think of me [george]

[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

She wished she had brought her jacket as she crossed her arms in front of her chest while leaving Malfoy Manor, waiting until she reached the gates to Apparate, turning on the spot in a swift motion and appearing in front of Flourish and Blotts, letting out the breath that she had been holding. It was a little chilly as the streets were still damp from the rain earlier that morning and Constance was still a little sore from getting knocked onto her back the day before, and when she moved her shoulders more than a few inches, the knot just above her tattoo became crystal clear. It hadn’t been exactly a wonderful week, but she had a day off the next day, and she just needed to see his face, even if for a few minutes. She needed him to make her smile.

Constance headed towards Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes with a simple pace that wouldn’t make her ache, but it would still keep her heart from speeding up even more as she thought about one of her favorite people in the world, George Weasley. While she still was a little hurt from their break up, Constance knew he needed people there for him and that was why, even if he protested, she was going to visit him – and she had made dinner, which was currently stored in her bag in containers that had enough spells holding it at the perfect temperature; and unlike her housemates who preferred using the labor of house elves, Constance had made the Whiskey Crab soup by herself.

She hesitated upon stepping up to the shop, placing her hand on the door as if reconsidering it and let out another rather large breath, tucking a few strands of short brown hair behind her ear and stepped inside, looking around curiously for the tall, red-haired male that she’d fallen for. “George?” Constance called out, keeping her hand on her bag as she walked around, passing Verity with a short nod of her head in greeting. Upon coming across the pygmy puffs, she smiled lightly and gave a small sigh, watching the little balls of fur rolling around and squeak. She’d always found them so adorable.

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[George Fabian Weasley]

The day had been long and tiring. From the demands of the customers, to the constant declining to join his parents for dinner that night. Of course George loved both his customers and his parents more than anything it was starting to get a bit over whelming having to constantly deal with both of them at the same time. Perhaps it would be wise to start searching for extra help. What with Ron now training to become an Auror the youngest male’s schedule seemed to dwindle. He was sure that Poor Verity would enjoy a day or two off with the way he had been working her. ‘Perhaps a couple of House Elves will do nicely. At least they will be able to answer Mum when she comes calling every fifteen minutes.’ He thought to himself with a small chuckle as he waved the last of the customers out of the door.

“Verity if you just want to get the place tidied up a bit you may leave after that. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stated as he gave his trusted employee a small wink as he made his way towards the back of the shop. “If you need anything I’ll be in the Office.” He called out behind him before coming to a lone door at the back. Crossing into the small room he sat himself down at the desk to the right of the room with a heavy sigh. His gaze ventured over to the desk that sat opposite of his. Despite not being used in over three years the desk was kept clean with objects strewn about. With a small smile he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a single glass cup and a bottle of Fire Whiskey. Pouring himself a glass he set the bottle down before raising the small glass to the empty desk. “Another successful day Mate.”

George completed his toast by drowning the Fire Whiskey before pouring a second glass. With a second sigh he reached over and began to finish his day off by completing the statistics of which products where selling best this time. While he was at it he figured he could also complete the inventory for the week.

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As Verity finished sorting out the Canary Creams from the Edible Dark marks when she heard the door open. Arching a brow she was about to call out to the customer to inform them that they were closed however she stopped upon hearing a female voice calling out for George. Making her way over to the door she noticed George’s Ex-Girlfriend and smiled softly at her. Verity gave George a few moments before deciding that the Male hadn’t heard his name being called out. Stepping forward slightly she addressed Constance with a smile. “Mr. Weasley is in the back office. Probably has his door closed again, he prefers to work that way.” She said as she made her way to the front register and grabbed her belongings. “Just lock the door before you leave will you?” She called out before departing the shop.

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

Upon lifting her head to smile warmly in return to Verity after she decided to return during school hours to get one for Alice as an early birthday gift, Constance tucked her hair behind her ear once more. “Thank you, I figured he’d need someone to feed him,”

[/b] She patted her bag before Verity disappeared, and the brunette went back to the front of the store, stopping in a rather startled fashion before nodding her head gently, “I’ll do it right now, just Apparate out later or make him lock it behind me. Have a nice night!”[/b] Constance called out in return, and then closed up the shop before heading to the back of the store where the office was.

She’d done this a few times while they had been together, mainly to keep her mind off of the Malfoy’s after Dumbledore’s funeral, but also because she had liked surprising the man, loved seeing him smile or just seem to start expecting her randomly. At the sight of a shut door, Constance frowned. “Maybe, it wasn’t a good idea… But her arm seemed to act upon its own accord and she gave three simple rap with her knuckles before turning the door knob and peeking inside, behind the lense of her glasses. Soft waves framed her face as she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her as she leaned into her. Her outfit was Slytherin-ish with her green jersey shirt that had its sleeve rolled up a little bit below her elbows and her low rise skinny jeans.“Drinking before dinner? Now that cannot be healthy.” She scolded him in a playful fashion.

Constance gently grasped her locket, sliding it behind her shirt after a few moments before smiling, “Verity left, I’ve always liked her. I brought food, because I know how working can get and I know how you can get.” The brunette carefully removed her messenger bag, setting it carefully down beside her feet. She wore a gentle, sweet smelling vanilla perfume, her nails painted a darker shade than her shirt. She stayed right by the door, a little too surprised that he hadn’t cleared out Fred’s desk, the sight a little painful to see because it told her that he didn’t want to move on. Constance had seen it happen to her mother, Artesia refusing to pack up Jackson’s things when the girl had been twelve. It always seemed to be a habit of others.

“How have you been, handsome?”[/b] She looked him over, pleased that he hadn’t been starving himself or been avoiding the sunlight – she still had the memory of seeing it in her mother after her father’s death, as well as Draco’s converting to the Death Eaters – and she found her gaze lingering on his ear. While it had shocked her bad enough to the fact she fainted when she found out about it, Constance had grown that she rather liked it and the silly little jokes that came along with the change. After a few moments, she went to stand by him near the wall, but enough to give him space if he’d like it.
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[George Fabian Weasley]

The second glass of Fire Whiskey that he had poured himself was now about half way gone. The ginger would pause momentarily to take a sip before continuing his work. He hadn’t been excepting three light raps on the door nor for it to open before he had the chance to glance up from his paperwork. It was rather odd for Verity to come knocking before she left. So instead when it was Constance instead of Verity entering his door a small look of surprise crossed over his features. George had been resting his left check in the palm of his hand while he scribbled away on a piece of parchment with his very own self-inking Quill.

He couldn’t help the small smirk that spread over his features as she ‘scolded’ him for drinking. “Little bit of Whiskey keeps me lookin’ young. ‘Sides how would you know if I had dinner or not?” He asked with a small chuckle as he sat up straight in his chair as his left hand dropped to gently grasp his glass of Whiskey. “I could have eaten some candy for dinner.” As he sat back in his chair he quickly took in her appearance. Being from Gryffindor George really didn’t like anything that had to deal with the color green. However it seemed that he could never find a reason to object the color when Connie wore it. He himself was wearing a red checked patterned long sleeved shirt with the top two buttons undone to reveal a white undershirt. “Verity is an angel.” He said with a small smile before arching a ginger brow with an amused look on his face. “The way I get? What are you trying to say Love?” He asked with another small chuckle.

George paused slightly at Connie’s question. He’d been getting a lot of that question over the last few years. “Been keeping busy.” He reckoned that was his safest answer to give at least safer to his real answer. Which would have gone along the lines of ‘Shop’s goin’ just as strong, however I spend my evenings staring at my brothers room’. “What about yourself? How’s the life of a Hit Witch? They keeping you with the long hours as Harry?” He asked as he turned slightly to keep his gaze upon her as she stood at his side. He made a small wave of his hand to bid her to come closer towards him.

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

The surprise had been worth it, and she smiled a bit to hide the frown that wanted to cross her features. “Had I really not visited him in that long…?” She ignored the thought as she rolled her eyes at his response, “You’re twenty-three. You don’t have to worry about your looks,” She sighed softly, shaking her head. “Trust me when I say that.” Her only instinct was to scoff softly at eating candy for dinner, and collected her bag, removing one of the bowls and moved to place it in front of him along with a spoon.
“Please eat something healthy, and home cooked. I’ve talked to your mum, it’ll make us both feel better and if it helps, it’s Whiskey Crab soup..”

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Before moving back, she placed a kiss to his cheek in greeting, never really wanting to break that habit. Leaning back against the wall, she crossed her arms behind her back after setting her bag back on the floor. Constance knew how irritating it could be for people to tell others to move on, how upsetting it would be, but she also knew how hard it was on the living. She wondered if he left Fred’s room the way it had been. "You can space out and lose track of time." She answered quietly.

Just as observant as always, she noticed he still had to pause when answering how he’s been. While she could see he seemed to accept his brother’s death and move on to day-to-day activities it made her want to tear up. Her own reaction had been strange enough, even after she’d realized that it had been him and not George, like she had initially thought, that died. She missed him. "Same here, pretty much… no, my hours are actually a little bit longer than Harry’s. Removing the Dementors… made breaking out unfortunately a lot easier."[/b] As he waved his hand, she moved to a more clearer space at his desk, leaning into it partially.

“It keeps me sane. I don’t let Draco live down his past, and his father hates me, so I’m beginning to search for a place to live other than Malfoy Manor."[/b] She lightly picked at her nails, not remembering if she had ever told him where she’d been living. "Rent’s not a problem, it’s finding a roommate that isn’t a muggle. I’ve got a promising one, although I really hope the agent doesn’t believe I root for the other team."



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[George Fabian Weasley]

He let out a small laugh when she mentioned his age and not needing to worry about his looks. That was always a nice boost to any blokes ego, having a lovely young lady comment on not needing to worry about their looks. Although she could always mean it in a not so endearing way. “Well now Connie if that's how you say I look devilishly handsome I bow to you.” He stated with a mock bow from his sitting position in his chair. He arched a ginger brow when Constance mentioned eating healthy and home cooked meals. He was about to open his mouth to comment however stopped upon hearing that she had spoken with his mother. He rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he brought his left hand to massage his brows.

“She needs to stop worrying so much. I swear she didn't give Bill nor Charlie this much hassle.” He muttered aggravation evident in his voice. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been calling him every fifteen minutes or so. Of course he knew why this was happening but sometimes it felt like everyone was clinging too much. Leaning forward he took the spoon that Constance had laid out before him and began to slowly eat the Soup. It was rather delicious and he was grateful to having a n actual meal rather than whatever he probably would have savaged together. When she quietly answered his question he wasn't sure if he wanted to make a comment back. He glanced up slightly staring at the empty desk across from him. “Well...sometimes a few thoughts come to mind....nothing abnormal.” He stated before tilting his head to stare up at Constance.

At the mention of Draco a scrowl stretched itself over his face. In fact it probably could match the young blond at question. “I still don't see how you can stand them. Nothing but slimy gits the whole lot of'em.” He stated as he spooned a large mouthful of the soup. If George stated that he wouldn't be pleased to see that entire family locked up in Azkaban with the rest of the Death Eaters he would be lying. In fact he would jump for joy and make a large donation to which ever witch or wizard was responsible for putting them there. Upon hearing her stating that she had found a new roommate he was ecstatic. Yet when she followed that up with the comment of 'rooting for the other team' he choked slightly on his soup. “Rooting for the other team? Does she go that way?”

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

At his statement, Constance rolled her eyes. It couldn't be avoided, especially from her. Once he was done laughing, she found herself gazing at him from the corner of her eyes, studying his features, the twinkle in his eye and inwardly sighed. "We both know that my views on how you look will never change." And that was truly honest, nothing had changed much, perhaps but stronger emotions and a rather annoying sense of patience. Automatically, Constance went to his side as she could see that he wanted to make a response and then let out a sigh; she gently put her arm around his shoulders, taking a light seat on the arm of his chair. "She's your mother, she's going to worry, George. And no, she did not guilt me into coming here. It was completely by my free will.."

At the aggravation being evident, she frowned. "Their twin brother didn't die, and they aren't clinging to his memory." She thought and smiled gently as he moved, her arm slipping from his shoulders but she remained near him. "If you'd like, I could bring you something every once in a while. My days have gotten slightly flexible and I don't really do anything on my days off." As the light silence fell upon them, she pulled gently on her hair from habit and began softly humming a song. "I expected so... I'd hope you wouldn't think dangerous thoughts."

[/b] "He wonders the same about you all the time and I'll give you the same response, I don't care about a person cruelly unless they treat me right. Draco has never went back on his word," Constance moved a piece of hair off his shoulder, blinking. "He doesn't even care that I'm a blood traitor, or how I still so deeply about your family."[/b] She really hated the way they reacted about each other, but she watched him with a relaxed expression.

"Technically I'm a slimy git too, handsome. Slytherin accepts the cunning."[/b] She frowned, "I wish you could see that this hate is absolutely pointless. Lucius Malfoy is the only one I do not get along with. Narcissa is rather decent."[/b] Nothing had changed in that department. Constance only sighed, and then she shifted to adjust her balance, using him as a way not to fall off. She ran her fingers through her hair, crinkling her nose as she came across a tangle before she managed to fix it. There were times she missed her long hair, but keeping it short for work was easier. She used to hate washing it after Quidditch. Constance set her hand on his back, rubbing it with her eyes showing complete concern as she heard him choke. "Don't know, I haven't met her. I think her first name is Riley... can't remember the last." She softly brushed her nails against his back in a motion of affection. "If she does," She replied quietly, "I'll have to decline for several reasons."[/b]


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[George Fabian Weasley]

He shrugged his shoulders lightly at the compliment. “What can I say it truly is a shame to be this handsome. Tis a shame that my brothers all got the short end of the stick...” He paused slightly as something crossed his mind. “Except for Bill....an I only say that 'cause he got the pretty French girl...” He then quickly turned towards the girl beside him. “You were prettier than those other French girls, except for Fleur...however she's part Veela so it doesn't count.” He stated with another small shrug of his shoulders. However he would be lying if he said there weren't lots of pretty girls at his brother's wedding. He had, with permission of his girlfriend of course, gone to flirt with them along side of Fred. However Fred had won the unspoken competition with the most flirting that night.

Yes all mother's had the right to worry about their children. It was an unspoken rule that they were allowed that privilege. Yet the constant worry was different and partly unwelcomed. After all what twenty three year old man would want his mother to constantly fuss over them? Growing up Fred and himself had made it clear that they didn't need any fussing over. Although that was the problem. Back then it had been Fred and himself...now he was just George. “I don't need her to worry. If she wants to worry that's what Ron is around for. What I need is...” Once again he trailed off with another sigh. What he would like to say was that he needed Fred. Yet he knew that wouldn't help his cause at all. “...I just need everyone to just let me do things my way. I've always done things my way...there's no point in changin' that now.”

He mulled over the thought of Connie coming over more often. He would like to see her more but then he also didn't want her coming over to take care of him. “I don't want to be a bother. I'm sure you'd enjoy just a day or so to do nothing.” A small smirk spread over his features at her statement. “I think the only dangerous thought I've had lately was whether or not I wanted to contact Mundungus for some ingredients. Bloke has a way of acquiring ingredients that are otherwise....difficult.” Merlin knew that if Molly ever got wind that he was planning on dealing with the shady wizard she would murder him. That and he would also like to keep his remaining ear, and Merlin knew she would send him enough Howlers to go deaf.

“No you're not a slimy git. Slimy git's don't order their 'friends' ,and I use that term loosely with him, around. Nor do they make others do their work for them.” He said as he took a small pause from the Whiskey Crab soup. “That's all the Malfoy's do...that and their stupid blood purity.” He said between another mouthful of the soup. “I'll tell you what Connie...just for you...if the git stops sneering at my family...then I'll play nice.” He stated with a shrug of his shoulder. However he knew, and he was sure she did as well, that Harry had a better chance of becoming a Dark Wizard before the Malfoy's would change their ways. “You should try this...it's delicious.” He stated with a small smile as he held the spoon out with the pooling liquid.

Riley...the name sounded familiar however he couldn't place where he had heard the name before. Then again she could be from somewhere else. “I would look into finding out more 'bout her before movin' in. Shame if something were to go wrong.” he said lightly as he glanced up at her. “You're more than welcome to come over whenever you want...just give me ten minutes notice so I can clean up a bit though.” He said with a small smile.

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

She rolled her eyes lightly as his comment before her face went a light soft red. “I’ve always been better looking than the others in my house, so I’m not offended if you think that the other girls were prettier than me.” Constance felt her hand move to the back of his neck as she smiled down at him, “Even if I wasn’t pretty, I had you so I didn’t care.” At that statement, she blushed once again and retracted her hand and set it on her lap. It was a subconscious hint, but she didn’t figure he would nice much. Constance’s soft blue eyes ran over the man’s features once more before she took a small deep breath, reaching up to run a few fingers through her hair before stretching her legs out. She was slightly chilly earlier, but it helped that George seemed to project heat.

Listening to his explanation of not needing Mrs. Weasley to worry, Constance only frowned, considering the options of what she could say and how she could get out of saying his brother’s name. The brunette rolled her eyes gently, and frowned. “Geo, I know how you’re feeling and don’t tell me that I don’t because I lost my parents within a three year span of each other…” She shifted uncomfortably, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, “You used to tell me how she was always worrying about you and wanting to protect you, how she fought against you joining the Order. Your mother hasn’t changed her views on anything from what I’ve heard from everyone else.”

[/b] It was a little odd for Constance to defend the woman so easily, especially seeing they had never gotten along at first. When she had talked to Arthur, she could see that his parents were a little less pained by it, but for some reason, they still saw Fred when they looked at the man.

The woman rolled her eyes once more at the fact he said he didn’t want to be a bother, “George, you aren’t a bother. In all honesty, I’m more relaxed with you than I am with the others.” She smiled softly, but understood the unspoken meaning. “I could make you something large and you can freeze it, then eat it whenever you’d like.” Constance tucked some hair behind her ear, a sensitive motion that showed whenever she was really concerned. She did it unconsciously, mainly because she didn’t like the feeling of her hair brushing against her skin. It reminded her of fingertips dancing on her skin. Constance bit her lip, inclining her head, “I’ve got some contacts in Knockturn Alley, and even in other countries if you ever need anything, just ask. And no, your mother can’t flip out because my way is completely legal and safe. All else fails… and she finds out something, you can always blame me.” She poked out her tongue lightly.

“Friends also do not physically abuse each other, but I beat the living daylights out of him anytime he says something cold.” She shrugged, silently adding, “Especially if he says anything about you.” Constance watched him eat before taking out her wand and using it to levitate her bag back over, collecting another container of soup and setting it in front of him. She knew how men ate, having to live with Draco for a while. “He’s gotten better, Geo. Yes, he is a git, and that’s putting it loosely, but Draco has never treated me differently than he ever has.” Constance was used to defending the Malfoy’s. She had to do it to get Draco and Lucius’ jobs, and it always bugged her a bit that if they screwed up, her name would be tarnished.


She laughed lightly as he held out the spoon, and she placed her hand underneath it in case it were to spill. “I know it is, I made it all by myself, no house elves. I’ve always loved to cook; I just never had the time. Go ahead and finish it off, love.” Those days, Constance wasn’t very hungry often. She lightly rolled her ankle, smiling as she listened to him. “Concerned, dear?” Constance considered what he said, and then she gently nodded her head, smiling gently in return. “I’ll remember that, thank you, George...” She chuckled, “I’ll send my Patronus ahead of time.”
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[George Fabian Weasley]

The comment that she made did not go unnoticed by him nor did the meaning behind it evade him. However it was much easier pretending that he didn’t understand what she had meant by that. He wanted to question her though. He wanted to know how she could still think that way of him despite what he had done. Any other women that he knew would have gotten fed up with his behavior and would have called him out on it by now. “Why?” He asked lightly he began to play with the remains of the soup within his bowl. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue with his question. In fact a part of him was terrified that he had actually said the word. He hadn’t meant to say it. He hadn’t wanted to say it, it had just slipped through.

At the mention of her knowing how he felt he couldn’t help the small wave of anger that coursed through him. How could she know how he was feeling at the moment? Sure he knew that she had lost both of her parents but that was different. George hadn’t lost his parents! He had lost a part of himself, a part of his identity. “Come off it Connie, you have no idea how I feel at the moment, how I’ve been feeling. We lost two completely different things. I lost more than just my brother Connie. You don’t look into the mirror everyday an see your dead brother staring back at you do you?” Annoyance was hanging heavily within his tone, however the volume never rose. He tossed his spoon into his bowl as he leaned back into his chair as he rubbed his brows with his left hand. “There’s a difference between being worried and being insufferable. Asking me once every other week wouldn’t be so bad. But no its like I get asked every day.” He said with a small sigh. “How’re you doin’ George? Alright George? No! I’m not alright.”

Taking a deep breath he held it within his chest and slowly counted to ten before slowly exhaling. He felt slightly better at his sudden outburst and saying how he truly felt. Yet at the same time felt horrible about doing so to Constance. However he hated it when someone mentioned that they knew how he felt, knew what he was going through. Sure it was true on some level however losing a parent or a sibling was different. They were just normal relations, losing a twin, well, that was on a different level. He was born a twin, he was born different from his other siblings, and now he was as ordinary as they were. He was just another sibling, no longer different from the rest.

“I’ve been entertaining the thought of buying a house elf.” He said as he lowered his left arm to rest it on the arm rest. Merlin knew he needed a bit of help cleaning up his flat and preparing meals for himself. He knew that if left to himself, none of the above would ever get accomplished. “Well if Dung falls through you’ll be my second contact.” He said before a small smile spread over his features. “However I am a bit worried. As a member of the Law Enforcement shouldn’t you be arresting me for purchasing shady items?” He asked with a small chuckle.

He couldn’t help the smirk that spread over his features at the mention of her hitting Draco. In fact a part of him wished he were present the next time she abused him. He would definitely pay to see that any day. A day that Draco gets abused is a good day in George’s book. “The way I see it Connie it’s Malfoy’s fault. I don’t care how better he’s gotten. If it hadn’t been for Malfoy lettin’ those Death Eaters into Hogwarts four years ago I don’t think any of this would have happened. Fred would still be here.” Of course George didn’t know that Dumbledore’s would have happened either way. But it was still nice to blame someone for all that has happened.

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

“Why?” The question was so innocent and she didn’t really know how to answer completely… she just had said it and immediately wanted to go hide. Constance, while she knew that he’d left her to keep her safe, still couldn’t shake the nerve if he’d done it because he was tired for her, because he didn’t care for her anymore and sometimes, it was best for her not to question it but… “Because I had someone to love me for who I was, despite everything that told him not to. I had a hero, that would sacrifice everything to save his loved ones and yes, I fainted at the sight of your ear, but I was seventeen and it was one birthday gift I really wasn’t expecting,” Constance found herself answering his question quietly with a chuckle before looking down at her hands, “When you left me, I was confused, devastated, angry… I figured I pissed you off and you just didn’t want to deal with a Slytherin girlfriend anymore.”

[/b] “I was afraid you didn’t love me.” The silent part hung in the air as she bit her lip.

When he seemed to have finally snapped, Constance didn’t even flinch. “There’s the release I wanted…” She leaned down and gently pressed her lips against his cheek. “My mother and my aunt were twins, George, you aren’t the only person I’ve seen crushed after… losing one another and you shouldn’t be seeing Fred, you have never once been Fred.”[/b] She moved to sit in front of him, careful of the bowl behind her, waiting for him to calm down before speaking again, “George… I was able to tell you apart… and before you go off at me again, and believe me, I want you to get out every ounce of anger, have you ever once thought about what your brother would say if he saw how you were coping…?”[/b] Perhaps it was because she was so used to Draco and his random acts of bitching that she didn’t look all too concerned about what she was saying. Maybe he had already heard it before, but still, the woman gently reached out to lift his chin, “You are an absolutely gorgeous, brilliant man that is so important to me… I worry because I love you. I press on you because I want to hear that you aren’t keeping everything in.”

Whether or not he took that the way she wanted him to, or if he just took it in a friendly manner, she didn’t really care. Constance lifted an eyebrow at the mentioning of a house elf. The woman shook her head. “Just treat one well… or at least ask someone for help. I already have to make sure Draco doesn’t work poor Pernie to death.” She rubbed at her temples, closing her eyes as she sighed. “I have too much time on my hands… being around you is like someone shooting morphine – er, muggle painkiller – into my veins and it numbs my troubles.”[/b] That, and if she spent anymore time around Daddy Malfoy, Constance was more likely to throw him into Azkaban for Mundungus’ work. His chuckling caused her to peek open one of her eyes, looking at him curiously before sticking her tongue out at him lightly. “I’m not Patrol. Hit Witches/Wizards are tasked with arresting highly dangerous criminals that are around, or have escaped. Also… even if I were… I’m off duty and you aren’t doing anything dangerous.”[/b] She shrugged.

Constance opened her eyes a bit more as he smirked, and she then frowned softly as she listened to his logic. She gently shook her head. “You don’t know that, Geo. He might not have been, he might have. We might have lost both of you, or I could have died. It’s all a bundle of ifs and mights. If Draco hadn’t had let them in, it could have been another Death Eater, or Snape could have just up and done it. Voldemort wanted to rule, he would have tried it anyhow. It’s all in the past now, and we need to start looking towards the future.”[/b] She tried to make it that she was defending both sides, mainly nervously as she watched him. Other ifs were going through her head.

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