Comments | road_ahead: RP: Frustrated

rar_bill in road_ahead

RP: Frustrated

Feb 17, 2009 10:32

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

( Fighting a need to hit something )

place: weasleys' wizard wheezes, september 1999, kingsley shacklebolt, bill weasley

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rar_kingsley February 17 2009, 16:39:45 UTC

The insistent hooting of an owl woke Kingsley from a deep sleep. He almost didn't realise that he wasn't just dreaming it. Back in his days with the Order, it wouldn't have been so unusual to get a letter in the middle of the night--hell, any time day or night--but now...well, one of the advantages of being the Minister was that he wasn't usually bothered at odd hours unless it was urgent. It was only that thought, that it might be urgent, that pulled him out of his mostly-asleep state.

He had to read through the letter a full three times before it actually registered what he was reading. George's shop burned down. Dropping the flyer on the bed, he quickly dressed in the first pieces of clothing that came out of his drawers, then grabbed the letter again and headed into his office. He pulled a few pieces of parchment from his desk, then dashed off a couple of quick letters without even bothering to sit down. Even without being the Minister, he knew most of the best on a first-name basis--they would come ( ... )

rar_bill February 17 2009, 16:40:34 UTC

This was bloody pointless.

All he could do was stand around while everyone else did things. People were waking up to come and stare, too, which was so fucking frustrating that he could scream. Didn't they have better things to do than come and gawk at someone else's misfortune? He couldn't leave, though. Not until he had some answers. He didn't want to go home until he knew something.

When he heard his name, he turned and glared, relaxing slightly when he saw Kingsley coming towards him through the gathering crowd. "You didn't have to come down," he said in way of greeting. "Wouldn't want to be accused of causing the Minister of Magic to fall asleep at work tomorrow."

rar_kingsley February 17 2009, 16:41:15 UTC

"Didn't have to come down my arse," Kingsley said, clamping a hand on Bill's shoulder. "Don't even think about it another second."

His eyes shifted back to the building for a moment before he said, "George is all right? And Lee?" He had assumed as much, based on the tone of the owl, but now that he was seeing everything, that question seemed to be the most important one. As soon as the words were out, though, he realised that there was no possible way they were all right, and so he amended, "They're not hurt, are they?"

rar_bill February 17 2009, 16:43:01 UTC

"Better watch out or the Prophet'll be printing that the respected Minister is wandering around Diagon using curse words," he warned, glad to see his old friend even if it was the first time in longer than he could remember. And it had to be over something like this, which was even worse.

"Glad you're here, mate," he muttered before he looked back at the building. When Kingsley asked if George and Lee were alright, he snorted. The next question, he could answer honestly. "They're not hurt. Fortunately, they were away when it happened. No one was in the shop."

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