A few days after his
non-date that turned out to be very much a date and then kind of got weird because girls were sodding mental, George decided it was time to be proactive. To pull himself up by his bootstraps and try to figure out what the hell had happened.
So, he sent out a few owls. It was time for reinforcements.
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Owl to Fred )
Hopefully, though, Sirius, Fred, and Jim would be able to offer him advice. Not about the Quidditch pranks. Well, about that, too. But mostly about girls. In specific, what the bloody hell they were thinking. Because George was fairly certain that they could just chuck most of the classes at Hogwarts and instead offer a course into the twisted mind of women and it would be far more useful than, for example, Ancient Runes. Lot of rubbish, that.
((OOC: Posting order George-Fred-Jim-Sirius, so Siri doesn't have to cest sock with herself? XD))
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"Bloody hell, I - ...oh, oh, wait a moment, wait a moment! Yeeeessssss, there it is, there it is!" Fred turned towards George and held up one finger, which was now covered in hair. "It took about ten minutes to develop, but I think I've finally got the charm that appends the hair-growing lotion to the pants."
Fred's eyes had been fixed triumphantly on his finger, but now they flicked over to George. "Oi, cheer up, emo boy! You want my advice? Go on another date with this girl you're mooning over, but this time bring Percy with you. You can't help but look good in comparison next to him."
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He knocked on the twins' door, then hastily stepped aside -- after checking the floor to either side for traps. He liked the guys, but they were born tricksters, and he didn't trust them as far as he could throw Dwight.
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He came around the corner just in time to spot Jim's quick sidestep. "Nicely done," he remarked, nodding approvingly. "Probably just saved yourself from a Dungbomb attack. Unless, of course, they were anticipating your anticipation of their prank, in which case you're probably due for said Dungbomb attack any second now."
Grinning, he added, "You must be Jim. I'm Sirius. I'd shake your hand, but it's currently holding my wand just in case the Dumgbombs are pointed at me."
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Nodding them into some armchairs scattered about the room, he flopped back on his bed; this time, though, with a pair of boxers and a tube of Pustule Paste. "You blokes want anything to drink? We have soda, Firewhisky, some kind of juice we keep around in case Mum pokes her head in... Whatever you like."
Oh, right, manners. "Er, Jim, this is Fred. The less handsome twin." He beamed over at them. "Fred, this is my mate, Jim the Jew. Please be considerate of his religious preferences." Ta da! Molly would be so proud. "Now, do you reckon we should have the pustules on the arse as well? Or just keep it to a more frontal region?" Important questions!
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Before his brother could answer, he waved a hand dismissively. "Never mind, we'll work it out. Come on in - you, too, Sirius, it's good to see you. Have a seat, make yourself at home." Another pause, and then, "Oh, but don't sit on that over there." He gestured to a large purple beanbag chair off in one corner. "It's charmed to bite." Then he pointed to a wooden chair on the other side of the room. "And don't sit in that one either. It's just broken."
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He looked up as the door opened and gave George a nod. "Hey. I brought beer." He held up the aforementioned pack, moving into the room. He gave Fred a similar nod. "Shalom, man." Jim still wasn't Jewish, but there didn't seem to be any harm in keeping that joke up.
He glanced around at the off-limits chairs, then eyed the ones that were still fair game. He opted to lean against a desk, for the time being. "I think I'll opt to skip the pustules for now," he explained.
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Well, maybe not clean, but Sirius was used to boys' rooms. He walked over to one of the beds and tentatively lowered himself down in front of it. Nearest the beds was the safest place - unless the twins were pranking each other, which was quite possible. Ah well, it was always a crapshoot with Fred and George Weasley ( ... )
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Beer! "Cheers, mate," George grinned, taking two and tossing one at Sirius. "And the pustules aren't for you. New line of pranks. Very exciting."
A small, long box with a set of the camouflage charmed Extendable Ears was also passed to Sirius, and then George sat back and took a long sip of beer. "Right." Merlin, where to even start? "We went out, yeah? And it went...well." Other than the jumping off of roofs that the mun is too lazy to look up and link, but trust me, it's there and the running away. "We were heading in to the city to see a movie. And then, bam!" A completely puzzled expression on his face, George shook his ( ... )
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But still, nice guys.
"Women can be... tough, sometimes," he admitted to George. "Did... she want to talk at all about it?" If it had been Karen, they would have talked for hours about it.
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He shrugged and smiled darkly. "Women are the most confusing creatures on earth. If I had a choice between taking on a dragon inside a swarm of angry Doxies and fighting with Lily, I'd choose the dragon and the Doxies any day." The sad thing was, Sirius truly wasn't exaggerating.
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He missed the Quaffle and it rolled off his fingers, bouncing once on the floor and mooing like a cow. "And she did not want to talk about it. I had to chase after her. She's..." Infuriating? Intriguing? "Nutters."
Turning to look at Sirius, George shook his head. "Then why be with her, mate? I mean, Merlin, she makes me feel like my head is about to explode. No matter what I did, it was wrong! How is that even possible?"
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And then the big grin came out once more. Oh, it was an apt comparison, but Fred made it mainly because he knew it was also an extremely undesirable one to George.
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He was mostly here, he felt, in a listening capacity -- God knew he didn't have a lot of advice to dole out on women -- so he listened to George explain, and when Fred butted in he merely looked over at him. Well, until he said that last part, anyway. Then his brows lifted, his eyes darting to the camera side. "Okay then," he murmured under his breath.
Sadly, George really wouldn't have been the first guy he knew to date someone just like his mother.
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