RP: Have you gotten taller?
Date: 17 July 2005
Characters: Ron and George
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Ron stops by for a visit.
Completion: Incomplete
George had stayed a bit late at the shop, working with Fred on a new potion: an oil that would protect and heal burns. After all this time it still didn't seem normal that they would be working on potions to heal the very things they used to cause.
Then again, nothing had really seemed normal since the war started. But things were as close to normal as they had been in a long while, and George couldn't complain.
As soon as he'd gotten to his flat, he went to his kitchen, checking on one of the potions he'd left the night before. It had turned a vivid green, which should be right, and he added a few more ingredients, stirring clockwise and then counterclockwise before turning up the heat.
He was so absorbed in what he was doing, that the knock at the door surprised him. Was it time for Ron already? One of those fucking cats darted in front of him and he tripped over it on the way to the door, cursing, and resisted the urge to kick at the thing. He jerked the door open, grinning at his younger brother. "Fred just walks in. I'm not used to having to actually answer the door." He grabbed Ron's hand, pulling him into a quick hug. "How are you, little brother? It's been a while. You've not gotten taller have you?"
Characters: Ron and George
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Ron stops by for a visit.
Completion: Incomplete
George had stayed a bit late at the shop, working with Fred on a new potion: an oil that would protect and heal burns. After all this time it still didn't seem normal that they would be working on potions to heal the very things they used to cause.
Then again, nothing had really seemed normal since the war started. But things were as close to normal as they had been in a long while, and George couldn't complain.
As soon as he'd gotten to his flat, he went to his kitchen, checking on one of the potions he'd left the night before. It had turned a vivid green, which should be right, and he added a few more ingredients, stirring clockwise and then counterclockwise before turning up the heat.
He was so absorbed in what he was doing, that the knock at the door surprised him. Was it time for Ron already? One of those fucking cats darted in front of him and he tripped over it on the way to the door, cursing, and resisted the urge to kick at the thing. He jerked the door open, grinning at his younger brother. "Fred just walks in. I'm not used to having to actually answer the door." He grabbed Ron's hand, pulling him into a quick hug. "How are you, little brother? It's been a while. You've not gotten taller have you?"