That's what friends are for (closed to George - And ANNIE! [arrival!])

[chosethem]

Really, Mitchell wasn't that surprised that Hermione had a boyfriend. She was Hermione (and didn't she marry Ron? He couldn't remember). But after exchanging messages, he headed to the Black Sheep, he ordered shots and beer, settling into a booth. Poor George. He had shite luck with women (except Nina of course. Whom Mitchell wouldn't bring up).

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[timeothemonth]

George walked in the pub with a long face, searching for Mitchell and once he found him, he plopped on the seat next to him.

"Ah, just what I needed."

He tossed the shot and then chased it with beer. "And how was your day?"

[chosethem]

"I didn't get my heart broken by Hermione," Mitchell noted, clacking a mug against George's. "Who's she dating, anyway?"

[timeothemonth]

"I didn't ask her that! Why would I ask her that?" George's voice rose a pitch.

Then he sighed, "It doesn't matter. I really shouldn't be looking at anyone when I have Nina waiting for me with the baby..."

Another shot. Another chaser.

[chosethem]

Mitchell squeezed George's hand, but he didn't say more, downing a shot himself, smacking his glass against the table as the liquor burned its way down.

"So," he said. "What's the news?"

[timeothemonth]

"Ah," and to that George smiled. "The bit of good news today."

First, George looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then he leaned closer to Mitchell.

"Hermione said I can take the potion. That it's safe."

[chosethem]

Leaning in, Mitchell lowered his voice too, "how does she know for sure?"

[timeothemonth]

"She asked magic people who've given it to," he grinned wider, "us muggles. And he spoke to Remus, too." The werewolf wizard.

[chosethem]

"But how do they know it will work on you," Mitchell asked. He didn't want George getting hurt. "Can we be sure?"

[timeothemonth]

"I don't know if it will work on me," he told Mitchell, frowning. "At least I know it's safe for me to try."

[chosethem]

"What will it do?" Mitchell asked. Again.

[timeothemonth]

"Well, first I was told that it tastes horrible." George made a face. "But - Mitchell - BUT - I will re-mem-ber." He stressed.

[chosethem]

Mitchell frowned back at him, contemplating this. "... do you want to remember, George?"

[timeothemonth]

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Wouldn't you want me to?" Then he realized that he said that a bit too loudly and lowered his voice again. "Remember the weekend? I could have finished you!" He whisper-yelled this time.

[chosethem]

"But you didn't." That was what mattered. "So, what? You would remember nearly finishing your best mate?"

[timeothemonth]

"No. No!" George shook his had emphatically. "Hermione said that I'll have control. That I can--" He inched closer to Mitchell to whisper, "I can take control of the wolf."

[chosethem]

"What if it's like ... "

Mitchell didn't finish that; George knew what he meant. The experiments. Lucy and the priest. And how that had turned out.