RP: Auld Lang Syne...
Date: 31 December, 1999, a few minutes before midnight.
Characters: George Weasley
Location: Fred's place
Status: Private
Summary: George measures another year.
Completion: Complete
"Another year..." George sat down on the damp grass, then pulled a small bundle out of his jacket pocket. "I don't remember what I said last year. Maybe that's good..."
He unwrapped the twist of handkerchief, pulling a small bottle of champagne free. "In two minutes. What can I say in two minutes that's going to mean anything?"
He pulled the brightly coloured rocket from the fabric, twisting its stick into the ground. "Nothing, that's what. It's what I say from now on that matters."
He popped the stopper from the champagne, ignoring the foam that surged from the neck and over his hand. "It's what I do from now on." He took a deep drink from the bottle, then shook Fred's wand free of his sleeve.
"Because you know that I love you. And that I miss you. But now? I'm living for you, by living for me." He touched the fuse on Fred's last rocket with the tip of his wand as the secondhand on his watch touched the twelve.
George sat back against the marble of his brother's headstone with the champagne, watching Fred's final fireworks light up the sky.
"Happy New Year..."
Characters: George Weasley
Location: Fred's place
Status: Private
Summary: George measures another year.
Completion: Complete
"Another year..." George sat down on the damp grass, then pulled a small bundle out of his jacket pocket. "I don't remember what I said last year. Maybe that's good..."
He unwrapped the twist of handkerchief, pulling a small bottle of champagne free. "In two minutes. What can I say in two minutes that's going to mean anything?"
He pulled the brightly coloured rocket from the fabric, twisting its stick into the ground. "Nothing, that's what. It's what I say from now on that matters."
He popped the stopper from the champagne, ignoring the foam that surged from the neck and over his hand. "It's what I do from now on." He took a deep drink from the bottle, then shook Fred's wand free of his sleeve.
"Because you know that I love you. And that I miss you. But now? I'm living for you, by living for me." He touched the fuse on Fred's last rocket with the tip of his wand as the secondhand on his watch touched the twelve.
George sat back against the marble of his brother's headstone with the champagne, watching Fred's final fireworks light up the sky.
"Happy New Year..."