The Interviewer • A George Weasley Fanfic

You Talk Nice

SATURDAY, MAY 27TH, 8:43 P.M.

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"Make sure you look hot! That's very important!"

Jane laughed. She was holding the telephone base with one hand and the corded phone to her ear with the other, scanning her eyes over her open closet for an outfit. She had to leave in about twenty minutes or so.

"Why is it important that I look hot?" she asked Benji, rolling her eyes.

"What kind of question is that?" he scoffed over the phone. "There's always a reason to look hot. Who knows what kind of gorgeous, strapping young men will be at the bar tonight."

"It's just me, and Harry, and those other folks I told you about!" she reminded him. "They just invited me out as a way of offering a tourist some comfort, that's all!"

"Maybe you can get with that Potter kid, gain some fame, or somethin' like that," he joked.

Jane snorted, pacing in front of her closet. "I'll pass. He's two years younger than me and I think he's with that pretty redheaded girl. But he's awesome, nonetheless."

"Well, you'll find someone," Benji said. "Maybe not The Chosen One, but... maybe some new friend. Who knows."

Jane swallowed hard, kicking aside a pair of heels she cast in the not-for-tonight space of shoes on the floor.

She was excited for the night ahead, and a bit nervous; but in a good way... they all did seem very eager to have her come out... did she really give off such a good impression on the first day of meeting them?

Well, it wasn't the first day of meeting Harry, of course. Or George.

He seemed eager. He smiled a lot when she agreed to come.

But so did everyone else.

She swallowed again, forcing her mind to focus back on Benji's words over the phone.

"Hey, sort of off-topic, but, uh..." he was now saying, "...something happened, Janey."

Jane froze, brows knitted. "What? What is it?"

There was a pause, then his voice emerged again. "Flint came to the office."

Jane's heart nearly stopped.

She was paralyzed for a moment, hand frozen while coiled around the base of the corded telephone, the other one tightly gripping the speaker to her lips as she tried to think of what to say to that.

"Look, don't panic, okay?" Benji quickly added. "He didn't stir up much trouble or anything. I just thought I'd alert you. Because he... well, he-"

"He came for me," Jane breathed in horror, "didn't he?"

She could practically hear Benji gulping on the other line. "Yeah."

She let out a long, heavy breath, walked to the edge of her bed, and sat down, hanging her head with the phone still pressed to her ear.

"He walked into the office thinking you'd be here," Benji explained. "Apparently he had tried to call your home a gazillion times and you didn't pick up... dumbass had no idea that after he was a prick to you for the millionth time six months ago, you blocked his number... so he had the audacity to stalk into the office with this serious look, asking where you were."