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[anon_merope]

Who: George and Merope Gaunt
Where: Her Flat
When: February 15th, 2003
Why: Because, she wants to leaveeee

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[anon_george]

George had felt bad about not seeing Merope since she returned. He'd gone by a couple of times but she hadn't answered. But he'd been distracted too by Katie who had become something more in a very short period of time. A silly grin crossed his features as he thought of her. But he needed to see Merope and make sure she was okay. There was no telling what had happened to her even if the reports he heard said everyone was fine.

Still, he thought she could use the help or if nothing else the company and he'd brought her a pizza with her favorite toppings for lunch. He sort of understood that it wouldn't be a simple meeting and with how fragile Merope could be at times, there was a good chance her imprisonment could have affected her some. He remembered back to their shopping trip and smiled fondly at the memory before he walked up to the door.

Adjusting the pizza box in his hand, he took a deep breath and then knocked.

[anon_merope]

Merope heard the sound of door and felt like not even answering, she had a feeling of who it might be. She got up from the floor and sighed, walking to the door her hand gripped the door knob, unlocked it and pulled it open. When she realized who it was, she replied hurtfully,"You don't need to do this anymore, George." Merope didn't want to give him the chance to say anything, for the only reason that he would say in her head is that he was sorry. Sorries were something that Merope heard too often and she didn't need it from someone she cared and awful lot about who, quite frankly, didn't feel the same.

Whatever had happened, it appeared to George that she was severely hurt and decided to pull herself away from him, although she didn't want to. When she closed the door, she spoke,"I'll be out..soon..?" She hurtfully said through the door.

[anon_george]

George had plastered on a big smile and was holding out the pizza when Merope opened the door. Then promptly closed it, the pie flipping into the air and her rustled around to catch it. He didn't really even have a chance to reply and he took a few moments to compose himself. George didn't know what he'd done wrong other than not come over right away. While he had felt bad about that, he didn't think it deserved that sort of treatment.

He initially thought that maybe his strange friend needed some more time alone. After all, she'd been through enough with the kidnapping and all. But his stubbornness took over and he gathered himself again, scowling at the door when he heard her comment. "What do you mean out soon? You're home." He banged on the door again.

[anon_merope]

Her feelings were severely hurt, she wasn't sure how she was feeling about the two men she thought didn't want her around. That's almost all she had thought about while she was kidnapped, if they were here friend George wouldn't have let her be stuffed up in a place so like her old home. When he pounded on the door again, she yelped from the loud noise and slowly opened the door.

She didn't like the loud banging, it bothered her.

Merope looked at him and then turned away,"I know...you don't want me here. I know, George. --" She got to defeated and didn't finish what she was saying, her heart just wasn't into the disappointment. She blushed when she saw George, looking over his chest and hands, not daring to look up any farther than that,"I'll leave...is what I mean. I'm just cleaning up the place..." She whispered so gently.