morning passed. Less sure of what he should say. Totally unsure about where he should be.
The sun was bright outside, clouds moving past rather quickly...it must be breezy out. One caught his eye and he moved to the window, leaning in the corner and staring out absently, one hand resting lightly on the glass.
Characters: George Weasley, Lee Jordan, St. Mungo's staff [NPC's]
Location: St. Mungo's
Status: Private
Summary: Lee finally gets to visit.
Completion: InComplete
George awoke before the sun this morning, restless and anxious, moving around the room. He spent a little while rearranging the letters in the cardboard box. Sorted through bits of parchment, putting all the blank sheets into the desk, along with the pencil and the handful of crayons.
Another half-hour he spent sorting through the things he'd written. A list of things he wanted: jeans, more socks, my own shorts, verity's plum cake He crumpled it into the bin by the desk along with a few idle scribblings. A sheet covered with green circles. No wonder the green crayon was so small. A sheet he'd sketched on with the pencil...a pair of crossed wands. He'd tried to put the words into the logo, and had found himself unable to.
A soft pink glow began to fill the room, and George looked toward the window. The sun was barely moving; he couldn't see the sunrise from his view to the West, but he could see the growing light. It was Saturday properly now...
The door opened and he looked up, meeting James' startled gaze. "I saw your light under the door. You're up early...are you okay?"
George shrugged, then crumpled another sheet of parchment into the bin. "Couldn't sleep..."
James nodded, then headed briefly out into the hall, returning with towels and fresh pyjamas. "Then I'll leave these here now, since you're awake. I can come give you a hand when I'm done morning rounds, if you want. Maybe another hour..."
George shrugged again, not answering, already absorbed in his self appointed cleaning tasks again, finally tossing the rest of the stuff into the bin as James sighed and left the room.
Greystone had okayed a visit. Said he was sending an owl to Lee. George had been tempted to send one of his own along after it, but hadn't known what else to say. Lee had been at the hospital before. But hadn't written until George had. How many times had he come? What was he doing? George shut the desk drawer on the rest of the questions, and got to his feet.
Shower... He glanced back at the door, then at the pile of linens on the bed. He suddenly felt incredibly dirty, and hot water and soap sounded unbelievably good. He scooped up the stack and headed for the bathroom.
Hot, steamy water. Plain soap, a tiny bar that probably wasn't enough to even give you the runs if you ate it, not that he had any intention. A packet of shampoo. George shed his clothes, stepping into the spray, and managed to wash his hair and body before losing his focus. The steam filled the shower like smoke, and George closed his eyes, leaning both hands against the tile and focusing on the steady beat of the water against his skin. The steady rushing sound of it, the soothing, scalding heat of it. He was reasonably sure it wasn't possible to make it hot enough to burn, but it was hot enough to redden his skin, and it felt incredibly good.
He stayed until the water ran cool, and opened his eyes. Turned off the taps, and reached for a towel. He dried slowly, then wrapped the towel around his waist and reached for another to dry off his hair. Damn 'no wands' rule. A drying charm was nicer, left it warm afterwards... He picked up the clean clothes, leaving the others in the floor with the flannel and damp hair towel, and headed out into the room.
James entered with breakfast. "Wow." He set down the tray, looking carefully at George. "Do you need any help? I'll just get the towels and stuff, if not..."
George shook his head, and watched James disappear into the bathroom. Heard him tidying with a few muttered charms, and dropped the towel he wore and pulled on the dark green pyjama bottoms. James emerged and George offered him the wet towel. James smiled as he took it. "Thanks. And thanks for doing the shower, too. Gives me a few extra minutes with the lady next door..."
George grinned, pulling the shirt over his head, and James was gone when his head emerged, leaving George to his breakfast.
~~~
By eleven George had done everything he could think of to do, and some things twice. He'd gone through the bedside drawer, throwing away scraps of parchment there as well, and eaten half of one of Auntie's biscuits. They'd confiscated the tin, but transferred the biscuits into a paper box and allowed him to keep them. Surely a ploy to get more food into him, but then again...they were good...
He wasn't sure what time Lee was coming. All anyone knew was 'lunch-time-ish'. George found himself growing more anxious as the morning passed. Less sure of what he should say. Totally unsure about where he should be.
The sun was bright outside, clouds moving past rather quickly...it must be breezy out. One caught his eye and he moved to the window, leaning in the corner and staring out absently, one hand resting lightly on the glass.