10 Mischiefs Managed - [text]

[greding]

Fred's gone home.

[Filtered to the Weasleys]

Don't try to find me.

[ooc: George will be alternating between the bar and locking himself in the backroom of the shop. Action for anyone who might know where to look/bumps into him.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ It's not fair. It's not fair, and she should be thinking about the others, too, but she's not because right now, they don't matter as much. ]

I'm so, so sorry.

[ But it's not enough, never will be, and she doesn't know what she can do via text... so she calls off work and goes out looking for him. Her hands are shaking, and she should be trying to quit but she ignores that fact in favor of lighting a cigarette, trying to occupy her hands and calm herself down before she runs into him.

The fact that she might not run into him at all is thought about and them ignored. She'll find him. She has to. ]

action;

[oneminutemaze]

[ There's a slight jingle of keys as she unlocks the door, and the now-automatic movement of a foot to stop whichever animal has decided to try and escape. It's Yusuf's cat, Rhada, this time, and Ariadne picks up the obese animal and heads inside, turning to make sure George is following. ]

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[greding]

[He does follow, his coat hung up on a hook in the doorway. Getting into the warmth of a house is making him feel a little unsteady again, and he braces himself for a moment againt the wall when he's sure Ariadne isn't looking.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ With the door shut, Ariadne lets the cat down -- she gives them both an offended look and stalks off, but that's usual. What's unusual is Ariadne following the cat into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle and two glasses, and then heading back to George and the stairs. ]

Come on.

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[greding]

[He figures she's taking them to her room, which works for him. He'd rather not be in a place people can walk into either. He follows her up to that familiar space, wishing he felt as good as all the other times he'd follow her up there.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ So does she. Waffle is asleep in his cage when they get there, and Ariadne sets both the bottle and the glasses down on her windowsill. There's another, partially full bottle on her desk, which she grabs and adds to the collection before she goes to take her jacket and boots off.

Still quiet. She hates it. ]

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[greding]

[She's bent over to take her boots off, and before he realises he's doing it, George has reaches out and touches the hair at the base of her neck, tangling his fingers in it gently. He's not sure why he's doing it, and he's too drunk at this point to care too much. He just needs to remind himself that she's still there.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ There's a split second pause when Ariadne registers the fingers in her hair before she reaches back. Her palm settles over his hand, not moving to pull it away, but resting there. She's still trying to get her boots off, but it's not as important. ]

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[greding]

[He's crouching behind her now, letting his nose bump the back of her head. She smells familiar. When she she become something familiar in his life? It feel like a couple of days ago she showed up in the City. After a moment, he lets his hands come up to rest on her shoulders.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ She's been here almost two months now, but it doesn't feel as long as it maybe should. Once his hands are on her shoulders, she pulls her hand away to quickly finish getting her boots off. Then back it goes, resting on his hand again. ]

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[greding]

[He slides his head down onto her shoulder, letting himself breath her in from the side of her neck. His eyes are closed, they have been since he put himself in this position, and he lets himself get lost in her smell and the feeling of her tiny shoulders under his hands.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ She doesn't move, save for her own eyes sliding shut. It'd be more comfortable if they did, maybe, but she doesn't want to ruin this. She's there for whatever he needs, including the things he may not want but needs regardless. ]

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[greding]

[He runs his fingers through her hair, gently, and takes another slow breath in. His head's so cloudy and he feels like he could stay here for a few more hours. But instead he pulls back, and makes it over to the desk to pour himself another drink.]

action;

[oneminutemaze]

[ Ariadne has to take a deep breath and let it out before she moves, putting her boots in her closet before turning to watch him. After a moment, she heads over, reaching around him to take the bottle. ]

It'll be easier if you're sitting down.

[ And not at her desk, either; she's the only one who gets to sit behind there. She's taking the bottle with her over to her bed, settling on the side of it before pouring a drink of her own. ]

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[greding]

You're always making excuses to get me on the bed.

[It's the first joke he's said since Fred left, and he grimaces after he says it. It doesn't feel right to be making jokes when he's on his own again. He takes another shot of tequila and follows her to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ There's a slight quirk of her lips despite the grimace, though it's sad. Once he's sitting, she downs her own shot, putting the glass on the windowsill before setting a hand on his back. ]