[A slightly bleary-eye and tousle-haired George is sitting in his bedroom, leaning back in a chair with a cup of tea in his hands.]
Had a rather peculiar dream last night. I checked the network this morning, and seems like I wasn't the only one. I think I may have seen a familiar face or two in it as well.
[He pauses to sip at his tea.]
Glad to see Fred and I weren't the only ones who found such petty school rules as lights-out to be a bit of an inconvenience. Although in our case we weren't sneaking out to have poetry readings, I can tell you. I also have to say, mates, that haul was pathetic. Not a cauldron cake or chocolate frog at all. I'm sure if you'd had the Marauder's Map on your side, you could have managed much better.
[He gives the camera a wink before cutting off.]
[ooc: George swapped memories with
had_not_lived today and got to witness the
first meeting of the Dead Poet's Society. (5:20).]