GEORGE / WEASLEY.

GEORGE WEASLEY. TWENTY-SEVEN. FORMER GRYFFINDOR. FORMER TWIN. CO-FOUNDER, MANAGER, & PROPRIETOR OF WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES. " – I FEEL UNSPEAKABLY LONELY, AND I FEEL – DRAINED IT IS A BLANK STATE OF MIND AND SOUL I CANNOT DESCRIBE TO YOU AS I THINK IT WOULD NOT MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE. ALSO, IT IS A VERY PRIVATE FEELING I HAVE – THAT OF MELTING INTO A PERPETUAL NERVOUS BREAKDOWN. I AM OFTEN QUESTIONING MYSELF WHAT FURTHER I WANT TO DO, WHO FURTHER I WISH TO BE; WHICH PARTS OF ME, EXACTLY, ARE STILL FUNCTIONING PROPERLY – "

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– INTRODUCING GEORGE WEASLEY !

he/they – twenty-seven – proprietor of weasley’s wizard wheezes – former gryffindor

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ofmccnlight​:

           ❝   𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎   —   ❞   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗   ,   𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚑𝚎𝚛  fingers   around   the   sleeve   of   george’s   rather   sparkly   jacket   and   casting   wary   eyes   at   the   doorway   of   the   haunted   room   .   luna   would   call   herself   BRAVE   on   most   occasions   ,   though   her   father   and   friends   would   call   it   a   willful   refusal   to   demonize   anything   that   could   be   construed   as   misunderstood   ,   including   most   dangerous   creatures   and   plants   she’s   come   across   that   could   genuinely   be   labeled   as   scary   .   regardless   ,   her   own   ability   to   withstand   jumpscares   definitely   left   something   to   be   desired   .   ❝   —   promise   you   won’t   wander   off   .   ❞   she   says   ,   eyes   looking   both   stern   and   pleading   all   at   once   .   ❝   i   will   let   the   nargles   get   you   if   you   do   .   ❞   by   nargles   ,   she   meant   both   ginny   AND   mrs.   weasley   after   she   tattled   to   them   .   this   ,   of   course   ,   equated   to   about   the   same   thing   in   her   head   .

【   𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚘𝚠𝚕   𝚏𝚘𝚛  :   𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢  (  @gweaslcy​​)  】

“I promise.” George says with a laugh, “On purpose, at least.” Surprisingly enough, George had never had much of an issue with HAUNTED HOUSES. Perhaps they were all too similar to the sorts of elaborate charades he used to pull off with FRED – just one large TRICK that George could see through a little too well to be genuinely AFRAID. Though he understood how it worked ( for the most part ), George also didn’t think it was their place to ruin the FUN for anyone else – even as LUNA clung to their arm, preempting any frights that would no doubt be coming their way in a few short moments. “Though I do think that setting nargles on me is a little bit harsh.”

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dolors​:

not     quite     sure     whether     it’s     george’s     dubious     expression     paired     with     outlandish     costume     ,     or     whether     it’s     the     sheer     VOLUME     of     vodka     downed     in     such     a     short     timeframe     but     parvati     can’t     stop     the     snort     of     laughter     that     surprises     even     her          !          back     of     the     hand     𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬     to     her     mouth          (          she’d     took     enough     care     to     enchant     her     makeup     ,     ensure     that     careful     artistry     couldn’t     be     SMUDGED          )          to     stop     it     ,     but     it’s     too     late     .          “          the     grenadine     doesn’t     do     it     any     favours     ,     i’ll     be     𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝     with     ye’     .     tastes     a     bit     like     muggle     cough     medicine     ,     if     y’ask     me     .          ”

It’s something somewhat akin to SURPRISE that raises George’s eyebrows in response to PARVARTI’S chortle – what they’d provided was nowhere NEAR their best material, but they supposed it was a lot EASIER to come across as funny rather than obnoxious when those around you were filled with copious amounts of ALCOHOL. The idea of downing muggle COUGH SYRUP isn’t particularly appealing ( George had been UNFORTUNATE enough to have tried some during his youth – Arthur Weasley insisting the muggles knew what they were talking about when it came to curing the COMMON COLD ). “Maybe a wiser person would’ve said they’d steer clear at that point, but you’re lucky I’m not one.” They say with a wide grin, picking up one of the crimson-filled glasses and downing it in one go, face immediately contorting into something halfway between a GRIMACE and a LAUGH, “That is bloody disgusting, Patil, how many of those have you had?”

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chacswins​:

“Oh dear Merlin and Godric, it wasn’t that bad.” She scoffs, but barely fights back a smile at their childishness. Molly kisses their forehead, both just to play into their whining and really to make them feel better. “It wasn’t a lie, my dearest. It was rather…somewhat an omission of the whole truth. You would never sit down if I told you it hurt!”

“You don’t know my pain,” They say – still quite PURPOSEFULLY playing up the DRAMA of the situation, though they were left now with little more than a pinkish spot on their left arm and a half-eaten COOKIE. “It just felt... ick.” He says, before taking another bite of the cookie he’d been given in exchange for his compliance ( they’d almost been completely gone by the time George had summoned up the courage to visit the tent  – but their sister in law had GRACIOUSLY set one aside for him, chocolate chip flavour, of course ). “And an omission of the truth is just as bad as a lie – I’m pretty sure you’re the one who taught me that.” Even if George had never exactly taking this teaching on board.

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petriichvrs​:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   blackwood house, london   !

“oh, shit-” she doesn’t hear them approaching, but she certainly hears the clearing of their throat from the doorway behind her and jumps right out of her skin, in response. ginny might be far from an unsteady hand when she’s out on a quidditch pitch ( it’s KIND of why she’s been so successful - ) but she doesn’t stand a hope when she didn’t have that strong a grip on the clutched trinket, in the first place. it tumbles from her grasp amid a string of silent curses, hitting the floor with the very WORST sort of crunch. out loud ? a sheepish & entirely unconvincing, “you wouldn’t happen to know where the bathroom is, would you ?” 

APPARENTLY, old habits died hard. It was almost UNREASONABLE, George thought, to invite him to a giant, sprawling, ridiculously well-adorned mansion and NOT expect him to venture out of bounds to have a look around. Okay, INVITE was a strong word for how George had ended up here this evening – but a friend of a friend of a friend had brought him along, and he’d hardly been inclined to say no, now had he? Perhaps they shouldn’t have been SURPRISED, when, upon venturing down one of the expansive hallways looking for items that tickled their FANCY – they found that none other than GINNY had beaten them to the punch, nicked item tumbling unceremoniously from her hand as George clears his throat to give away his position. “Wouldn’t have a clue.” They say in response to Ginny’s ( obviously improvised ) line of questioning, before venturing further into the room, scanning it. “Find anything interesting?” They ask, picking up the item their sister had dropped, “Aside from... whatever the bloody hell this is?”

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dolors​:

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽          :          blackwood     house     ,     west     brompton     ,     london     . 𝙵𝙾𝚁          :          anyone     . 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂          :          open          (          @startertms​          )          .

“          blood     shot          ?          ”          initially     ,     parvati     had     eyed     crimson     liquor     with     plausible     suspicion          ;          cleverly     named          (          she     DOES     love     a     play     on     words          )          as     it     may     be     ,     she’d     held     out     𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎     that     it     could     be     anything     other     than     hangover     material     .          “          i     THINK     there’s          .     .     .          grenadine     ,     cranberry     juice     ,     and     vodka          ?          ”          (          at     least     ,     that’s     what     she’s     assuming     .     the     myriad     of     glasses     that     bear     striking     crimson     lip     prints     stand     𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬     of     her     attempts     to     figure     out     exactly     what’s     gone     into     them     ,     as     does     the     loose     grin     she     adorns     .          )

“Blood shot?” George repeats, brows raised somewhat SKEPTICALLY. They’d not been at the party long ( just barely long enough to make the rounds and give their costume the ATTENTION it deserved, but not nearly long enough for them to truly get into the swing of things with a pleasant buzz of ALCOHOL running through their veins ). He’s not sure WHY the crimson red liquid looks so dubious ( merlin knows that he’d consumed far WORSE in his life ), but he can’t help but eye the shot with an air of APPREHENSION. “Alright,” He says after a moment, “You’ve intrigued me, Parvati – besides, grenadine and cranberry juice are both sweet enough, so I can’t see this going too terribly for me.”

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ᴡʜᴏ : george weasley & molly weasley ( @chacswins​ ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ : appleby ᴡʜᴇɴ : october 10, 2021 – spooky scary blood drive

“That was thoroughly unenjoyable.” George says – frowning and sucking on the JUICE BOX one of the healers had been so kind as to give them after they’d graciously agreed to donate blood for the drive. They probably look much like a PETULANT CHILD, standing next to their mother and using their free hand to prod gently at the cotton swab that had been placed over their wound. “It hurt more than you said it would, mum.” He says, “You know I don’t appreciate lying.”

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ᴡʜᴏ : george weasley & rhea holiday ( @anxtherhxliday ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ : appleby ᴡʜᴇɴ : appleby autumnfest – ring toss game

“I used to be quite good at this, you know.” George says, chewing on their lip as they tried again to get the ridiculously small ring around one of the acromantula legs ( this would, unfortunately, be their fifth unsuccessful attempt in a row ), “I swear I did.” He laughs, shaking his head – maybe he was misremembering his childhood skill at the game, or perhaps he and Fred had somehow rigged it in their favour. “Alright, fine, I give up.” They throw their hands up, stepping away from the game and holding out the ring they’d collected to the next nearest person, “I think it’s impossible, but you’re welcome to try.”

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antigonai​:

one thing becomes extremely clear, far too quickly : george cares a a LOT more about the outcome of this thing than they do. for antigone, the winning has never been as important as the TAKING PART, as the journey of getting to the end - their answering smile is strained & just a little sheepish as they realise george means it and that, by the looks of things, they’re in for a much more intensive time of it than they thought they WOULD be, signing up. “i certainly am now,” comes stilted response, the fact that this is a very new resolve just barely disguised. don’t get me wrong : they really would give their all, especially now that george’s desire to WIN was so clear. they would’ve worn more comfortable shoes if they’d realised everyone was going to take it so seriously, though. “i think we have time for a little pep talk, emphasis ON the little - please, go ahead.” 

George grins wickedly – his TRACK RECORD when it came to competitions like this ( even fairly meaningless ones ) was... morally ambiguous, at best. He and Fred had never cared particularly much about winning FAIRLY – both of them had agreed early on that the taste of victory was just as sweet no matter how they acquired it ( actually, George would have argued – the feeling of having cheated and gotten away with it made any winnings feel just a touch more exciting ). Of course, Fred wasn’t here anymore – and George had quickly found that some people did care about following rules, so they were determined to at least try and win this thing on their own merit ( emphasis, however, on the try ). “Wicked,” He says, “This, dear Antigone, may be perhaps one of – if not, the – most important days of your life so far.” They pause, rubbing their hands together, “We need to be prepared for whatever this race will throw at us – winning, at all costs, is everything. This might involve sacrifice – it might involve sweat and tears, I hope not blood, but I can’t discount it.” They shake their head, faux gravitas breaking ever so slightly, “I believe we can handle it, but I need to know that you believe it, too.”

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ᴡʜᴏ : george weasley & antigone xu ( @antigonai​ ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ : appleby ᴡʜᴇɴ : october 10, 2021 – charity relay race

“Okay,” George says, already pumping themselves up as they get ready for the race – grinning excitedly at ANTIGONE XU. “I hope you’re prepared to give this your all, because, I for one, am in it to win it.” George had never considered themselves particularly competitive – but this had always been in comparison to their siblings, who managed to outshine him in this capacity. It seemed almost impossible to grow up with six siblings and not have a slight competitive streak – for George, it always tended to come out in events like this. “Do you want me to do a little pep talk or are you good?”

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dolors​:

george’s     presence     doesn’t     rankle     the     nerves     like     it     otherwise     would’ve     done     /     it’s     rather     calming     ,     in     all     reality     ,     to     be     put     into     PLACE     by     his     younger     sibling     .     he’s     come     to     terms     with     the     fact     that     on     a     good     day     ,     he’ll     serve     at     least     two     family     members          :          it’s     why     he     has     𝐍𝐎     𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     about     leaning     forward     ,     stealing     a     chip     or     two     from     george’s     bowl     without     so     much     as     a     ‘     please     ’     .

“          family     and     friends     discount     doesn’t     apply     to     gits     .          ”          the     roll     of     his     eyes     is     overdramatic     ,     a     little     histrionic     and     ENTIRELY     unnecessary     given     the     hint     of     a     grin     that     haunts     the     line     of     his     mouth     .          “          you’re     not     lying     ,     georgie     ,     you’re     just     telling     an     altered     version     of     the     truth     .     didn’t     seem     to     have     any     problems     lyin’     to     her     when     you     𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔     out     to     hogsmeade     in     your     second     year     at     school     ,     now     ,     did     you          ?          ”          accusatory     finger          (          bony     ,     accompanied     by     dishcloth     that’s     already     a     little     too     damp          )          just     about     𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐒     into     sibling’s     chest          !          “          i     took     the     fall     for     that     one     ,     remember          ?          technically     ,     you     OWE     me     .          ”

“Oi!” They protest, swatting Percy’s hand away just a second too late as he manages to pinch far too many chips from the bowl George has been working away at for the past several minutes, “I paid for those, you know.” He says it with a hint of annoyance that dissipates as soon as it comes, replaced instead, once again, with amusement ( one had to become quickly used to sharing food in the Weasley household, and it had never bothered George very much to be generous – even if these chips had been ridiculously overpriced ). 

“You wound me.” They say, exaggeratedly bringing both hands to their chest and leaning back with a sigh, though the hint of a grin never quite leaves their mouth, even as they quickly lean forward once again to defend themselves – elbows landing on the countertop with a decisive thud. “Are you still upset about that? I really wish you’d quit digging up the past, Perce, I thought life was all about living in the present. Besides, I think you’ll recall that Fred and I were very apologetic, I think we gifted you some of the sweets we nicked from Honeydukes.” The mention of FRED doesn’t go quite unnoticed, the name still leaving George’s lips just as casually as it would have were his twin still alive and breathing, able to throw jabs alongside him. They clear their throat, “So, if anything, I’d call us even.”

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captain-jxhnsxn​:

Laughter bubbled up through her chest before she could stop it. Poor Irene would not find this funny, but Angelina couldn’t help it. “It was definitely the red hair,” she said seriously. “You should wear a wig and a hat with a bunch of feathers next time.” The idea of George in wig with a feather hat was hilarious and something she could absolutely see them doing. (though she didn’t think that her fellow staff members would appreciate that)

After leaning her elbow against the table, she rested her head in the palm of her hand and gave him a grin. “What are you doing in St. Mungo’s anyway?” she asked. Her first thought was that the shop had blown up due to some experience or something. Glancing over him, she realized there was nothing to indicate that he had been in an accident, and he certainly wouldn’t be standing here if something of that magnitude had happened. (the healers here wouldn’t allow that) So, she assumed it was something minor. (there is a vague idea in the back of her mind that they might be here to see her because she is a healer, but she knows better than that) “Nothing, too serious right?” 

“Merlin, no wonder you don’t want to talk to her – if Irene unironically walks around in a hat with feathers all over it, indoors, in a hospital, she’s clearly extremely annoying.” George grins, still hanging off the edge of the door, swinging backwards and forwards on it. He immediately feels at ease in Angelina’s company – one of the perks, they suppose, of having known her for the better part of their life. “Of course, I myself would look fabulous in that get-up, so you can consider it done.”

“No, no, nothing serious, thankfully, I live to see another day.” He grins again, before fully committing and stepping into her office, throwing himself into one of the chairs haphazardly, sprawled out across it as though it were the first time they’d ever seen furniture and weren’t quite sure what they were supposed to do with it. “Turns out, there’s only so many times I can climb up on a wobbly old ladder before fate intervenes and tells me to get a new one,” They hold up their newly-healed wrist triumphantly, “Don’t worry, Healer Delacour-Weasley did an exceptional job of healing this up and scolding my poor decision-making, so you don’t have to.”

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accepting: headcanons / family members

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captain-jxhnsxn​:

location: st. mungo’s 

status: open

Angelina closed her appointment book and rested her forehead on the tips of her fingers. Stress was usually her best friend. She’d passed exams and crushed Quidditch games under an immense amount of stress. (But there was only so much a person could take.) With her work and everything that was going on with Lestrange, she felt like she was going to crumble under the pressure of it all. She shook her head. Angelina Johnson did not back down when things become tough; she just sucked it up and did her best. And that was exactly what she was going to do right now. Grabbing her appointment book, she opened a drawer and started to shove it inside when she heard footsteps at her door. She sighed. “I told you, Irene, Jamie doesn’t-” She stopped speaking when she glanced up, a frown on her face. “Oh, I thought you were someone else.” 

George didn’t like to call themselves ACCIDENT-PRONE – but, sometimes, accidents were just a side-effect of the way they went through life. He was somewhat adept with healing magic – having taught himself a little when he and Fred were younger to save them from having to report every mishap to their mum or Madame Pomfrey, but, even now, they were only properly proficient with healing basic cuts and scrapes – NOT the broken wrist they’d attained that morning after managing to topple off the ( comically tall ) ladder they’d been using at WEASLEY’S WIZARD WHEEZES. So, George had found himself at ST MUNGO’S to see his sister-in-law ( who had simply shaken her head and tutted something about reckless Weasleys – which he thought was a little unfair, despite being entirely accurate ).

They’d been trying to find their way back out of the maze that was this hospital when they’d passed by ANGELINA JOHNSON’S office – and they’d been unable to help themselves as they stuck their head through the open door to bother their old teammate. “Yeah, bloody hell, Irene, take a hint already.” He laughs, leaning against the doorway, “What gave me away? Should I wear a wig next time?”

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chhochang​:

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: open ( @startertms​. ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: outside cho’s home, wix london.

if it wasn’t for the extra added protective charm that cho insisted on having to keep her home feel more secure, she’d currently be inside the comfort of her own home rather than standing outside, muttering incantations to herself. it was almost humorous how often she found herself in situations much like this one. and if she wasn’t desperate with getting in, she could see the humour in it all. she laughed, dryly, bringing a hand through her hair as she huffed. “ yes, i am locked out. ” she started flatly after feeling a set of prying eyes on her. cho decided to exclude the fact that this was her own home on purpose, maybe it seemed less ridiculous that way. she wasn’t sure. “ you wouldn’t happen to know any one of those lock picking tricks, do you? bobby pin, paper clip… screwdriver, or something like that? ”

“Again?” George laughs – truthfully, their ability to appear as Cho was having some sort of embarrassing crisis was almost UNCANNY at this point, but they had been in the neighbourhood specifically to see her, so it seemed the cosmic powers-that-be weren’t out to get Cho too terribly today. Then again, George still wholeheartedly intended to hold this over Cho for some time. “Why don’t you start writing these things down?” He asks, though George was hardly one to talk in this respect – he’d had to discontinue products at the store in the past purely because he’d forgotten how he’d made them. “Darn,” They say, snapping their fingers together, “I seem to have left my lock-picking kit in my other trousers.” He laughs, shaking his head, “Have you got a bobby pin?”

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dolors​:

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽          :          the     leaky     cauldron     ,     approximately     45     minutes     after     his     shift     was     meant     to     start     . 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂          :          open     .          (          @startertms​​          !          )

how     many     fucking     times     has     he     told     tom     that     he’s     not     a     morning     person     ,     that     rostering     early     shifts     is     certain     doom          ?          percy’s     cursing     him     something     INCREASINGLY     violent     as     he     𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬     the     door     open     ,     half     -     cold     coffee     in     hand     and     someone     else’s     name     tag     crooked     underneath     his     jacket     .          (          london’s     watery     autumnal     offerings     hadn’t     prompted     him     any     earlier     out     of     bed     ,     and     neither     had     six     alarms     .     the     result     is     MISMATCHED     socks     and     a     jumper     that     rides     three     centimetres     too     high     ,     bright     flush     across     the     planes     of     paled     countenance     and     a     𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚑     smile     when     one     of     his     coworkers     raises     an     expectant     eyebrow     .     you’re     late     ,     again     .     it’s     a     look     he’s     come     to     learn     like     the     BACK     OF     HIS     HAND     .          )          one     of     these     days     ,     he’s     going     to     wring     tom’s     neck     .

“          so          —     -          ”          both     hands     plant     on     the     bar     and     he     twists     one     of     those     smiles     ,     completely     charming     /     shameless     .          “          next     one’s     on     me     if     you     tell     tom     i’ve     been     here     for     an     hour     now     ,     and     that     i’m     an     𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒     𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡     .          ”          a     plea     punctuated     by     a     sip     of     his     LUKEWARM     cappuccino     and     a     crease     between     brows     ,     he’s     relying     on     disheveled     wiles     and     the     𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄     of     free     beverages     to     carry     him     through          !

No matter how many times they witness their brother stumble into work, LATE and disheveled, it will never cease to be ENTERTAINING for George. Sometimes, it was strange to think about this Percy – someone so different to who he’d been just a few years ago ( though different for the better, George liked to think – he didn’t find himself constantly at odds with this Percy ). It wasn’t UNCOMMON to find George in the LEAKY CAULDRON at this time – the store was generally quiet during the mid-morning, and George would often take the opportunity to take a break and grab something to eat ( they trusted Cordelia to look after the store for a little while, at the very least ) – the Leaky Cauldron just happened to be one of the more convenient locations that George was familiar with.

“But Perce,” He replies, an impish grin already settling into place across his features, “You know mum didn’t raise us to be LIARS, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.” They take a sip from their drink and shovel a few fries into their mouth before continuing, “Maybe if you’d just stuck with being on time, but going so far as to call yourself an ‘absolute delight’ might be too great a stretch of the imagination, even for me.” A pause, “I’ll take that free drink, though, friends and family discount still applies – right?”

[gweaslcy]

herisen​:

there is APPARENTLY something different about tonight than the other ministry balls. harry has heard grumblings among his friends ; apparently they had better seats, private tours, all sorts of things. harry can’t say he’s too upset - being seated in the back means he can spot people coming and vanish into a crowd a bit easier than if he was front and center. when a familiar voice ( MISSING A PARTNER, ODD TO TURN AND JUST SEE ONE, JUST HEAR ONE LAUGH AND NO QUICK QUIP TACKED ONTO THE END OF THE SENTENCE LIKE SECOND NATURE ) harry turns to look at them with a…tentative smile.

he isn’t sure how to act around george alone anymore. not - not like this. not when fred could have come back, maybe. sometimes harry’s skin feels like an ill-fitting disguise ; sometimes his body feels as though it aches for the grave it ought to be in - and never so much as when he looks and george and expects fred at their shoulder. “that bad, huh?” he smiles faintly, “can’t say i’ve ever been to a ministry function that was much fun.”

George wasn’t quite sure when it would stop being STRANGE that HARRY POTTER was here – walking and talking and IMPOSSIBLY ALIVE. Death had always seemed like a finite end to things ( well, there were ghosts, but their existence was so other that George didn’t really know whether it counted as dead or alive ), but Harry, being HARRY, of course – had gone and proven even this to be a falsity. 

“It’s awful, this year.” They tried not to dwell on Harry’s return too often – it was met with extremely MIXED emotions – joy, of course, at someone so close to family suddenly returning after years in the grave, but it was accompanied by a note of something else they couldn’t quite place – bitterness, perhaps, that it hadn’t been FRED who’d returned, but also a frustrating hint of HOPE that maybe whatever had happened to Harry could, one day, be replicated. “We’re usually treated like celebrities, given VIP access and all that – can’t say any of it was ever very interesting, but y’had to appreciate the thought.”