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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 17:19:32 GMT
*she touched his arm, which was trembling, smiling at him*
It's alright. We don't have to. We can talk about anything.
*she wanted to comfort him, she could tell he was devastated and it broke her heart to see him like that*
So what are the famous twins up to these days?
*she tried to change the subject to make him feel better, hoping that he would talk to her about his problems when he felt ready*
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Post by george on Jul 7, 2007 17:24:57 GMT
He smiled lightly at her accepting of his heart break. But his eyes caught her hand which was holding onto his arm. It was, strange? The warmth he felt...it wasn't just because he was cold. No this was something else. He had felt warm with Pansy, but this was a different heat. He couldn't quite explain it. But it felt, nice.
Looking up into her eyes, he was captivated by them. But only for half a minute, and then he cleared his throat, his face a bit pinker then before, "Um, well..we've been working on a new product...nothing special or anything...just more pranks..." Finally able to look back up at her, "You?"
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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 17:27:46 GMT
*she smiled, looking in his eyes, still holding onto his arm, not wanting to let go*
Me? I...I'm not doing much. I have a couple jobs, I still enjoy playing Quidditch.
*she wanted to do something to help him ease his pain, she would give anything to see that smile that she fell in love with in school*
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Post by george on Jul 7, 2007 17:35:31 GMT
"Still a quidditch player? I'm in love with the game myself." Laughing lightly, "When Fred and I visit home we play a round with Ron and Gin..." Thinking about it, he just wanted to get his thoughts off that heartbreaker. That woman that caused him so much trouble. Determined from this moment on he wouldn't let her destroy him. This wasn't like himself, not mourning. But inside he would be. he' d just ignore the heart ache. He wouldn't feel it. It hurt too much.
"Maybe you'd like to stop on by sometime then? Catch up on a game?" Just wanting conversation and hopes of a future.
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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 17:40:52 GMT
*her smile widened*
I would love to. I haven't been able to play in so long.
*she hopes that this would not be a one time invitation*
We should definately catch up...on everything. You're sure your family wouldn't mind me intruding on the game? I wouldn't want to be a bother.
*she blushed as all the old feelings she once had rushed back to her, looking at the man she had once had a crush on, now the feelings were even stronger*
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Post by george on Jul 7, 2007 17:43:41 GMT
Managing one of his all famous smiles, "Nah...if my family can welcome ferret's ex, then they'll just fall all over you. I bet Fred can't wait to catch up with you! Wait till he hears Ana is back in town." Chuckling a bit, he sighed, and then looked down at his hand, the ring he gave Pansy safely kept in his right fist. Having not uncurled since last night.
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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 17:46:58 GMT
*blushes as she sees him smile*
Ferret? You mean Malfoy? All this fuss is over that slytherin girl....Pansy? Merde!
*frowns at the thought of George and Pansy, noticing him looking at his fist*
What's that you have there?
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Post by george on Jul 7, 2007 17:49:08 GMT
Wincing at her name, when she acknowledged his hand, he looked back down upon his fist, "A broken promise" He whispered, unable to move his fingers. His fist as if stone, his body wouldn't let him look upon the thing that made him crack last night. It just wouldn't.
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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 17:53:47 GMT
*she smiled as she ran a hand down the side of his face, trying to comfort him the best she could right now*
George, it's alright. It's obvious you're hurting. I've been where you are. It just takes time, but you will get over her and you will find the one you truly should be with.
*she looked down at his fist as she moved her hand to his, trying to losen his grip a bit so she could see what was so hard for him to look at*
Please....
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Post by george on Jul 7, 2007 17:57:35 GMT
His body shook, his fist tightened, if it could stiffen anymore, his short nails were digging into his palm, some blood droplets managed to escape. But her soft plea, her gentle touch on his hand did the trick. As if a trigger the strength left his fingers and uncurled, revealing the silver diamond ring he had worked so hard to get for her. The symbol of his promise to never hurt her...her promise to never hurt him...he was surprised it was still in one piece. But looking at it, spotting it, his breath caught. He couldn't breathe, and his heart stopped for a moment. The pain that emminated from the jewel was causing his eyes to burn as tears began to fill them.
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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 18:02:36 GMT
*she lost her breath as he opened his hand to reveal this beautiful ring, then looked up at him noticing the look on his face. she quickly walked around the end of the bar and sat on a stool beside him*
George...I'm sorry.
*she ran a hand down his back, trying to make him relax a bit, her other hand on his arm, she wanted to just throw her arms around him and give him a big hug to help him forget about her*
Come, mon ami...sit at the table with me.
*she could feel tears in her eyes at his heartbreak, how could anyone hurt such a wonderful man*
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Post by george on Jul 7, 2007 18:05:27 GMT
Even at her request he couldn't seem to move.
When Pansy came in, told him she was in love with someone else. He had begged her to keep the ring, he couldn't live with himself if he kept it. But she threw it back to him anyway, knowing it would destroy him.
"I-I can't move" He whispered pathetically, a sob managing to escape his throat. He had promised himself this morning no more tears, seeing as he cried himself to sleep last night. He NEVER did that. But he couldn't control himself, the pain was to much.
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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 18:10:44 GMT
*she couldn't stand it anymore, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tight, whispering to him*
I'm so sorry George. I didn't know...
*she wanted so much to help him but she didn't know what to do. so many times she wanted to wrap her arms around him and now that she has, she was beginning to cry at his heartache that the slytherin had caused him*
She's not worth your heart George.
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Post by george on Jul 7, 2007 18:14:22 GMT
Her arms around him sent him into overdrive, again. The tears broke free from their icy prison and swam down his face in streams. He burried his face into her shoulder, and then he wrapped his arms around her. His fingers enclosing the ring again, he began to shake, "I-can't forget her..." He sobbed, "She told me she loved me..." Now he was starting to sound like a childish girl, but he didn't care, "I can't believe I was fooled" The king of tricks and pranks was beaten at his own game. Fred saw the deception, but George had been too blind to notice any of the sigsn.
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Post by Anastasia Bienvais on Jul 7, 2007 18:20:54 GMT
*she cried along with him, running her hands over his back, trying to comfort him. she'd never known either of the twins to cry about anything*
George, I know you won't forget her, but you will be able to move on and you'll find someone that really cares for you...that really loves you.
*she closed her eyes and said so softly that she didn't think anyone could hear*
Like me...
*she opened her eyes again wishing she could take his pain away, but she knew he had to deal with this eventually, better now than later*
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