Purple and Orange

He sat tapping his quill against the paper, watching tiny blots of ink gather with every flick. There was nothing written on the paper itself, but imaginary words gathered in his head.

This is stupid.

He crumpled the paper with one grab of the hand and tossed it off to the side. George Weasley leaned back in an uncomfortable chair and sighed. He was sitting at home while most everyone else was at his parent's house celebrating the engagement of his brother Ron and some slut he met three months ago. Actually she was quite the opposite of a slut; a nice refined church girl.

He himself had claimed an unknown sickness, not wanting to actually gain sickness while sitting there. He had to be the only one left in his family not settled or in love and he didn't want to be. Screw love and its attributes. Sure it made you happy for the moment, but pain was always closely at hand, especially in these days.

People were dying more often in recent times as they were in the past. Two of his brothers were claimed in the numbers developing. Percy was killed in an ambush at the ministry and despite his annoying qualities, he was still his brother. Charlie was also killed, but everyone tried blaming that on an accident with dragons. A load of shit, George thought. Charlie would be the last one to have an accident with dragons.

If he went to his family get together, he would hear about why he should find love and he won't ever until he chops his hair short again and "Take out that nasty piercing." He could almost hear his mother's voice in his ear. Yes, that was the reason why he avoided his family for a month straight now. He shook his head, no; the real reason was he couldn't stand to look at them anymore. The entire world was a ball of depression and he would not fall victim to it.

The sounds of padded footsteps reached his ears. He quickly threw a blanket over himself as he slouched down into a sleeping position. The door opened followed by rowdy laughter.

"Shh," someone whispered a laugh. "George is asleep."

The group tried to hush, but was still loud. He felt someone sit on the edge of the couch and their voice was soon close and hot near his ear.

"I know you're awake," the voice whispered. It was the same person who had told them to quiet down; a girl named Ginger one of Lee Jordon's friends. She had a profound crush on him and had tried to get into his pants on several occasions. "If you want, you can sleep with me in the bedroom, I'll be waiting."

Then you'll be waiting for awhile, George thought as the weight lifted off the couch. He silently rolled over and stared at the patchwork material used on the couch. He could hear the sounds of a bed shaking and banging up against the wall. This, he could tell was Fred and his daily dose of ass. Nearly every week there was someone new. True, he hadn't found love, but the lust he managed in a week was enough until he found somebody.

Fred and him were twins and therefore close with each other. Over the last year or so, George was beginning to notice their obvious differences. They no longer were difficult to tell apart. George had grown his hair out to his chin which curled out a bit; Fred left his short. George had also tattooed his arms to where the skin was barely visible anymore and had his lip pierced. The way Fred acted was disgusting to George, screwing chicks every week, not cleaning anything, acting like a maniac. He'd cooled down, himself. He was no longer the crazy twin brother to Fred with an armful of jokes. He was tired of this view; he wasn't just a twin he was George Weasley.

+

"Ey, get your lazy ass up."

Something was pushing him gently in his side. George moaned quietly and rolled over. His brother Fred brought down his foot and grinned. "It's one in the afternoon. Shouldn't you be up by now?"

"Why?" George said in a cracked and tired voice.

"Why? Because you up all last night," Fred said.

"No I wasn't."

"Exactly," Fred said and pushed him again. "You didn't do jack shit yesterday and you're sleeping past noon. What the hell is up with you?"

"Nothing, just let me sleep," George moaned rolling over again.

"Well, at least go sleep in your room," Fred said walking over to the kitchen table.

"Can't. Ginger's in there," George said into his pillow.

"Nah, she left. Early and crying," Fred said shoveling cereal into his mouth.

"Why?" George sat up and looked at his brother.

"Because you ignored her, as usual. George, the girl's in love with you. Quit playing hard to get and do something with her," Fred said.

"I'm not playing hard to get. I don't like her, so quit bringing her over. I couldn't even sleep in my bed last night because she was there," George said.

Fred raised his eyebrow, "So you were awake last night."

George groaned and stood up. "I'm going out, I'll see you later."

He threw a cloak around his shoulders, not even bothering to change his clothes from yesterday and walked right out the door. It was starting to get chilly as October approached. His favorite time of the year. The leaves changing were beautiful with the oranges, reds, and yellows. And the atmosphere was just inspiring. Just walking down the street was enough to calm him down.

He walked into a coffee shop, the same coffee shop he'd been going to for the past year. It was the only wizard coffee place around, not to mention it tasted great. He always ordered the same thing too: a raspberry mint frapachinno. By now, all of the employee's knew his name and didn't even bother asking anymore. He slowly walked right to the counter where a purple haired girl in a dark red and black robed outfit smiled.

"Can I help you?" She asked. Her voice was a bit shaky and she looked nervous.

"The usual," George said and started to walk away.

"Uh, excuse me sir," she yelled after him. George turned. "I'm actually new here, I'm sorry. I don't know what it is you want."

"Oh, right. Sorry about that. A tall raspberry mint frapachinno," he said.

"Alright, I'll bring it to when it's ready. Have a nice day," she smiled and turned.

George nodded and sat down next to a window. How could he have been so stupid to think that she'd know what he wanted, after he hadn't ever seen her here before. Actually, he had. He looked over to the opposite corner. He remembered seeing a girl with purple hair and a few piercings sitting there always writing. He was curious one day and watched her. She didn't move except to use the restroom and order more coffee, but mainly she just wrote. Then at five a clock she gathered up her papers and left.

He looked back out the window and stared at the colors. It was almost depressing now, everything was. He couldn't think of something that depressed him lately. Even the thought of a girls touch, after all he didn't have it.

"I love the autumn, it's beautiful outside."

George turned, startled to see the girl at the front counter standing next to his table with his order on a little plate. She smiled as she set it down on the table.

"Yeah, thanks," he handed the money to her and she slipped it into one of her pockets.

He watched her walk away. She went back to the counter and smiled for the next customer. It was like an act. He didn't once see her smile when she was writing. Her face was set and she frowned a few times then scribbled something out. The way she smiled with the customers was disturbingly untrue and he wondered if they noticed. If they noticed that she really doesn't care if you have a nice day.

George sat there for another hour or so. He'd already ordered a bagel and another frapachinno. He watched out the front window and saw his twin brother walk by with a girl attached to his arm and knew it was safe to go back home.

"Still here?"

George looked up to see the purple haired girl. She had taken off her work robes and was wearing a tight dark purple shirt and baggy black pants. The lip piercing was also in place.

"Yeah, and I might be here for another twenty minuets," he said.

"I know how it is. I used to love this place, until I started working. Mind if I sit?" she asked.

George nodded as she sat down in a chair across from her. "When did you start?"

"Yesterday. People are so fucking rude here, I've never realized. I usually just keep to myself in a corner," she said and forced a laugh.

George smiled bleakly. She looked up and frowned slightly to herself. "I'm sorry I interrupted you, I'll just be going."

"No," George heard himself say. "It's alright. You didn't intrude. What's your name?"

She sat back down and smiled. A true smile and she was very pretty when she did. She had violet grey colored eyes that matched well with her hair and her lips parted just a slight bit, compared to her wide fake smile. "Enid."

"I'm George," he said, reaching a hand across the table.

She took it and he saw tattoos and vertical scars down her forearm. He raised an eyebrow as she pulled away quickly and rubbed her arm.

"What's that?" he inquired.

"Nothing, I had an accident a few weeks ago, nothing big," she said in a rush.

George nodded and let the topic slide. She obviously was uncomfortable and he liked talking to her. They talked for thirty minuets before she looked at a watch on her wrist and frowned.

"I have to go, I've got practice in thirty," she said, standing up.

"Practice?"

"Quidditch. I also play. I'll see you around though," she said, and walked out the door.

George smiled to himself and waited five more minutes till he got up and headed back to his own silent apartment.