Oooh yay a new reviewer! How exciting! Yes I do agree that chapter 4 was weird, I wrote it at 4 in the morning so I was kind of rushing and sort of forgot to make it believable but hey that's okay. XD
Disclaimer: Woot! I own 1 spell thing! Yaaaay! Nothing else though.
Chapter 5
Effects on Friends
"Hey George guess- You're leaving!?" Ginny demanded, sliding to a stop from her running down the hall, red hair swinging back and forth.
George, who was currently bent over putting something away in a box, flung his hair aside and looked up at Ginny. "I have a job you know."
"But… Now?" Ginny asked, clearly disappointed. George smiled and stood up, turning to face her.
"Aye. The shop's probably exploded by now, I haven't been there since it was safe to go to work. And I'm not saying now's any safer than then," George said.
"What do you mean?"
"You know how fidgety those sparklers get."
"But you can't seriously even consider leaving today! Most of our entire Quidditch team is here," Ginny protested. "I mean sure Wood had to leave but I was never on the same team as him anyway..."
"I'm not leaving today, Gin, I'm packing today," George corrected.
"Oh," Ginny said with a relieved smile. "Then get downstairs, everybody's up except you."
"I'm up," George protested, following Ginny out of his room, down the stairs and into the crowded living room. Annoyed at the stupid clock still, George glanced up at the wretched contraption. It still said Fred was home.
"Hey mate," Lee greeted, walking up to him. 'Yesterday was awesome, I'll never forget it." Shining awe reflected off Lee's face, he seemed overly impressed at the act George had issued. "I swear to God, every one of my descendents will hear about this."
"Keep talking like that and you won't ever have any descendents to rant to," George warned.
"Aww I know you would never kill me!" Lee said.
"Who said anything about killing?" George asked.
"You better leave my manhood alone, Weasley," Lee warned, backing up.
"Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?" Katie asked, eyes humored over her tear stained cheeks.
George flashed her a smile. "Yeah, wanna join in?"
"I won't stand the two of you doing that!" Lee said, not entirely getting the joke. Katie giggled, her face flushing slightly.
"Not today boys," She said before retreating back to the kitchen.
"That means it could still happen," George called after her with a wicked grin. Hopefully she knew he was kidding and wasn't angry. But than again Fred and George had always teased Katie this way, who said the teasing would stop just because now there was only one twin?
"I'm keeping my eyes on you two," Lee threatened, following Katie into the kitchen, walking backwards. George grinned, flinging his long hair out of his face. Lee's alert face turned to one of horror. "Wha… Your ear!" He pointed, stopping dead in his tracks.
"Oh that? Yeah, I'm holey, Lee," George said. "And it's rude to point at holey people."
"Ha! That's your most pathetic joke yet, Weasley," Lee said with a grin.
"Yet still you laugh," George retorted. He frowned slightly, remembering that night.
"I'm saint like," George said weakly, numbed by the pain and confused at the change of volume.
"What's wrong with him? Is there something wrong with his mind?" Fred asked in horror.
"I'm saint like. Holy. I'm holey Fred, geddit?" George grinned.
"Pathetic. Of all the ear related jokes in the world, you go with holey?" Fred demanded, George could tell he was relieved though. Just as relieved as George was when he saw his twin's face, unharmed by the Death Eaters.
"Yeah I have no idea why," Lee continued, breaking him from his thoughts.
"It's because I'm a Weasley twin," George said matter-of-factly. "You should know that by now. Hey where's Angelina?" He suddenly asked.
"Bathroom. For the past forty five minutes. Sounds like she's trying beat herself to death with the toilet paper roll," Lee said with a frown.
"Sounds typical for a girl who just loved the love of her life," George said.
"They broke up though, she was the one who ended it," Lee noted.
"That doesn't mean she stopped loving him," George said. "But never mind, I should go make sure she hasn't figured out how to drown herself in the bath." Lee just nodded.
George walked up the stairs to the first floor where the bathroom was. When he walked up to the door he could hear hard sobbing inside. Concerned, he knocked on the door.
"Oi, Angelina?" George asked gently. There was no answer, but from the sounds of it the sobs were being stifled. George sighed and pulled out his wand. "I'm coming in…" He waved his wand at the lock, nonverbally thinking of the spell, Alohamora. His eyes widened at the sight he saw when the door opened. Blood streaked the white floor, dark red and mixed with tears.
"Angelina!" George exclaimed, rushing inside. Behind the door, against the wall, was Angelina, hugging her knees, averting her eyes, as discolored as a ghost but breathing. George ran up to her and grabbed her hands. He pulled them away from her and turned them up. Thin red lines with blood dripping over the edges, scars on her sturdy Quidditch wrists. "Shit," George swore loudly, rushing to the mirror, he threw it open and grabbed the bandage roll normally meant for sprains or large wounds, setting his wand on the counter. He gently but firmly wrapped a bandage around each of her wrists, doing her best to ignore her sobs.
"I-I'm sorry I'm so-so weak…" She said shakily. "I loved him so much- I-I-"
"Calm down, it's okay," George said, as gently and as tenderly as his frightened spirit would allow. His heart was jumping painfully at the indirect mention of his brother. He knew that his hands where shaking as he finished up wrapping the last wrist. "Why'd you do this?" He asked, extending his hand.
"I don't even kn-know," Angelina said, trembling as she took his hand. George pulled her up and led her out of the bathroom.
"Wait here," he told her, leaving her standing in the hallway, rubbing her arm, her lips as thin as string on her face.
George took his wand and waved it at all the blood. He couldn't believe how much there was… He was just glad Angelina was still conscious… and alive… The blood vanished, leaving a floor that sparkled innocently. George put the bandages away and pocketed his wand.
"I'm so sorry George," Angelina said, her voice weak but gaining confidence. "I know I'm not helping at all…"
"Hey, I don't care about that, I'm just glad I caught you," George said, putting a reassuring arm around her shoulders. She swayed slightly. "Come on you're barely standing, you need sleep."
"George? Angelina?" Katie asked, walking down the hall.
"Hey Katie?" George asked as she turned the sharp corner.
"What happened?" Katie demanded, rushing over to her friend.
"It doesn't matter, can you put her in Ginny's room for me?" George asked.
"Yeah sure, where is it?" Katie asked, flinging her black hair out of her face and hugging her old Quidditch captain and friend around the shoulders.
George let go of Angelina before explaining, "Top floor, first room to the left of the stairs." Katie simply nodded before helping Angelina up the stairs, soothing her with whispers that George couldn't hear, even with his one ear in perfect shape. (A/N I said somthing sarcastic, yay!)
George headed back down to the living room, head buzzing with disbelief. He had known Angelina as a tough friend and a brutally determined Captain, not as a helpless girl who hurts herself as a distraction of inner pain.
Lee Jordan smiled at him when he noticed his return. "So what was the problem? I'm telling you now I won't be responsible for any of the toilet paper rolls she's ruined…"
"Man, you got it all wrong she-" George stopped himself, aware of all the curious side glances and ears facing his direction. "Keep and eye on her," he whispered into his friend's ear.
"What? Why?" Lee asked, his smile vanishing.
"She'll tell you if she wants too," George said. Which she probably won't… Even if she needs to. Maybe I should just tell Lee what happened?
"Why don't you just tell me now?" Lee asked.
"All right, go to Ginny's room, you'll find Katie and Angelina there," George said, jerking his head towards the stairs, strands of red swinging in front of his vision.
"Huh?" Lee asked, walking up the stairs. He threw one last questioning look before vanishing from sight around the corner.
"Ginny dear, please set the table," Mrs. Weasley told her only daughter.
"Aww mum I did it last night!" Ginny complained.
"Don't you dare try and pull that off again," George warned, hiding his shakes and walking into the kitchen. Ginny stuck her tongue out at him before snatching up the floating plates and silverware and darting to the nearby table. George grinned after her before turning to his mother. "Anything I can help you with?"
"Everything's covered, George," Mrs. Weasley assured him. George highly doubted that but he didn't argue.
"Angelina's using Ginny's room right now," George explained, leaning against the kitchen wall and folding his arms across his chest.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley asked, stirring some onion soup with a levitating ladle.
"She needed some sleep," George explained. Normally he kept secrets from his mom, but this time he felt like it was something she needed to know. He wouldn't tell her of the wounds Angelina bestowed upon herself, however.
"Goodness, why?" Mrs. Wesley asked, turning her full attention to George. "Is everything all right with her?"
"You are aware that she loved Fred, right?" George asked suddenly, lowering his voice. Mrs. Weasley seemed to freeze, face set in a contemplating frown.
"I had no idea," Mrs. Weasley said thoughtfully. "Are you suggesting I should talk to her?"
"No, you better not. Lee and Katie are with her anyway," George said, "I just thought you should know. I'm not entirely sure why to be honest, but you know I've never really been one hundred percent sure about everything, right mom?" He flashed a grin, remembered all the test subjects gone wrong.
"Don't you remind me," Mrs. Weasley scolded, waving a finger at him. The ladle copied her movements before turning it's attention back to the soup. "You wanted to talk to Percy right? I believe he's free now."
"When'd I mention that?" George said to himself, walking over to the blazing fire where everyone was talking. "Hey Perce!" He said over everyone. Percy looked up from a conversation he was having with Mr. Weasley.
"Excuse me father, sorry. Yeah George?" He asked, walking over to him. He was dressed in a brown suit with a brown and orange plaid tie.
"Nice tie," George said with a grin.
Percy gave and exasperated sigh, but George swore he saw the corner's of his mouth twitch just a little. "Dad got it for me, I'm supposed to meet someone from the Ministry of Muggles or something," Percy explained.
"I don't think they call it that, Perce," George said.
"Well I don't really care much for the formal name…"
"Seriously?" George asked, his eyes widening. "There's something formal you don't care about?"
"Ha ha, yes there is. Now did you want to ask me about something?"
"Oh well I was wondering…" George thought for a moment, wondering how to ask the question he so desperately needed to ask. "Oh it doesn't matter, I can ask Ronnie since you seem to be in a hurry. When are you leaving anyway?"
"Right after breakfast," Percy said, sounding a little curious and disappointed.
"Well don't eat any butter rolls," George warned.
"Why?" Percy asked suspiciously.
"They're explosive," George said with a wink. Before Percy could reply George flashed a final grin to everyone before retreated up the stairs as an angry yell could be heard from the kitchen.
Well George is still at it, it seems. Ugh I keep writing Fred instead of George and when I realize it I get all sad.
