Comments | road_ahead: RP: I want to see my nephew

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RP: I want to see my nephew

Feb 28, 2009 02:31

Date: 27 September, 1999
Characters: Muriel Beamish, George Weasley, a few St. Mungo's NPCs
Location: St. Mungo's
Status: Private
Summary: Muriel bullies her way in to visit George.
Completion: Complete

( I'm 108! I could die at any moment, and if you don't let me see him, I might, just to spite you. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, now, would you? )

muriel beamish, george weasley, place: st. mungos, september 1998, september 1999

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rar_george February 27 2009, 16:53:22 UTC

"I told you, I don't feel like a shower," he said to whoever it was. He hadn't felt like eating either, truth be told, but Greystone was keeping track of every mouthful and he wanted to see someone besides the staff and his own face and the four fucking walls.

"Or fresh clothes or a drink or whatever else you've got." He stood and leaned against the windowsill, resolutely ignoring whatever staff member thought they had to irritate him again.

rar_muriel February 27 2009, 17:09:19 UTC

Obviously, he didn't recognise her voice.

He sounded like a little boy, forlorn in a way that made her want to hug him, and petulant in a way that made her want to laugh at him. Instead, she opened her bag and pulled out the container she'd stashed inside.

"Not even biscuits?" she asked.

rar_george February 27 2009, 17:13:37 UTC

George sighed, then turned his head, intending the glare for whatever staff member obviously understood no English. The woman just inside the door was...nobody he'd thought he'd see anytime soon. His hands tightened, then let go of the windowsill and he turned toward her, still not quite able to believe his own eyes.

"Aunt...Aunt Muriel?"

rar_muriel February 27 2009, 17:43:17 UTC

Muriel didn't miss the glare - the darkness of it - before he registered who she was. The look was unsettling, but she knew it wasn't for her. She supposed she would glare, too, if she'd been locked away for so long.

In fact, she had just glared hard enough to make a young man almost wet his pants, so she supposed she shouldn't make judgements.

She smiled, trying to give him a moment to get used to seeing her.

"I snuck in," she said. "Or rather, I stared down one of the staff out there until he let me see you. I really do have biscuits." She rattled the tin.

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