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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"Just call me swiss cheese, Mister Potter." George couldn't help but laugh at James' lack of tact. "It got hexed off a while back. It's a good conversation starter, though, innit?"

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Well, James was pleased to note that George seemed to take it with good humour. "I'll say," he said. "Was it Voldemort, or one of his lackeys?"

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"One of our lackeys, as it turns out. According to Harry, Snape missed and hit me. He was working undercover for the Order and I got hit instead of someone else." He explained, sounding slightly bored- he'd obviously been asked this before.

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"Sni - Snape?" James asked. He knew that Snape was a Death Eater, through and through, and though recently, Snape had been showing up at Order meeting and Dumbledore seemed to trust him, James didn't trust him at all. Lily had talked to him once or twice, telling him that maybe Snape really was a good guy, James couln't believe it, and sometimes Lily didn't seem all that convinced either. His being a Death Eater had really hurt her, shaken her trust in him, and as much as she was trying to trust him, she couldn't do it completely.

"You sure he was really aiming for someone else?" James asked bitterly.

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"According to Harry, Snape has been working for Dumbledore for a while now." George frowned, trying to think. "He said that Snape had some reason, but never said what it was... Anyway, yeah. Snape was aiming for someone else, Harry's sure. He saw Snape's memories before he died."

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James frowned. He could imagine the reason, but he bit his tongue. "Before he died?" James said, looking quite horrified. "Before who died?! Harry died?!" It took him a moment to remember that George had said that Harry had made it out alright, and calmed somewhat, though he was sobered somewhat. "Snape died?"

He wasn't sure how he felt like that. On one hand, he could really care less, on the other hand, Lily would be quite upset to hear it. For the first time since she left, he was glad she wasn't here.

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"Harry said that Voldemort set his snake on Snape...it was really bloody." George frowned, not having a taste for blood in the least. "He was a bit of a hero, Snape was."

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James frowned as well, trying to take it in. Snape, somewhat of a hero. It didn't seem to sit right with him, but he decided to change the subject.

"So, your sister, Ginny. Which House was she in?" He knew that most Weasley's were in Gryffindor, but this was a completely different generation, and though Bill was getting ready to go to school, he hadn't quite made it yet.

James could care less about blood, but house was some something he quite prided himself on. As long as Ginny wasn't in Slytherin, he supposed he'd be fine with Harry seeing her, but he'd be even more elated if she was in Gryffindor as well.

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"If she's got red hair and freckles, I think she's required to be in Gryffindor." George was happy to talk about his family, rather than about more depressing times. "Every last one of us made it into Gryffindor."

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"That's fantastic!" James said. "Your oldest brother, Bill, still had a year or two before Hogwarts, so I wasn't sure if you guys would turn out like all the other Weasleys." He beamed. "I hear Harry's last girlfriend, Cho Chang, was a Ravenclaw. I guess it's better than Slytherin, but you just can't beat Gryffindor."

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"Harry's last gir- oh, her." George laughed. James' information was a little behind, he had forgotten. "Harry's going with my sister now. They had broken up for a while, but last I heard they were getting together for her birthday coming up."

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"I'm glad to hear it!" James said. "I had always liked the Weasleys. Your mum's a great cook, I hope your sister inherited that." He grinned. "Lily was a so-so cook, and I can barely boil water, so I'm sure that Harry's just as terrible."

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"I don't think Harry inherited his mother's cooking prowess, not that I've ever seen him try." George tried to imagine Harry cooking a Christmas hen or something spectacular and nothing seemed to come to mind except a smoldering pile of ashes on a plate. "But Ginny probably has mom's cooking skills. Hell, I have some of them, I'm not bad at baking things."

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"Really?" James said, looking somewhat pleased. "We have a ton of muggle stoves here, do you know how to work them?" As good as some of the food here was, he'd love to have some real, wizard cooking. He half wished there was a house elf here to do it.

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"We'll find out, won't we?" George snorted, remembering in years long past when his father had brought home a muggle stove. They'd given up on it only hours later.