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Post by destiny on Sept 28, 2010 13:02:57 GMT 10
 heart don't fail me now courage don't desert meDON'T TURN BACK NOW THAT WE'RE HERE -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --It was just another day as far as Katie Bell was concerned. The typical rain that came with an English summer had finally subsided, allowing the ground to slowly begin the process of drying out as the sun attempted to make its appearance from behind the massive clouds that were creeping their way along. And already there were signs of people beginning to dot the streets again, umbrellas in hand just in case the skies decided that they were not yet finished with dumping the massive amounts of water on their otherwise unsuspecting heads. But for Katie, this was routine. Her shift at the library had ended only a short while before, about ten minutes actually, and upon seeing the rain come down in sheets as it had, Katie had decided to delay her departure for just a little while. She hadn't been one of the smarter ones to bring an umbrella, and getting soaked to the bone was not exactly her ideal way to end a shift.
So she had settled in with a book that she had selected from the shelves, ensuring that it would appear in the system as being borrowed by her before she planted herself at a nearby table and began to read. Only after she had finished the first four chapters did she look up again to notice that there was no longer the pitter patter against the roof of the building. Things had calmed down, and as she closed her book up, Katie decided to take the chance. It wasn't all that far to walk from the library to her appartment, a tiny little place that she kept for herself. And since there was no roommate to worry about, the place was fairly clean as well, always ready for the unexpected co-worker who followed her home at the end of the day.
A quick glance around told her that if she was quick, she might avoid an unwanted guest in the form of her boss, which prompted the young woman to hurry her way down the steps that lead to the outside of the building. Once there, she was home free! Smiling brightly, Katie made her way down the street, holding her book under her arm as she looked around her at the sights there were to see on a London street. Umbrellas were held under the arms of adults, some holding to the hands of small children that were dressed in their rain gear and eagerly attempting to jump into puddles along the way. She couldn't help but giggle as she saw parents tugging their children forward in an attempt to keep them both dry, remembering her own childhood of splashing in puddles and running through the damp leaves of the trees.
But she was so distracted in watching the people around her that Katie took no notice of the other people walking toward her on the sidewalk, until she felt her shoulder bump against someone elses. Her grip on her book was quickly lost as it tumbled to the ground, narrowly missing a puddle that sat just ahead of where she was standing. And on instinct, Katie fell down to her knee in order to collect the book, gently brushing the dirt from the cover.
"I'm so sorry," she said quickly, not yet looking up at the person she had just run into. "I wasn't paying attention. I didn't hurt you did I?"
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Post by george on Sept 30, 2010 14:10:24 GMT 10
When George had initially left his flat, it was merely cloudy with the sun peeking out from behind them every now and then. He had decided to venture into Muggle London just to see if he could find some Muggle jokeshop to see what kinds of things they had. Although the Muggle section of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes wasn't the most popular of the lot, it at least gave George something to do as he had been feeling rather down that day. Ginny had just recently come to visit, and something in the way she had said something or another had strongly reminded George of Fred - although it was a much weaker reminder than whenever he looked in a mirror.
By the time George had rounded the second corner on his journey, the heavens opened up and he began to get absolutely drenched. For fear of being seen, he didn't bother creating some sort of barrier between him and the rain. In fact, the rain felt oddly refreshing, despite the fact it wasn't an overly warm day. He merely pulled his jacket closer around himself and continued onward, ignoring the ginger hair that was not stuck to his forehead.
George continued walking for what felt like forever. It didn't take him long to forget what he had came for in the first place. All he could focus on was the rain falling on him, and how it looked like a barrage of brollies were around him and he was the only one going without. His shoes squeaked with every step; not that he could hear it over the sounds of rain and cars as they splashed by. He really didn't mind the rain and never had. He used to joke that it was like a free shower. Even still he wasn't too concerned. However, when the rain began to dissipate was when George realized how cold he truly was.
George looked over his shoulder at the signpost to check to see what street he was on in hopes of recognizing it and knowing a place where he could pop in to magically dry himself with a spell he knew that emitted hot steam from his wand. Unluckily, he didn't know where he was, and on top of everything, his shoulder bumped rather hard into someone else's... someone who was clearly shorter than he.
At first George believed that he had knocked her over, but then became aware that she was retrieving her book. He was about to apologize when he recognized the voice that came from her... but he was in Muggle London, so it couldn't be... he didn't know many witches or wizards who willingly wandered into Muggle London for seemingly no reason. In fact, he was surprised that he had even recognized her voice in the first place as it had been two years since he had last spoken to her. However, in that instant it was like no time had passed at all.
"I think you should know by now that even a Bludger hitting me wouldn't hurt me," George joked as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, feeling strangely awkward. He flipped the bit of fringe that was dripping rainwater into his eyes. He felt even colder than before, but tried to ignore it. He stared down determinedly at the girl he assumed was Katie Bell. He knew that if it was just some Muggle, he could just claim he thought she was someone else (which was true) and she probably wouldn't even have paid attention to what he had said.
The reason why George felt so immensely awkward was because Katie was one of the many who he had drew away from after Fred's death. He knew Katie would have been completely distraught about Fred's death - many people were - but at the time George had barely even wanted to spend time with family. He touched the scruff on his face self-consciously. It was true... even though he was going out more, he still seldom took care of his appearance, and now more than ever he was extremely aware of it.
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Post by destiny on Oct 1, 2010 6:13:19 GMT 10
heart don't fail me now courage don't desert meDON'T TURN BACK NOW THAT WE'RE HERE -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- It wasn't too badly marked from the fall, and the plastic covering over the dustcover prevented major damage from occuring. A soft sigh of relief sounded from her lips as she pushed off the last of the water, drying it with her sleeve. Knowing that the book was virtually unharmed from its tumble down to the pavement was reassuring to Katie, who knew that she wouldn't have to pay for the damages or explain to another member of the library staff that she had hurt one of their precious books by letting it out of her hands when she had bumped into another person. Margaret wouldn't be as understanding as some others, especially since Katie and one of the other girls were fairly certain that Margaret slept with a book every night.
But her attentions snapped upward when she heard a familiar voice reach her ears, one that she hadn't heard since the battle at Hogwarts. It was a memory that she tried to suppress, between the mention of the bludger and the small chuckle of amusement that accompanied the words as her dark eyes slowly lifted from the ground and up toward the face of the scruffy red head before her. "George..." It sounded like more of a whisper now that she thought about it, a frightened murmur of a name that felt more like a ghost then anything else. It had been far too long since she had last seen him, and although a part of her wanted to smile, another was demanding that she run as far and fast in the other direction was possible.
Instead she remained where she was, swallowing the lump that began to form in her throat while she slowly rise back to her feet. Her chest tightened, making it a little harder to breathe as she came to realize that it really was George Weasley, a face so familiar that he could easily be mistaken for his deceased twin Fred. There again was the pain in her chest as she tried to push away the violent memories of his death, having been witness to the massacre that had happened that day. Angelina had lost a love, George had lost a brother, Katie had lost a friend...it was all a painful dream that she was working her way out of. But to see George again after having spent so much time in the Muggle world? That wasn't exactly the top on her list of things to do.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a hush tone, almost afraid that someone might overhear them on the otherwise empty street. "I mean...this isn't....you're not..."
Unable to form a coherent sentence, Katie quickly closed her mouth and settled for the swarming of mental thoughts instead. If he didn't remember what an idiot she had been when they were children, then perhaps this would serve as a reminder. The awkward muggleborn who had come to Hogwarts not knowing anything, the girl who had kept her peace during their later years. And to think, after almost three years, this was the very first time that Katie had really thought back to her days in Hogwarts, when she had been a witch and therefore different from the people who she associated with on a daily basis. Her wand had been stored away, her broomstick hidden from sight and mind, and yet here was something she couldn't just throw off to the side like a piece of junk.
He had been a friend, and that was almost worse.
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