Application for George Weasley

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George had quickly learned, upon an attempt at returning to normal life, that closing up shop at Number 93 Diagon Alley was one of the tasks made harder without his twin. The Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes shop was as popular as ever, and any given day at closing, there were at least fifteen people in the shop. Normally Fred would help him force everyone out the door at the end of the day and while he counted the day’s totals, Fred would re-stock the shelves.

Upon shutting the door on one last customer with a cheery “thanks for the business!” he turned to find himself in a completely different area. Outside, even. Standing in front of a talking mouse.

Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

“George Weasley.” The redhead answered plainly with a grin. What could he do? Maybe he’d smacked his head on something when he turned around.

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

“Quest?” George snorted, looking at the pink-and-purple feline. “Well, we’ve already been rid of Voldemort. I guess the next mission is to make the Weasley family filthy, stinking rich.” He laughed.

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

“That Fred was alive again,” He said quickly. When he realized that the question was hypothetical, he thought the other two out a little more carefully. “All the innocent people who Voldemort and his lackeys killed off, I want them back, too. And three… for the Chudley Cannons to finish first in the league.” After another moment of thought, he added, “Though that one’s probably as ridiculous as the first two.”

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

“Something like, ‘Look, if you’re really trying to pull a trick on me, you’ve got to work a little harder than that.’” The red-headed man laughed. "Seriously, trying to trick me?"

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

“Another revolution?” A frown played at George’s lips again, but he smiled it away. “I guess some good fireworks and good fun, and not half-bad magic skills, if I do say so myself.”

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

“The odd one out, of course: White.”

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

“Uh.” George frowned, thinking his way carefully through the list. “I’m going with fairies- though they can be nastly little buggers, they make wonderful Christmas tree-toppers- and humans, because they’re either amazing heroes or amazing gits.”

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"

“There’s a joke in that sentence, I’m sure there is,” He said, rummaging through his robes. “But, no, I don’t think there’s anything sharp in here.”



((Hey, guys! It's Katu, ex-Jack-mun and here to app our lovely Weasley twin. I've chatted it over with Sizi and Kaira and Meg and stuff and we're all cool. Hopefully I haven't forgotten anything else? Oh! I've pulled George from about a year after the defeat of Voldemort. So, he's ear-less and Fred-less. Yes. Is there anything else? I swear, I'm forgetting something.))

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[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

James recognized the name right away, though the last time he had seen the twins, they had been only two.

He gave pause when he heard that Fred was dead, and wondered how long ago - how fresh the wound still was, though he was sure that loosing a twin was something that would never fully heal. He never had an actual blood sibling, but Sirius was close enough, and if Sirius had ever died...

"Hey, George," James said, walking up and giving him a bit of a smile. "Remember me?" He paused. "Actually, you probably don't."

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George turned at the sound of his name and stared. "Well. I would say here, 'Blimey, how could I forget Harry Potter!', but I notice that you're not fitting the bill entirely, seeing as you're sans scar." George's line of sight was fixed where the lightning bolt should have been. "I'm going to go with the polite way of doing this, which is, 'Hello, my name is George Weasley, and you are...?'"

[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

"James Potter," James said, offering his hand. "Harry's dad. He's okay then? He defeated Voldemort?"

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Before getting to the subject of, Why, hello, Mister Potter, you look awfully young to be Harry's father... George offered a huge grin. "Voldemort is... how do you say... pushing up the petunias. Harry took him down."

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James let out a very loud whoop of joy, and looked very, very close to glomping George right then and there. "That's my Harry!" he said cheerily. "Wait 'til I tell Pa - Sirius!"

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"Sirius?" George stared. "Wait, wait." James Potter is dead. Sirius Black is dead. Am I dead? Hold on. The train of thought started rolling down the line until it hit an obvious conclusion: Is Fred here, too? "Sirius Black is here?" He had to make sure he had heard it right, first.

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Sirius only needed to hear the words "George Weasley" before he came running. The rest of what George said was something of a blur to him, so eager was he to find someone who might have news about the loved ones he'd left behind. But he heard something about being rid of Voldemort, at least he hoped he'd heard it, and he could only pray that it was true and that Harry had lived through the experience.

"George!" shouted Sirius as he came nearer. He saw that George was certainly older than he'd been when Sirius had last seen him, so George must have come after the Department of Mysteries. "Harry! Is he all right? Did you say Voldemort is gone? Was Harry the one to-- did he make it?"

It was taking all his willpower not to grab George by his collar and shake the information out of him.

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"Calm down, man!" George was happy to see another familiar face. "Take a deep breath. Harry's obnoxiously peachy and quite keen. Voldemort's dead- Harry took him on and took him down." He tried not to look too worried, because now he was starting to wonder if he'd dropped dead from a heart attack or something, as he was talking to another dead person.

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Sirius felt as though his chest might burst from sheer relief. He reached out to shake George's hand but then changed his mind and hugged him instead, forcefully but briefly, laughing the whole while. "Thank you, mate, I'm so glad. He got out of it all okay, though, did he? Wasn't too hard on him? And, and the others in the Order, did they fare all right? Obviously not everyone, I know, but last I saw things looked pretty tight in the Department of Mysteries and I just wanted to make sure...everyone...got out okay," he said, gulping nervously. Remus was the only one he really cared about, but he couldn't bring himself to straight out ask when the answer mattered to him so much.

The odds for Remus weren't that great, he knew. As long as Harry was all right, well...he'd be okay.

"How'd Harry manage it, anyway?" he asked.

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Ducking out of the hug, George smiled. He wasn't really sure where to begin. "Yeah, everyone got out of the Department of Mysteries pretty okay. Have you been here that long?" The earless Weasley eyed him. He didn't really look any older than the day he'd died, so... "You asked about Harry, though. He was brilliant, I'll just say that first off. It's sort of complex, but..." George launched into the most abbreviated version of what Harry had told him. It didn't take long, and he realized only as he finished that he had said it all very fast, eager to spread Harry's story to someone who had never heard it before. All he could think of to add to it at the end was, "And now he's living at Grimmauld Place." He offered an apologetic grin and rubbed the back of his head. "That's the abridged version of it, anyway."

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius nodded, his smile faltering slightly but not much. He hadn't missed that there was something evasive in George's words, and he knew whatever it was, it would be bad. But he didn't want to ask now, not when he could be happy for Harry.

"I've been here about a year. You look like it's been longer than that to me, but time moves strangely here. How long has it been for you?" And scrutinizing George, he added "Merlin, what happened to your ear?"

Sirius listened to Harry's story carefully, swearing under his breath at the parts that sounded dangerous and sighing with relief and joy at the end of it. "That boy," he said, shaking his head. "It doesn't surprise me in the slightest. I'm really glad. What is he up to now that he isn't fighting off dark wizards anymore? Other than his baffling choice of home, of course. You'd think the hero who saved the wizarding world could afford someplace less infected with doxies and my mum."

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"You've been...er, gone, for about four-ish years now. Well, I guess that's in our time, anyway. And... as for the ear," He never really did tire of the joke, "Just call me 'His Holeyness, Saint George'. It got hexed off just over a year or so ago. Can't do anything about it, except make fun of it." Though he said this, he shifted his head in such a way that his violently red hair covered the hole in his head.

"I think he's taken the past year catching up on sleep, or something. He's trying to take it easy... he's got company in Kreacher, at the very least. I've heard talk about him working as an Auror, but I'm not sure if he's going after it or not."

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"You must be from the same world Mister Potter is from," Strange said decisively on his approach. In truth, he had no idea; there could be any number of worlds where fairies were pests, he supposed, but he chose to take a guess and see if he was right.

"Where I come from they aren't quite small enough to be Christmas tree toppers," he continued. "Though I am curious as to how you manage to force them into stillness long enough to top a tree."

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"That's right, we are from the same world, though, I can't say we're from the same time." George smiled. "And, yeah, they don't really sit still, but they seem to like the trees well enough, just as long as they get to leave after the holidays." He extended a hand. "Name's George Weasley, and you are...?"

[quite-ironical.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, Strange was beginning to grasp the lack of regard for time in this place, so the response did not put him off very much. "That does seem to be the way of things here. I had a certain amount of difficulty grasping it myself on my arrival, seeing as I am something of a novelty here."

He was more used to bowing than shaking hands; it tended to be more of a layman's action from his perspective, but it was only right to accept, and so he did. "Jonathan Strange," he said, inclining his head and shaking once. "Where I come from I am called a magician rather than a wizard. I assume you are one? A wizard, that is?"

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"That's me, George Weasley, wizarding extraordinaire." George felt for his wand in his robes, relieved to find it in his left pocket. He'd been worried he'd left it behind.

[quite-ironical.livejournal.com]

Strange could make no judgement on the young man's attestment to his own skill, having seen nothing of it, so he merely nodded in an amused fashion, as any placating gentleman in his position would. "There seem to be many of you about. I don't suppose that means you have any insight into what this place might be, for your part?" He was assuming a negative answer, but it never did hurt to ask.

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"Sorry, I've got no clue. I think it's just chance that there are a lot of wizards wandering around here." George frowned. "Wish I could be of more help."

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"Hi! I'm Calvin. You've only got one ear. How come you've only got one ear?"

[saintweasley.livejournal.com]

"Because it was blasted off. How come you have a tiger on your head?"

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

((Fair warning, I haven't read this app or the comments so apologies if Mickey is weird...))

"Okay, George. You ready to find out which of our excitin' lands you'll be livin' in?"

[saintweasley.livejournal.com]

"Sure," George said half-heartedly, looking at the mouse. "What've you got?"

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"We've got eight neato lands that you could live in." Mickey ticks them off on his fingers and there are just enough fingers for lands.

"There's Adventureland for tough guys and gals, Tomorrowland for people of the future, Critter Country for critters and the people who love 'em, Toon Town (that's where I live), Fantasyland is a magical place, Main Street for normal folks, New Orleans Square which is a little spooky, and Frontierland for those folks who are on the edge and in between. If you could choose your home, where would you want to be?"

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"How about that one... er, Toon Town?" George grinned. "I like the sound of that one."

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Neato! I think you'd fit right in. Okay, I'll put you in Toon Town. Your mail will go to George (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/tag/george). Welcome to the Happiest Place on Earth!"

((And contact info here (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_backstage/1307.html) if you please. :D))