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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"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...?"

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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.

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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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"As do I," Strange said with a touch of melancholy. "I assume that this place must be run by magic, but I have yet to suss out what is in control. It is rather tiresome."

He pauses at his next question, feeling the scar over his eye tingle, perhaps in sympathy. It isn't very prudent of him, but Mr Weasley's initial response to the revolution question was so similar to his own, it led him to wonder.... "I hope you will pardon my rudeness, but... your ear? Is it a war injury?"

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"I guess you could say that, yeah." He smiled, as if to prove the old wound didn't bother him. "Blasted off by...not-quite-friendly-fire. And it was dark magic, so...it wasn't really possible to heal back. Not that I miss it too much, it's good for jokes." He paused, thinking of Fred. "The only thing is that you can tell me and my twin apart now."