The Interviewer • A George Weasley Fanfic

Oh, Jane

JULY 6th - 3:14 P.M.

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Jane sat at her desk, clicking away at her typewriter, making progress on her fourth lengthy chapter on periodic Death Eater attacks in various British locations.

She had, luckily, acquired the remaining answers to her questions for George, after struggling to do such due to his constant smirks and playful pokes at her sides or dirty jokes that distracted her yet still made her smile.

She still couldn't really process all that had happened, but as of right then... Jane was feeling... almost happy.

She found herself savoring every second she was with George.

It felt right kissing him. And talking with him, and embracing him, and hearing him murmur a deep, soft, "goodnight, beautiful" in the evenings. It felt right.

She didn't want it to change. Things were finally, perhaps, going alright.

She leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms, giving her fingers a break from excessive typing. The phone rang when she did.

Standing up, she moved towards the nightstand where it was buzzing away until she grasped the telephone and lifted it to her ear, casually eyeing the London skyline outside her window as she answered.

"Hello?"

"Jane," it was Benji. "Jane, please don't freak out. Okay?"

Immediately, Jane's heart dropped to her feet like a ball of lead.

Who starts a conversation like that and expects one to not freak out? What was he going to say?

"Benji, what-?"

"Okay, so, uh..." he stammered, "...so, you know how the fourth was a couple of days ago?"

"Yes?" Jane's heart pounded at his tone of voice.

"Well, just for fun, Sawyer organized this little celebration within the office..." he explained, "...she let us all quit out a few hours early so we could hit this park nearby and all have a good time, y'know? We'd been working hard on the latest issue, and... and it was just for fun, so-"

"Benji, what's wrong?"

"Right, okay, so, uh..." he said, getting back on track, "...today, Sawyer noticed something in her office... she hadn't seen it yesterday after we had gotten back the next morning after the fireworks night out thing, but... she noticed it when she was going to give you a ring and check in on your project."

Jane gulped. She was confused, but still wildly concerned like she knew something very bad was going to come out of Benji's mouth over the phone.

"The bits of contact info for you in London, was, uh... missing."

Jane's face was blank, but she swore her heart skipped a few beats.

"What?"

"Sawyer had a few bits of paper with just, like, your London number, and address, so she could contact you if needed," he explained cautiously. "And it wasn't there where she had kept it, in her drawer, this whole time. It went missing after we closed up the office early for the fourth."

"So, so what, are you- are you saying someone took it?" Jane asked very quickly, growing more panicked.

"Well..." Benji coughed, clearing his throat, "...so, uh... Flint came in again recently."