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[It's text because he doesn't trust his voice not to crack if he says it out loud.]

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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.

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[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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Where are you?

The Blue Light.

[Charlie doesn't even tell him she's on her way. She just heads there and sits in the available seat, watching him with some concern.]

You realize I can't let you stay here all night, right?

[He sets down his glass, then checks his watch. If Charlie's watching carefully, she might notice his reactions are ever-so-slightly delayed.]

I wasn't planning on it.

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want some company?

If you don't mind that I'll likely be terrible conversation.

I don't mind. I'm not sure I'll be much better.

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when did she go?

Sunday.

she ever go home before?

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Damn.

I'm sorry.

It was inevitable. I'm glad she's home.

[lying through his teeth? don't mind if I do!]

[Uh-huh.]

Really? I'm not sure she would really be.

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[The loss of Ginny isn't nearly as personal to Rosella as it is to Percy, of course, but it's still one she's feeling the undeniable aftershocks of--both from the sudden hole in her usual lineup of staff and from the sight of the somber young man occupying the booth in the corner.

Following a quiet instruction to the kitchen to put together a sandwich and some fries, she takes the platter and heads over as unobtrusively as she can, aiming to leave him his space without sneaking up on him.

This wouldn't be the first time she'd consoled an upset brother over the loss of his family, after all.]

Hello, Percy. May I sit with you a minute?

Princess.

[He's clearly startled by her appearance, judging by how he sets his drink down a little too heavily, then sort of awkwardly half-stands before realizing there's no way to do that without a lot of awkward effort, and finally nods to her.]

Er - thank you. It would be my honor.

Oh, no, the pleasure is mine, really.

[It's impossible not to notice that she's caught him by surprise, but given that it wouldn't be polite to point it out, she returns his nod with one of her own--being unable to properly curtsey with her hands full--and takes the seat across from him, sliding the plate over next to his drink as she does so.]

Here. I thought you might like something to eat.

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[Ginny was the first of her coworkers at the Blue Light that Anna had spoken to in a friendly capacity. Anna had started to feel comfortable with her presence, if not completely comforted. She thinks... perhaps she would like to feel a bit sad to see the girl go, but she can't. There's already too much loss embedded in her memory, she's numb with it.

It's Percy she feels for most, she's certain she can imagine his lonely feelings. But she doesn't know him, or if he would care for such consolation, so for now she just brings drinks.]

...would you like anything to eat, sir?

[When she speaks, he looks up, a little bleary. He's lost count of how many drinks this has been (was it four? five? it can't have been more than five), and he knows he ought to eat, but he can't bear the idea of food right now.

Still, it can't hurt to look. He can always say no.]

May I see a menu?

[She nods. Stephen is gone as well, however, and the menu has needed a little bit of trimming to accommodate the downed staff. Anna has stepped in once or twice, she knows her way around a kitchen.

When she returns with the menu, she waits a few moments to let him look before asking,]

Are you doing alright?

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[Angela's never actually had the opportunity to speak to Percy face to face before and it's a damn shame that today's the day that the opportunity comes. He's not that hard to spot in the bar where she's not supposed to be at a time like this; the house is empty except for the dogs and the dampened ticking is just slipping onto this side of insanity. The Blue Lights the perfect place for a distraction.

At least her drink decision is plain orange juice, no mixers or spikers for now. The crowd of strange faces around her helps dull the edge of loneliness, though that misplaced feeling of a broken promise somewhere in the background is still there. Ginny said Angela was stuck with her. So much for that.

Slipping off the barstool, Angela makes her way to Percy's booth, assuming that it's him with the same shock of red hair and freckles that Ginny had. With a nod, she stands alongside the table and greets him quietly, expecting to be turned away.]

Hello. Percy?

[He looks up, clearly a little surprised at her appearance, and sets down his glass a little too firmly on the table.]

Miss - Montenegro, isn't it?

[Ginny's business partner. Clothing shop. This must be a business thing. Get it together, Weasley.]

Please, have a seat.

[It's not a business thing. Ginny was her friend first, business partner second. Angela needs somebody to commiserate with. Who's better than somebody who loved Ginny just as much, if not more than Angela did herself?]

Angela. Call me Angela.

[Her voice is soft and uncharacteristically quiet as she slips into the booth. She doesn't speak for a few more moments, watching the condensation on his glass drip like tears.]

It doesn't bring her back, but when you're too drunk to care, you feel better for a while, right?

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[Rose is going to go looking for Percy after that text message. It doesn't take long. She assumes he's going to need a drink and there aren't that many bars above ground that suit Percy. She catches sight of him when she walks into the Blue Light and goes over to him, sliding into the booth next to him and wrapping her arms around him in a hug.]

[The hug startles him for a moment - he tenses, hand jerking for the wand concealed in the inner pocket of his suit jacket - but he recognizes Rose after a moment, forces himself to relax.

After a moment, quietly:]

Thank you.

[She doesn't flinch when he tenses and reaches for the wand. It never occurs to her that Percy would hurt her.

She nods at his gratitude.]

You're welcome. [She pulls away after a moment, but doesn't scoot away from him.]

Figgered you could use it.