[It's text because he doesn't trust his voice not to crack if he says it out loud.]
text, open →
Ginny Weasley has left the City. Please contact me with any outstanding business concerns of hers, and I will resolve them to the best of my ability.
action: at the blue light, open →
[He still can't believe it, even after a day spent searching with no sign of his little sister. She's gone. He's the only Weasley remaining in the city. It's a hollow, sick, sad feeling. Even when he was in self-imposed exile in London, Percy would see his father at the Ministry, cross paths with Bill at Gringotts, and know that the rest were in Devon. But now it's just him.
He sits, quietly, in a corner booth at the Blue Light, glass of whiskey slowly dripping condensation onto the napkin beneath it, book sitting untouched next to him. The chair across from him is empty. He's not inviting anyone to sit with him, but he won't say no to company, either.]
text, open →
Ginny Weasley has left the City. Please contact me with any outstanding business concerns of hers, and I will resolve them to the best of my ability.
action: at the blue light, open →
[He still can't believe it, even after a day spent searching with no sign of his little sister. She's gone. He's the only Weasley remaining in the city. It's a hollow, sick, sad feeling. Even when he was in self-imposed exile in London, Percy would see his father at the Ministry, cross paths with Bill at Gringotts, and know that the rest were in Devon. But now it's just him.
He sits, quietly, in a corner booth at the Blue Light, glass of whiskey slowly dripping condensation onto the napkin beneath it, book sitting untouched next to him. The chair across from him is empty. He's not inviting anyone to sit with him, but he won't say no to company, either.]
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