RP: Frustrated
Date: Tuesday, September 17, 1999/Early Wed. September 18, 1999 | Around midnight
Characters: Bill Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Location: WWW
Status: Private
Summary: Bill returns to the shop
Completion: Complete
George and Lee were settled into the guest bedroom. Bill had made sure of that before he talked to Fleur and told her he was going back to the shop. He wanted to do something, even if it was just stand around and glare at everyone to make sure they did the best work possible. He was good at glaring, at least. And growling, but he was trying to fight the urges that had been nipping at his mind since he had Apparated into Diagon Alley earlier.
Before he left, he sent an owl to Minerva letting her know what happened and requesting the next day off work. It was bloody late already, and he knew there was no way that he'd be able to sleep anytime soon. Besides, George and Lee might need him tomorrow, and he wanted to be there for them, just in case. That mattered more than his job, and he hoped that Minerva would understand that. It wasn't as if he'd be in the best of moods to deal with students anyway.
He wanted to know what had happened, whether it had been some freak accident or had been deliberate, and, if it was the latter, he wanted someone caught. Immediately. Before he could get hold of them because he could feel his control slip when he thought of someone doing this intentionally and what George was going through right now. Hadn't he suffered enough? Fucking hell. It was like George couldn't even get a chance to get better without something else happening. It had been a year of first to get through before, and now this fucking fire just sort of ruined all that progress. He had seen it in George's eyes, had seen how broken he looked, and it made Bill want to go out and hit something-someone-until he was too exhausted to care.
When he arrived back in Diagon Alley, it looked as if most the fire had finally been put out. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, and his eyes stung as he looked towards the charred ruins that were what was left of WWW. The first floor looked to be intact, from the outside, but the ground floor was a mess, and it looked like it had spread into the basement. He curled his fingers into his palm as he watched the Ministry employees standing around. They looked exhausted, worse than they'd looked when he'd arrived before, but he wanted them to do something. He had spotted a couple of people in Auror robes who weren't doing anything, either.
After considering it a moment, he scanned the area and finally found someone taking notes. Possibly about the scene? He didn't really care. They had a quill, and he needed one. He went over and asked very nicely to borrow it before he snatched it from the man and reached down to pick up a fallen flyer to use as parchment. The man scurried away muttering, but Bill didn't really care. He had asked nicely, even if it had been with a bit of a growl and possibly a little snarling. He penned a quick note and read it over.
Kingsley,
George's shop burned down. Might have been an accident, but maybe not. Can you send your best Aurors and all to investigate? Yeah, I'm a shite friend who hasn't seen you in bloody ages and is now asking for you to pull the Minister card by sending the best, but at least I'm honest about it, right? I'm here now, and it's a bloody mess.
I'll owe you a pint and a steak.
Bill
He borrowed an owl from a neighbor who offered without him even having to ask nicely, and then he walked closer to the shop. He needed to do something or he might go crazy. It was fucking frustrating, being so helpless and knowing there was no way he could fix this--fix George--and all he could do was wait to find out what the fuck had happened and try to do what he could to help George and Lee get through this.
Characters: Bill Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Location: WWW
Status: Private
Summary: Bill returns to the shop
Completion: Complete
George and Lee were settled into the guest bedroom. Bill had made sure of that before he talked to Fleur and told her he was going back to the shop. He wanted to do something, even if it was just stand around and glare at everyone to make sure they did the best work possible. He was good at glaring, at least. And growling, but he was trying to fight the urges that had been nipping at his mind since he had Apparated into Diagon Alley earlier.
Before he left, he sent an owl to Minerva letting her know what happened and requesting the next day off work. It was bloody late already, and he knew there was no way that he'd be able to sleep anytime soon. Besides, George and Lee might need him tomorrow, and he wanted to be there for them, just in case. That mattered more than his job, and he hoped that Minerva would understand that. It wasn't as if he'd be in the best of moods to deal with students anyway.
He wanted to know what had happened, whether it had been some freak accident or had been deliberate, and, if it was the latter, he wanted someone caught. Immediately. Before he could get hold of them because he could feel his control slip when he thought of someone doing this intentionally and what George was going through right now. Hadn't he suffered enough? Fucking hell. It was like George couldn't even get a chance to get better without something else happening. It had been a year of first to get through before, and now this fucking fire just sort of ruined all that progress. He had seen it in George's eyes, had seen how broken he looked, and it made Bill want to go out and hit something-someone-until he was too exhausted to care.
When he arrived back in Diagon Alley, it looked as if most the fire had finally been put out. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, and his eyes stung as he looked towards the charred ruins that were what was left of WWW. The first floor looked to be intact, from the outside, but the ground floor was a mess, and it looked like it had spread into the basement. He curled his fingers into his palm as he watched the Ministry employees standing around. They looked exhausted, worse than they'd looked when he'd arrived before, but he wanted them to do something. He had spotted a couple of people in Auror robes who weren't doing anything, either.
After considering it a moment, he scanned the area and finally found someone taking notes. Possibly about the scene? He didn't really care. They had a quill, and he needed one. He went over and asked very nicely to borrow it before he snatched it from the man and reached down to pick up a fallen flyer to use as parchment. The man scurried away muttering, but Bill didn't really care. He had asked nicely, even if it had been with a bit of a growl and possibly a little snarling. He penned a quick note and read it over.
Kingsley,
George's shop burned down. Might have been an accident, but maybe not. Can you send your best Aurors and all to investigate? Yeah, I'm a shite friend who hasn't seen you in bloody ages and is now asking for you to pull the Minister card by sending the best, but at least I'm honest about it, right? I'm here now, and it's a bloody mess.
I'll owe you a pint and a steak.
Bill
He borrowed an owl from a neighbor who offered without him even having to ask nicely, and then he walked closer to the shop. He needed to do something or he might go crazy. It was fucking frustrating, being so helpless and knowing there was no way he could fix this--fix George--and all he could do was wait to find out what the fuck had happened and try to do what he could to help George and Lee get through this.