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Player's Name: Laura
Player LJ: dismentality
AIM or Email: x Lost the Game / sinfulroses@gmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other Characters Played: S-sob ;_;
Jack Sparrow [Original] - alwaystherum
Raphael Sorel [Original] - baroquestorm
Marluxia [Original] - graceful_xi
Xigbar [Original] - gravitism
Vexen [Template] - icyacademics
Cidolfus Demen Bunansa [Original] - resemblegod
Dist the Rose [Original] - rosegeneral
Kadaj [Original] - silvervestige
Endrance [Original] - temptingrose
Character: Forge Gred George Weasley
Series/Fandom: Harry Potter
Original or Template version: Original
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Wizard)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Though George is often described as short and stocky, he is still among the taller members of the Weasley family. Another common trait within his family are the spray of freckles and bushy red hair with blue eyes, making him easily noticable- assuming you can tell him apart from his identical twin, Fred.
As far as clothing is concerned, he typically wears either wizarding robes, or common muggle clothing, such as what many of us would wear today. There isn't anything extraordinary about his appearance, yet mischeif is always written across his face in the form of a wicked little grin; Always up to no good, though you're only bound to find out once all is said and done.
Personality:
As he was born on April Fool's Day, it's either a perverse joke or an ironic twist of fate that his personality is in keeping with it. If anything, George can be classified as an irrevocable prankster. Along with his twin, he was among the first to uncover most every secret passage at his old school, Hogwarts. He has a curious nature, and is every bit optimistic, always trying to find a reason to laugh rather than get discouraged.
That being said, he still has his devious streak, where he enjoys nothing more than teasing the living daylights out of his friends and family. What could be a better passtime, right? Mocking, laughing, planting firecrackers under their bed so it wakes them up at ungodly hours of the night- all in good fun!
Though he's often getting into trouble because of this nature, it shows no signs of changing him. If anything, it only encourages his troublemaking because he got a humourous reaction the first time around. Attention is certainly a thing this Weasley enjoys, and he revels in it every time he gets the opportunity.
Strangely enough, however- or not so strangely, as it's a common trend among twins, he still manages to get along splendidly with his brother, Fred. A favourite hobby of theirs is confusing people with their names, each one pretending to be the other while the person they were conversing with gets hopelessly confused- or finishing eachother's sentences until one forget's which twin they were talking to at the start. He's said to have a bit of a more subtler sense of humour than Fred, but this difference is only slight and doesn't help in distinguishing them from one another.
All this aside-- He does have a serious side in him, and it emerges when anyone close to him is in immiediate danger. He may joke about it afterwards, but until then, he's more than likely to find every method in his power to solve the issue and make sure nobody gets seriously hurt in the process. He's laidback most times, but not completely careless.
Abilities/Strengths:
Perhaps not the smartest of his family, but definately one of the most creative, George always had a flair for mischeif. And not just any either- candy that makes your tongue grow to ten times it's length, custard that turns it's eater into a canary, sweets that cause anyone ingesting it to faint, and thus have an excuse to miss their afternoon classes...
These are all fine examples of the sorts of ideas that spawn out of his mind, and he has nothing against providing them to the general populance either.
Aside from that, George is a pure blooded wizard of great talent. He has mastery of enough spells, curses, and charms to fight alongside the ministry of magic, and against the army of the dark lord, Voldemort, himself. A textbook case of how appearances can be deceiving.
Weaknesses:
His own trickery is probably his greatest weakness, as it makes him not only a target for potential payback, but an enemy in the eyes of the more serious types. Not all are able to tolerate having their garden gnomes jinxed so they spew out a string of rather unfriendly remarks every time you walk by.
Being as flippant in nature as he can be sometimes, it also leads to him acting rashly when caution would be otherwise advisable- enough of a risk in itself. Fred, as well, can act as a weakness. The possibility of losing his twin is devastating in George's eyes, as they're nigh unseperable most times.
In addition to that, one can only hope that he doesn't self-test any of his products, else they'd be left to wonder how many pieces he'll show up in the next day.
History:
George was born on April Fool's Day, along with his twin, Fred. From the very beginning, it was apparent that the two would be very different from their three older brothers- troublesome, mischievious, and inventive, they caused quite a fuss to look after. They were accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of eleven, like all of their siblings before, but the school did nothing to teach them discipline. Even though they were sorted into Gryffindor, supposedly the house of the bravest, their behaviour was... significantly less than noble.
From the very beginning, they were causing a racket. It came as no surprise that the caretaker, Argus Filch, soon reserved a special drawer in his office just for the troublesome pair. Most of which was stolen back before long, anyways.
Both twins were accepted onto the Quidditch team as beaters, and soon developed quite a reputation around the school. It seemed that there were few who didn't know of Fred and George Weasley and their antics. Seeking to uncover a secret passage? Seek no more! All one had to do was convince one of them to share a few tricks.
What only served to help their George and his twin's thirt for adventure was the acquisition of the Marauder's Map. This was what appeared to be a regular piece of old parchment- but the truth was that it was an enchanted map of the school that revealed not only the deepest locations within, but the whereabouts of the people inside Hogwarts as well. It was signed as being created by "Moony, Prongs, Wormtail and Padfoot". They used this map the further their exploration, becoming well accustomed to the corridors of Hogwarts.
By their third year, however, things somehow managed to get even more interesting. A new student by the name of Harry Potter, to be precise- and not just any student, either. He was a boy famour throughtout the wizarding world for being the only one to survive the killing curse, avada kedavra, and in doing so, end the reign of terror brought on by Lord Voldemort many years ago.
Unexpectedly, Harry became good friends with their younger brother, Ron, his first year made them friendly enough to steal their father's car and fly it (yes, fly) to his house to 'rescue' him from his aunt and uncle when they locked him in his room and refused to allow him to return to Hogwarts. Though his mother was less than pleased at that- to say the very least, she was still happy to see Harry, and the third year started normally enough for them.
Things didn't quite stay that was, however, as something just as bad was about to happen- or possibly worse- than the trouble surrounding Professor Quirrel (their, *ahem*, now former defense against the dark arts teacher) and the Philosopher's Stone that was hidden within Hogwarts for protection. It just so happened that the school held an old secret. This secret revolved around stories about the so-called 'Chamber of Secrets'.
Rubbish, if you asked George. Him and his twin had explored every nook and cranny of Hogwarts, and there was no sign of it on the Marauder's Map.
Unfortunately, strange things were happening. Their own sister, Ginny, was acting oddly, and many students were falling victim to petrification. The twins weren't privvy to the details of the events that took place with Harry, Ron, and Ginny within the Chamber, but it was said to involve a Basilisk.
Following that year was another summer- bringing it's own interesting news. Apparently a man named Sirius Black had become the first to escape Azkaban Prison- a place guarded by frightful beings called dementors. This brought worry to the wizarding world, but much less so to George. A bit of worry was squeezed into him when dementors showed up on the Hogwarts express, though, and even more so when they showed up during a Quidditch match at school, causing Harry to fall off his broom during the game.
Later that year, during the time of the visits to a village known as Hogsmeade, the two finally decided that it was time to pass on their legacy. Well. Sort of. Enough, really... Since they had every corrider memorized, it was clear that Harry would make better use of the Marauder's Map than they would, so they presented it to him when they found he was banned from the trip.
The rest of that year had it's own twists and turns, mostly involving their brother, Ron. By the end of it, they did manage to return safely to the home of the Weasley's, The Burrow. Just another fun-filled year at Hogwarts, to them- even taking into consideration that each of them scored a three on their OWLs exam, which was much lower in comparison to all their siblings beforehand.
Yet another vibrant summer followed that term, as the Weasley's managed to obtain tickets to go see the Quiditch World Cup- a most exciting event. Harry and another of Ron's friends (and by extenstion, the twins' as well), Hermione Granger, were both invited to go as well. Picking up Harry from his relatives' home proved the perfect opportunity for the pair to try out something they had been working on in their room for some time- call it a bit of fun.
They left behind a peice of enchanted candy, aptly called Ton Tongue Toffee, where they knew Harry's cousin Dudley would pick it up. His tongue grew several feet after they had left, though they did receive a stern talking-to afterwards not that it mattered to them, really. This marked the first success of Weasley Wizard's Wheezes, a joke shop they planned on opening up together. Some of the younger Hogwarts students made excellent guinea pigs for that, actually.
Aside from their business antics, George and his brother had also taken to gambling at the Quidditch World Cup, where they had thought they won, only to discover that the bag of gold was actually leprechaun gold. Ah, payback's a bitch sometimes.
Though the tournament had some interesting moments involving 'Death Eaters' making an appearance, the school year more than made up with that with it's announcement: the Twi-Wizard Tournament, held once every five years, would he hosted at Hogwarts that year. Obviously, this was a chance that George wouldn't let himself miss-- depite being too young to enter.
Along with Fred, however, he sought to remedy that little issue! The two armed themselves with an aging potion, and made the attempt at crossing the magical line to put their names into the Goblet of Fire for entrance consideration. The prize money would be enough to help them launch their joke shop into business.
...Which failed. Spectacularily. Even though George learned that he was quite handsome with a two foot long, bushy, grey beard as a result.
Harry Potter, much to their jealousy, did manage to get his name entered- with no explanation as to how, either. Still, George was quickly over his jealousy, as it faded to wonder. Both supported Harry, and even though the tournament had much trial and a bittersweet end, they received an unexpected surprise- Harry had decided to give them the prize money, meaning they could open shop after all.
Following the next summer, there were-- you guessed it: more fun and exciting surprises. While the twins had more than enough work to occupy their time running their joke shop, Hogwarts was not so kind to them in their final year- where they were cursed lol puns with the misfortune of having the most obnoxious old toad TWO PUNS I'M ON A ROLL as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Despite the best efforts of the DA (Dumbledore's Army), a group started by Harry, she went about changing things- making rules so strict they didn't just border on ridiculous, but smashed the boundaries into an oblivion. This, of course, didn't sit well with George in the least, as he and Fred made their own plans. It was to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes or blast for them, and boy, did they ever go out in a blast!
A swampy blast, as it turned out. Summoning their brooms with the chains still attached, they flew out of Hogwarts with Umbridge shrieking after them. See, nobody cancels their Quidditch and gets away with it, nor do they threaten to punish them with whips. And who needs an education these days, anyways?
That was the gist of what they told themselves as they finally had enough money from running their shop to move out of The Burrow and into a flat above said shop.
Because of their experience with the DA, the twins also became a part of the Order of the Phoenix as well, now finally able to make a difference in the outcome of the Voldemort affair. Their first important task with the Order was to serve as decoys for Harry to travel safely from the Dursley house.
But, alas, things didn't turn out so well for George. The decoy team, which consisted of seven Harry Potter lookalikes, was scattered. One of those Harrys was George- whom was hit by a killing curse midflight, and woke up in Template's cathedral.
Sample Journal Entry:
Oy, this isn't the broomstick! [Takes a long look around] Never reckoned I'd be taking a detour. Best remember to send mum a postcard before I head back. Or a--
[Catches his reflection in a puddle] Brilliant! Simply brilliant. Either Harry got handsomer, or the potion turned me into Fred instead. Funny how that works; I always suspected we were identical. [Voice fades out into a cough as he notices all the 'muggles' walking around him, and mutters the rest]
Timing's downright awful, though. All the fun'll probably be over by the time I figure out this itsy problem. [Spies a muggle that doesn't seem busy and rushes up to him enthusiasically, hand shaking gesture and all- someone must have directions! They will be his, dammit!]
Good evening, most admirable sir! You won't mind if I borrow a moment of your ti-- [NPC walks away. Well. B|]
Lovely, that.
Sample Roleplay:
Now that... That was something special. George stared at the washing machine for a long while, trying to decide which nobbly thing started it, and how he'd turn the bloody muggle device off once it was done. It was no small wonder his dad had such a fixation with them.
Or, of course, there was the other option. This second, but certainly just as doable option, was a simple plan, really. Just not wash this clothes until someone else offers to do it for him. Brilliant, honestly. A few stinkbombs might speed up the trick. He couldn't afford to use magic, what with all the muggles living around him. Even though 'sorely tempted' was a bigger understatement than 'Snape doesn't wash his hair'.
Er. Well. Maybe not a bigger understatement than that, but it still came close enough.
A grin began playing across his face at the thought of Snape swimming in one of those washing machines, face pressed to the glass and making fish like expressions. And try as he might, the image never vanished. He'd have to remember to tell Fred about that one- maybe after he finished figuring out how to work the thing first.
Further inspection merited a dial, and a box of laundry detergent. Should be easy enough! Rather like potions class, this-- which brought the image of the swimming Snape back to mind far too abruptly for his liking. "Yes, well."
He made a throat clearing sound. "Let's give this ol' thing a shot, huh?"
Dumping half a box of the blue powder atop his filthy robes, George turned the dial up to the max (That way there was no doubt it's do a good job, he thought), and pulled the knob out.
Never expecting the overfilled washer to spit the whole load right back out at him as he did so.
"Ah, muggles," he sighed overdramatically, holding his arms out to drip blue water onto the floor. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em, can we?"
Yup, he was definitely showing this one to Fred.
Did you read the rules, Yes/No: stfu
Player's Name: Laura
Player LJ: dismentality
AIM or Email: x Lost the Game / sinfulroses@gmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other Characters Played: S-sob ;_;
Jack Sparrow [Original] - alwaystherum
Raphael Sorel [Original] - baroquestorm
Marluxia [Original] - graceful_xi
Xigbar [Original] - gravitism
Vexen [Template] - icyacademics
Cidolfus Demen Bunansa [Original] - resemblegod
Dist the Rose [Original] - rosegeneral
Kadaj [Original] - silvervestige
Endrance [Original] - temptingrose
Character: Forge Gred George Weasley
Series/Fandom: Harry Potter
Original or Template version: Original
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Wizard)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Though George is often described as short and stocky, he is still among the taller members of the Weasley family. Another common trait within his family are the spray of freckles and bushy red hair with blue eyes, making him easily noticable- assuming you can tell him apart from his identical twin, Fred.
As far as clothing is concerned, he typically wears either wizarding robes, or common muggle clothing, such as what many of us would wear today. There isn't anything extraordinary about his appearance, yet mischeif is always written across his face in the form of a wicked little grin; Always up to no good, though you're only bound to find out once all is said and done.
Personality:
As he was born on April Fool's Day, it's either a perverse joke or an ironic twist of fate that his personality is in keeping with it. If anything, George can be classified as an irrevocable prankster. Along with his twin, he was among the first to uncover most every secret passage at his old school, Hogwarts. He has a curious nature, and is every bit optimistic, always trying to find a reason to laugh rather than get discouraged.
That being said, he still has his devious streak, where he enjoys nothing more than teasing the living daylights out of his friends and family. What could be a better passtime, right? Mocking, laughing, planting firecrackers under their bed so it wakes them up at ungodly hours of the night- all in good fun!
Though he's often getting into trouble because of this nature, it shows no signs of changing him. If anything, it only encourages his troublemaking because he got a humourous reaction the first time around. Attention is certainly a thing this Weasley enjoys, and he revels in it every time he gets the opportunity.
Strangely enough, however- or not so strangely, as it's a common trend among twins, he still manages to get along splendidly with his brother, Fred. A favourite hobby of theirs is confusing people with their names, each one pretending to be the other while the person they were conversing with gets hopelessly confused- or finishing eachother's sentences until one forget's which twin they were talking to at the start. He's said to have a bit of a more subtler sense of humour than Fred, but this difference is only slight and doesn't help in distinguishing them from one another.
All this aside-- He does have a serious side in him, and it emerges when anyone close to him is in immiediate danger. He may joke about it afterwards, but until then, he's more than likely to find every method in his power to solve the issue and make sure nobody gets seriously hurt in the process. He's laidback most times, but not completely careless.
Abilities/Strengths:
Perhaps not the smartest of his family, but definately one of the most creative, George always had a flair for mischeif. And not just any either- candy that makes your tongue grow to ten times it's length, custard that turns it's eater into a canary, sweets that cause anyone ingesting it to faint, and thus have an excuse to miss their afternoon classes...
These are all fine examples of the sorts of ideas that spawn out of his mind, and he has nothing against providing them to the general populance either.
Aside from that, George is a pure blooded wizard of great talent. He has mastery of enough spells, curses, and charms to fight alongside the ministry of magic, and against the army of the dark lord, Voldemort, himself. A textbook case of how appearances can be deceiving.
Weaknesses:
His own trickery is probably his greatest weakness, as it makes him not only a target for potential payback, but an enemy in the eyes of the more serious types. Not all are able to tolerate having their garden gnomes jinxed so they spew out a string of rather unfriendly remarks every time you walk by.
Being as flippant in nature as he can be sometimes, it also leads to him acting rashly when caution would be otherwise advisable- enough of a risk in itself. Fred, as well, can act as a weakness. The possibility of losing his twin is devastating in George's eyes, as they're nigh unseperable most times.
In addition to that, one can only hope that he doesn't self-test any of his products, else they'd be left to wonder how many pieces he'll show up in the next day.
History:
George was born on April Fool's Day, along with his twin, Fred. From the very beginning, it was apparent that the two would be very different from their three older brothers- troublesome, mischievious, and inventive, they caused quite a fuss to look after. They were accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of eleven, like all of their siblings before, but the school did nothing to teach them discipline. Even though they were sorted into Gryffindor, supposedly the house of the bravest, their behaviour was... significantly less than noble.
From the very beginning, they were causing a racket. It came as no surprise that the caretaker, Argus Filch, soon reserved a special drawer in his office just for the troublesome pair. Most of which was stolen back before long, anyways.
Both twins were accepted onto the Quidditch team as beaters, and soon developed quite a reputation around the school. It seemed that there were few who didn't know of Fred and George Weasley and their antics. Seeking to uncover a secret passage? Seek no more! All one had to do was convince one of them to share a few tricks.
What only served to help their George and his twin's thirt for adventure was the acquisition of the Marauder's Map. This was what appeared to be a regular piece of old parchment- but the truth was that it was an enchanted map of the school that revealed not only the deepest locations within, but the whereabouts of the people inside Hogwarts as well. It was signed as being created by "Moony, Prongs, Wormtail and Padfoot". They used this map the further their exploration, becoming well accustomed to the corridors of Hogwarts.
By their third year, however, things somehow managed to get even more interesting. A new student by the name of Harry Potter, to be precise- and not just any student, either. He was a boy famour throughtout the wizarding world for being the only one to survive the killing curse, avada kedavra, and in doing so, end the reign of terror brought on by Lord Voldemort many years ago.
Unexpectedly, Harry became good friends with their younger brother, Ron, his first year made them friendly enough to steal their father's car and fly it (yes, fly) to his house to 'rescue' him from his aunt and uncle when they locked him in his room and refused to allow him to return to Hogwarts. Though his mother was less than pleased at that- to say the very least, she was still happy to see Harry, and the third year started normally enough for them.
Things didn't quite stay that was, however, as something just as bad was about to happen- or possibly worse- than the trouble surrounding Professor Quirrel (their, *ahem*, now former defense against the dark arts teacher) and the Philosopher's Stone that was hidden within Hogwarts for protection. It just so happened that the school held an old secret. This secret revolved around stories about the so-called 'Chamber of Secrets'.
Rubbish, if you asked George. Him and his twin had explored every nook and cranny of Hogwarts, and there was no sign of it on the Marauder's Map.
Unfortunately, strange things were happening. Their own sister, Ginny, was acting oddly, and many students were falling victim to petrification. The twins weren't privvy to the details of the events that took place with Harry, Ron, and Ginny within the Chamber, but it was said to involve a Basilisk.
Following that year was another summer- bringing it's own interesting news. Apparently a man named Sirius Black had become the first to escape Azkaban Prison- a place guarded by frightful beings called dementors. This brought worry to the wizarding world, but much less so to George. A bit of worry was squeezed into him when dementors showed up on the Hogwarts express, though, and even more so when they showed up during a Quidditch match at school, causing Harry to fall off his broom during the game.
Later that year, during the time of the visits to a village known as Hogsmeade, the two finally decided that it was time to pass on their legacy. Well. Sort of. Enough, really... Since they had every corrider memorized, it was clear that Harry would make better use of the Marauder's Map than they would, so they presented it to him when they found he was banned from the trip.
The rest of that year had it's own twists and turns, mostly involving their brother, Ron. By the end of it, they did manage to return safely to the home of the Weasley's, The Burrow. Just another fun-filled year at Hogwarts, to them- even taking into consideration that each of them scored a three on their OWLs exam, which was much lower in comparison to all their siblings beforehand.
Yet another vibrant summer followed that term, as the Weasley's managed to obtain tickets to go see the Quiditch World Cup- a most exciting event. Harry and another of Ron's friends (and by extenstion, the twins' as well), Hermione Granger, were both invited to go as well. Picking up Harry from his relatives' home proved the perfect opportunity for the pair to try out something they had been working on in their room for some time- call it a bit of fun.
They left behind a peice of enchanted candy, aptly called Ton Tongue Toffee, where they knew Harry's cousin Dudley would pick it up. His tongue grew several feet after they had left, though they did receive a stern talking-to afterwards not that it mattered to them, really. This marked the first success of Weasley Wizard's Wheezes, a joke shop they planned on opening up together. Some of the younger Hogwarts students made excellent guinea pigs for that, actually.
Aside from their business antics, George and his brother had also taken to gambling at the Quidditch World Cup, where they had thought they won, only to discover that the bag of gold was actually leprechaun gold. Ah, payback's a bitch sometimes.
Though the tournament had some interesting moments involving 'Death Eaters' making an appearance, the school year more than made up with that with it's announcement: the Twi-Wizard Tournament, held once every five years, would he hosted at Hogwarts that year. Obviously, this was a chance that George wouldn't let himself miss-- depite being too young to enter.
Along with Fred, however, he sought to remedy that little issue! The two armed themselves with an aging potion, and made the attempt at crossing the magical line to put their names into the Goblet of Fire for entrance consideration. The prize money would be enough to help them launch their joke shop into business.
...Which failed. Spectacularily. Even though George learned that he was quite handsome with a two foot long, bushy, grey beard as a result.
Harry Potter, much to their jealousy, did manage to get his name entered- with no explanation as to how, either. Still, George was quickly over his jealousy, as it faded to wonder. Both supported Harry, and even though the tournament had much trial and a bittersweet end, they received an unexpected surprise- Harry had decided to give them the prize money, meaning they could open shop after all.
Following the next summer, there were-- you guessed it: more fun and exciting surprises. While the twins had more than enough work to occupy their time running their joke shop, Hogwarts was not so kind to them in their final year- where they were cursed lol puns with the misfortune of having the most obnoxious old toad TWO PUNS I'M ON A ROLL as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Despite the best efforts of the DA (Dumbledore's Army), a group started by Harry, she went about changing things- making rules so strict they didn't just border on ridiculous, but smashed the boundaries into an oblivion. This, of course, didn't sit well with George in the least, as he and Fred made their own plans. It was to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes or blast for them, and boy, did they ever go out in a blast!
A swampy blast, as it turned out. Summoning their brooms with the chains still attached, they flew out of Hogwarts with Umbridge shrieking after them. See, nobody cancels their Quidditch and gets away with it, nor do they threaten to punish them with whips. And who needs an education these days, anyways?
That was the gist of what they told themselves as they finally had enough money from running their shop to move out of The Burrow and into a flat above said shop.
Because of their experience with the DA, the twins also became a part of the Order of the Phoenix as well, now finally able to make a difference in the outcome of the Voldemort affair. Their first important task with the Order was to serve as decoys for Harry to travel safely from the Dursley house.
But, alas, things didn't turn out so well for George. The decoy team, which consisted of seven Harry Potter lookalikes, was scattered. One of those Harrys was George- whom was hit by a killing curse midflight, and woke up in Template's cathedral.
Sample Journal Entry:
Oy, this isn't the broomstick! [Takes a long look around] Never reckoned I'd be taking a detour. Best remember to send mum a postcard before I head back. Or a--
[Catches his reflection in a puddle] Brilliant! Simply brilliant. Either Harry got handsomer, or the potion turned me into Fred instead. Funny how that works; I always suspected we were identical. [Voice fades out into a cough as he notices all the 'muggles' walking around him, and mutters the rest]
Timing's downright awful, though. All the fun'll probably be over by the time I figure out this itsy problem. [Spies a muggle that doesn't seem busy and rushes up to him enthusiasically, hand shaking gesture and all- someone must have directions! They will be his, dammit!]
Good evening, most admirable sir! You won't mind if I borrow a moment of your ti-- [NPC walks away. Well. B|]
Lovely, that.
Sample Roleplay:
Now that... That was something special. George stared at the washing machine for a long while, trying to decide which nobbly thing started it, and how he'd turn the bloody muggle device off once it was done. It was no small wonder his dad had such a fixation with them.
Or, of course, there was the other option. This second, but certainly just as doable option, was a simple plan, really. Just not wash this clothes until someone else offers to do it for him. Brilliant, honestly. A few stinkbombs might speed up the trick. He couldn't afford to use magic, what with all the muggles living around him. Even though 'sorely tempted' was a bigger understatement than 'Snape doesn't wash his hair'.
Er. Well. Maybe not a bigger understatement than that, but it still came close enough.
A grin began playing across his face at the thought of Snape swimming in one of those washing machines, face pressed to the glass and making fish like expressions. And try as he might, the image never vanished. He'd have to remember to tell Fred about that one- maybe after he finished figuring out how to work the thing first.
Further inspection merited a dial, and a box of laundry detergent. Should be easy enough! Rather like potions class, this-- which brought the image of the swimming Snape back to mind far too abruptly for his liking. "Yes, well."
He made a throat clearing sound. "Let's give this ol' thing a shot, huh?"
Dumping half a box of the blue powder atop his filthy robes, George turned the dial up to the max (That way there was no doubt it's do a good job, he thought), and pulled the knob out.
Never expecting the overfilled washer to spit the whole load right back out at him as he did so.
"Ah, muggles," he sighed overdramatically, holding his arms out to drip blue water onto the floor. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em, can we?"
Yup, he was definitely showing this one to Fred.
Did you read the rules, Yes/No: stfu