chaotic good

george weasley. gryffindor alumni. co-owner of weasleys’ wizard wheezes.

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kvtiebell:

katie knew fred was a touchy subject for george, as it should be. it wasn’t the best subject for her either, but she believed if she brought up his name every once in a while, it would bring the both of them farther along in the healing process. the process was pretty slow for katie, honestly. she didn’t have much time to even think about fred, which was bad. she was either working, or hanging out with george, or helping ron– the list was neverending. she did like to think about him every now and then though. it hurt, but it would only help the healing. “oh, you were very plastered, mr. weasley.” she teased with a grin, wiggling her finger at him. “there’s some things that you did that night that i remember, and haven’t told a soul. there’s also things that i did that i will never tell a soul, because they were quite embarrassing.” grabbing his hand she glanced around the streets, her eyes spotting an alley not too far away. “alright, the three broomsticks it is. i don’t feel like getting into much trouble, anyways. we’ll save exploiting the wizarding world for another night.” with the smile still on her face she walked towards the alleyway, apparating with george as soon as they hit the darkness of it. once at the three broomsticks she squeezed his hand gently before letting go, looking at him with a smile. “buy me a drink, and we’ll see if any of those stories will get told.”

his eyebrows raised at her revealing to him that he’d done some things that night that were quite embarrassing. he was very curious as to what he’d done. did he try dancing with the statue of the architect of hogwarts again? did he try making out with a girl from another house that he didn’t even know? did he attempt to skinny dip in the black lake? bloody hell. he certainly hoped not, although he wouldn’t put the idea past his drunk self. drunk george did more idiotic things than sober george, and he knew it. but more importantly, what had she done that night? he had to know. he followed her and let her take charge of their apparition trip to the three broomsticks. at her ultimatum, he smiled. “very well, miss bell.” he took her hand in his again and pulled her along with him as he went up to the bar to order their drinks. he leaned against the bar top and waved over the bartender with his free hand, never letting go of katie’s hand in his other. “i’ll have two glasses of single malt whiskey for me and the lady here.” he looked back at katie. a sly smile crept upon his face. “alright. would you like to share some stories now?”

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kvtiebell:

katie rolled her eyes as his teasing words filled her ears, shaking her head to give him his answer. “some us of us don’t work in a joke shop, george.” she said with a small smile, walking out of the doors of the hospital. the building was disguised in the muggle world, so that’s where they were now. “and i’m not bashing you for that, you and fred created an amazing company and i will stand by you forever about that. i’ll even help at the shop occasionnally. i just can’t put myself in a position where i could harm anybody.” turning around she looked up at george, feeling a small twinge of sadness. he wasn’t fred, but that was okay. she knew they were never the same person and loved them both equally for different reasons. but, she had promised fred that if anything happened to him, she’d look after george. of course she didn’t mind at all. this is what she was living for now. “boohoo, you know you’ve seen me off the walls. your seventh year, my sixth. halloween night. if you don’t remember, that’s your fault.” she grinned widely and reached up to brush some hair from his face– a natural reaction for her by now– before taking a step back. “alright. drinks out in the muggle world, or drinks at the three broomsticks?”

at the mention of his twin brother, george felt a horrible pang in his chest. he fell silent and turned his head away from katie, trying to pull it off as nothing more than him viewing the muggle surroundings. no matter how much time had passed since the battle of hogwarts, since... the unexpected thought and conversation of fred still hurt him more than anything else. he was sure he’d never get over it. he couldn’t. he looked back at her when she mentioned halloween night of his seventh year. he tried to remember the night, but halfway through it his memory was foggy. he didn’t even remember how he got back to his own bed that night. “i don’t know how i’m supposed to remember this. that happened during my seventh year, katie. i was probably just as plastered, if not more.” the smile that followed after her brushing his hair was a genuine one. he couldn’t help or stop it. it was katie, after all. whether he liked it or not, she had that effect on him. “the muggle world? oh no, i can’t promise i won’t end up doing something stupid with magic, and me ruining the statute of secrecy would be your fault.” his smile widened. “definitely the three broomsticks.”

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ofronalds:

      it wasn’t even like he was drinking for his usual reasons — fred wasn’t even the one on his mind, though as soon as he heard george’s voice, ron’s eyes closed instantly. he wanted to block out any little thought of fred, especially with his brother here now. “he could have walked away then. he didn’t have to keep listening to me.” the boy shrugged as if it was no big deal. ron yawned, rubbing at his eyes as he finally looked up at george. maybe he should have been getting home, but he really didn’t want to move. “one drink with me? c’mon.”

“he’s the bartender, mate, he’s forced by contract to listen to you and every other drunk in here ramble on about total nonsense.” he smiled down at ron. he knew he shouldn’t drink with him and he should insist on just taking him home to make sure he was safe in bed and in one piece, but what harm could one drink do to him? to the both of them? they’d be fine. “are you sure ickle ronnikins can handle one more drink?” his smile turned into a smirk before he plopped down on the seat beside his brother. “okay, just one. but you’re paying.” 

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kvtiebell:

hearing george reassure her that he wasn’t injured she felt herself relax, letting her hands rest in his. george and katie’s relationship was quite the confusing one. katie really tried to be obvious about how she felt about it–constant flirting, always asking him around to hangout, even talking to ginny about him. but, he was still so oblivious to it. it could get on her nerves sometimes but at the end of the day, this was george. she couldn’t stay mad at him forever. a smile broke out onto her face and she nodded, squeezing his hands. “i would love to ge a drink with you, george. i probably won’t drink a lot, i’ve got an early shift in the morning. but i can just take care of your drunk ass like always.” she teased, letting go of his hands to motion towards the breakroom. “i’m actually about to clockout and then we can go. just stay right here.” she quickly moved to go into the breakroom, changing her clothes and gathering her things. within minutes she was back, taking her hair out of the bun it had been in. “you ready?”

george liked holding katie’s hands more than he liked to admit. he knew it was probably ridiculous and that she most likely didn’t even think about it as much as he did. maybe not even at all. “as always, work instead of fun. i should’ve known.” he playful rolled his eyes at her teasing remark. leaning up against a wall, he watched as she walked off and waited for her return. he didn’t know why she always took care of him when he ended up a little too far gone – thanks to the alcohol – but he was grateful. it could have been anyone else, or maybe no one at all, but he was truly glad it was her. he loved spending time with her, another thing he liked more than he wanted to admit. when he saw her walking towards him once more, he pushed himself off the wall. “ready as i’ll ever be. are you sure you don’t want to let loose this evening? i don’t remember the last time i saw you plastered.” he thought for a moment, trying to remember all the times they’ve drank together. “actually, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you plastered before.”

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kvtiebell:

the day had been quite a stressful one here at saint mungos– there had been multiple people affected by a stir-crazy dragon, and the healer was most certaintly on edge. she had been tending to the patients all day, doing her best to keep a smile plastered on her face. the smile was what she was known for. the patients said it always made them feel welcome, always made them feel like they were at home. she had just gotten done with a small emergency and was on her way to the breakroom when she heard the voice she knew all too well say her name. she turned immeadiately and her eyes began to scan george for any injury he could have. “george! what are you doing here?” worry was laced into her voice as she moved her hands to check his arms, face, neck– he never checked in on her at work, so there must be a problem. “are you okay? where did you get hurt at?”

his eyebrows raised as katie began examining him as if he were one of her patients. “what?” a smile formed on his face as he let out a chuckle. he shouldn’t have expected anything different coming from her. after all, she was one of the few who spend a lot of her time looking out for him away from the hospital. though, that factor wasn’t going to stop him from poking some playful fun at her. “do you really think that low of me? i’m pretty sure if i came in here injured i’d have lost an arm or my other ear. most likely unconscious too.” he grabbed her hands away from his neck and held them, an attempt to relax her a bit and to stop her from treating him like a patient. “i came here to ask you if you’d like to grab a drink with me after work. i didn’t know when you’d be off, but i thought i’d come by and ask anyway.”

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      “ — but wait!! that’s the BEST PART.”  a slightly intoxicated ron basically yelled throughout the bar, waving his hands around as he continued speaking to the bartender. “it’s like a cartoon, right? and they’re lions that can talk… but simba – the baby lion — the one i was telling you about? his dad dies. MUFASA DIES.” the bartender was only nodding at ron, clearly knowing exactly what he was referring to, but also not caring at all. “bloody hell, mate.. i cried and cried. it broke my heart — oh and i’ll have another one of these.” ron pointed to the bottle he was drinking from before pointing down the bar at someone else. he couldn’t make out who it was, but they looked familiar. “and get them a drink.. on me.”

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after stepping into the bar, george’s eyebrows furrowed together with worry at the sight of his younger brother. was this what he looked like when katie took care of him? or was he worse? he walked over to ron and lightly placed his hands on the other’s shoulders. leaning down closer, he asked, “are you sure those drinks are a good idea, mate? you know, you bloody spoiled the whole movie for everyone who hasn’t seen it. what if this striking lad here—” he gestured to the bartender. “wanted to watch it later when he went home? now he won’t experience the thrill and heartache of it because you told him what to expect.”

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@kvtiebell

george took an apparition trip to the front of st mungo’s hospital. the day had been exceptionally long and tiring, and he could only think of one person he’d like to spend the evening with. he made his way inside the building. he looked around and took a deep breath, trying his best not to think about the reasons why people checked in here. george walked toward the front desk. he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out the moment his eyes fell upon the exact person he was looking for. a smile tried to form on his face, though he tried to stop it before it could turn into a real, wide one. should he call out for her? or would that get her in trouble if her shift wasn’t over? he decided to take a chance, hoping with all his might he wouldn’t get her in trouble while she was at work. “katie!” he called out in an even volume; he didn’t want to grab the attention of others.

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hey pals! it’s naz, here to bring you my second child, george weasley. buckle up y’all, i hope you’re ready for this emotional rollercoaster ride. (spoiler alert: i’m not) i’m gonna be honest, i’ve never written as george before so i’m super stoked to give this a go. anyway, under the cut you can find some info about how he was dealing with things after the war. same as before, hmu or like this post if you’d like to plot with him! 

trigger warnings: death, pain/suffering

✧ daniel sharman || he/him || cismale ✧ is that george weasley entering the ministry? the twenty year old is a former gryffindor and i think they fought for the order during the war. but now they work as the co-owner of weasleys’ wizard wheezes. it makes sense, since they’re innovative & loyal but also mischievous & vindictive. ( naz, 22, cst, he/him ).

i won’t go into details about george during hogwarts bc i’m pretty much keeping everything about him canon (unless you’d want to plot out some background details with our characters, then i’ll definitely go on about him in your ims) 

the battle of hogwarts was the worst day of george’s life. he knew it would be absolutely terrifying and full of adrenaline – you know, trying to help basically save the world as they knew it – but he never expected the worst to happen. he never expected to lose someone so close and dear to his heart. in all honesty, george died that day as well. or at least that’s what it felt like to him. the one person who had been by his side his whole life, and the 9 months before, had been taken from him in an instant and he hadn’t even been by his side. as odd and unrealistic as it may sound, he imagined the two of them would enter and leave the world together. but alas, they didn’t and george was left with the aftermath. he was a mess. he wasn’t broken, he had shattered into a million pieces. he truly believed with his whole being that it should’ve been him. not freddie, him. fred had more to offer the world than him. 

george allowed himself to be visibly broken and vulnerable for exactly two week. not a day more, not a day less. he’d stayed at the burrow for a month after the battle. the first week was spent lying in bed all day, sleeping or staring at walls, and not talking to anyone. he didn’t protest against his family and friends checking up on him, though it wasn’t bc he wanted them to or was okay with it. he just didn’t have the strength and will to say otherwise. the second week was slight progress. he was still practically mute, but he had started getting up sometime after noon and joined meals. the third week was when he finally started to pull himself together. not bc he wanted to, but he had younger (and older) siblings to look after. he had grieving parents, he had to make sure they were all okay. so, despite his own pain and suffering, he shoved all of it down and started helping around the house and tried his best to be there for his family. 

the first day back at his and fred’s flat was absolute hell. he knew it would be, and for that exact reason he had chose to do it alone. he’d thought he was doing alright at first. he cleaned up the mess he had left before ditching the place for other obligations, he ate, he was fine. that is, of course, until he sat in complete silence and the cold hard reality had finally, truly, set in for him — fred was gone. he was alone. he cried just as much that day as he did the day of the battle. possibly more. 

these days, george is running the weasleys’ wizard wheezes shop. it took a couple of months for him to reopen the shop, but he knew working would slightly help him cope. it’s difficult doing by himself and not having his partner-in-crime to run it alongside him, but he knows fred would’ve wanted him to carry on with the business. the shop had meant everything to the both of them and he wasn’t going to let fred’s and his hopes, dreams, and success go down the drain. he’s still mourning his brother, but he’s trying his best taking it day by day. he tries his best to avoid the topic, if he can, so he’s kind of suffering in silence. he’s pretty sure his family and friends know this, but he highly appreciates it when they don’t bring it up. the only way he’ll bring it up is if he’s honoring fred and talking about their best memories and fred’s funniest moments. 

[youngwarlock]