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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"That can't be right," Sirius replied. "Look, you only met mum the portrait version but she was even nastier in real life. She can't have been nice to him. And dad wouldn't have given a house elf time of day. Reg, maybe but... But he hated me, you saw him," growled Sirius. "He always hated me. And I didn't do a damn thing or treat him any differently."

If Sirius really thought about it, he would have recalled that his mother had been kind to Kreacher in her own way, rewarding his good behavior and keeping him loyal to her and hence to the family. And Kreacher hadn't begun to dislike him until things had started getting really bad between him and the family. But he never found it easy to think clearly when it came to his family, and it stirred some uncomfortable deeply buried feelings to think that she'd had kindness in her for a house elf but not for him.

"But surely his friends keep him company too?" he asked, changing the subject. "Ron and Hermione are all right, aren't they?"

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"It's not like I have a watch on the house or anything, but as far as I know, Ron and Hermione spend a lot of time with him, yes." George said calmly. "And they're fine. Quite fine. More than fine, really."

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He nodded. "I know Molly was worried," he said, trying to hide the slight distaste for her, as he knew she was a good person who had been very kind to Harry. "Did you lot make it through all right?" he asked, concerned. He hoped they had, he liked the Weasleys quite a bit. Even if Molly needed to learn to mind her own business.

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"Bill had his face re-arranged by Fenrir Greyback," George said, a frown playing at his lips, "Fred is no longer with us," and, he quickly added, to avoid the subject of his twin, "And Perc stopped being a prat and is back in the family. Whether or not he's back in my father's will is something I haven't asked about."

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Simply the way George mentioned his twin in such an offhand manner made it apparant he did not want to talk about it, and Sirius certainly understood, but Merlin. He'd lost both a real brother and a brother in all but name in his time, and the pain of losing the latter had been exacerbated by the amount of responsibility he'd felt he'd had in the matter, but he still couldn't imagine how George must feel to lose a twin he'd been so close to. Sirius had really liked the twins-- they reminded him of the way things had been at Hogwarts before everything had gone to shit, when mischief and being cleverer than everyone else had seemed important. It sort of hurt to think that the two of them weren't spared the same sort of fates the Marauders had been.

"I'm sorry," he said simply, not specifying any further. "It's good about Percy, though. I always sort of hoped...that he'd come back."

Sirius had really been thinking more about his own brother, but that wasn't the sort of thought he ever planned to mention to anyone.

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An awkward silence fell between the two for a minute before George finally said, "I was looking forward to Christmas this year, actually. I was thinking of presenting Percy the gift of me not pranking him this year." He snorted in amusement, as if this idea was just absurd.