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[George Fabian Weasley]

It was amazing how the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley seemed to melt away and was unable to penetrate the walls of number 93 Diagon Alley. George was sure that the street below was filled to the bursting point with many Witches, Wizards and their children. Yet not a single sound seemed to enter his bedroom. Try as he might he couldn’t hear a single sound other than that of his own breathing. Turning his head slightly towards the small drawer situated next to his bed he reached over and grabbed the watch that had been given to him by his parents for coming of age. After reading the locations of the moons and planets he had deduced that it was just after the peak of the day.

Dropping the watch back onto his drawer he allowed his arm to drop over the side of the bed with a sigh before heaving himself up and sitting at the edge. The mattress creaked in protest against his weight as he pushed off and stood up stretching his arms high over his head. He had already wasted half of his day away, and despite wanting to remain laying in bed for the rest of it he knew that he would get an ear full if he didn’t at least get out and enjoy the mildly sunny day out. After going about his usual morning rituals he made his way over to his dresser and pulled out a red long sleeved shirt and a part of medium blue jeans. Slipping into his clothes he made his way back to his drawer and picked up his watch and fastened it to his right wrist. Before leaving the room George grabbed his wand and placed it in his right pocket.

Making his way into the living room of his flat he grabbed his hoodie that was laying on the couch and donned it. Standing in the middle of the room he racked his brain in an attempt to see if he was perhaps missing something. His eyes swept over the room before brown irises landed on the wand resting on the coffee table. Staring at the object for a few moment he bent forward and picked up the wand before placing it in his left pocket. Spinning on the spot George disapparated form his flat. A few short seconds later George found himself staring at the front door that belonged to his little sister. Raising his hand he rapped lightly on the door three times then waited to see if she were home.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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The days seemed to be passing by more quickly now, and Ginny couldn't decide if she was glad about it or not. Quidditch practises and shifts at St. Mungo’s were piling up, and the season was changing. It felt like she hadn’t had any time to herself to just sit back and relax in months, though she knew that wasn’t true. Thankfully, she had been able to sleep in that morning and she was glad since she’d had just a busy day yesterday. Waking up on her own without some kind of magical alarm, Ginny crawled out of bed and immediately crossed to her mirror to assess how horrible her bed-head was. She had always been a restless sleeper, always shifting positions quite a few times during sleep to get more comfortable, which always took a pretty big toll on her hair in the morning. Luckily, she had never really had a problem with knots so combing it out wasn’t an issue after getting up, even on the worst days. Today, she was surprised to see it didn’t look so bad and she quickly walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Once the water was hot enough, she stepped inside and began her usual ritual of washing and rinsing her hair and body. When she was through, she seized the towel from the hook beside the shower and wrapped it around herself before stepping out onto the small, fluffy rug.

Once she had dried off and put her pyjamas back on, Ginny wandered into the kitchen to make some tea. Her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders as she dug through her cupboard to find her kettle, a mug, and a tea bag and she set them all on the counter once she found them. Plugging in the kettle, she filled it with water and hit the switch, deciding to make her tea the Muggle way since she wasn’t in a hurry like she was most mornings. It was her day off, and it could not have come at a better time. As she waited for the kettle to boil, she leaned against the counter and thought about what she might do that day. Relaxing and hanging around by herself seemed sounded like a good plan since she really needed a break from people, so that was what she was going to do. At that second, the kettle whistled and Ginny pushed off the counter to pour the hot water into her mug. After letting it steep for a few minutes, the redhead poured in some milk and a bit of sugar, then put everything back and headed into the living room with her steaming mug.

She was just about to settle down on her couch and grab one of her books when she heard a gentle knock on the door. Quite sure she wasn’t expecting anyone, Ginny quickly checked her appearance to make sure she didn’t look too horrid, then got up and walked to the door. After peeking through the peephole, she saw that her brother, George, was standing on her doorstep and smiled to herself before wrenching it open. “Hey, George. This is certainly a surprise,”

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[George Fabian Weasley]

As he waited for a response from the closed door he was beginning to wonder if he perhaps forgot something back at his flat. He always had the feeling that he was forgetting something nowadays. However with a small shrug he allowed the feeling to pass by him. If he were forgetting anything it was too late to go back an attempt to remember. He was already here and he had already knocked. Slowly his thoughts began to drift through his memories of when the last time that he had saw his sister. The Ginger was a bit embarrassed to admit that he couldn’t remember the last time that he had really seen any of his siblings last. Had he really thrown himself that much into the Joke shop? Perhaps his mother was right and he was working too hard. Maybe a small visit back to the Burrow later this week would leave him feeling better.

At the sound of the door being opened he glanced up slightly plastering a wide smile upon his features. It wasn’t one of his fake smiles that he had the tendency to force upon his face like he had been doing so as of late. No this smile was a true smile, he was happy to be able to see his sister again. He laughed lightly as he was invited into the residence. “Well I reckoned that I haven’t seen my favorite little sister in some time. So I was thinkin’ to me self ‘George git your lazy arse out of the flat an go visit her’.” He said as he shed the zip up hood that he wore over his red long sleeved shirt. He tossed his hoodie into the air and with Wandless magic had it float over to the nearest chair before allowing it to drape over the back of it.

Turning back to Ginny he bent forward slightly to pull her into a quick bug before taking in her appearance with an arched brow. “So tell me Gin…is this the way you answer the door for anyone who comes knocking? Or am I just the exception?” he asked with a small grin on his features. “You don’t have a ‘friend’ over that I need be talkin’ to?” He made a quick glance about the surrounding area checking to see if there was anything that didn’t quite belong to a young women.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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At the sight of her brother’s smile when she opened the door, Ginny returned it and waited for him to explain why he was there. She feared that maybe there was something wrong since George hardly ever made surprise visits, but then comforted herself by saying he would have called or sent an owl if there was something wrong. She knew he was working extremely hard at the joke shop these days and didn’t have a whole lot of time for random visits and that raised her fear again. All she could do, however, was let him into her flat and wait to hear what was going on. It was probably nothing and she was probably thinking too negatively, but after living for so many years in fear and darkness when Voldemort was in power it was something that she had gotten used to. She knew that her mother still worried about them every single day since none of them lived at home anymore, especially about George since he’d lost Fred and spent so much time cooped up in his office at the joke shop. It was almost like her brother had lost his desire to go out and socialize after Fred died, and she could understand that. However, it seemed as though George was trying to make up for lost time by visiting her now, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, is that so?”

[/color] she said, amusement at his choice of words evident in her voice. “Well, I’m glad you decided to move your lazy arse and visit,”[/color] she added with a smile, accepting his hug and wrapping her arms around him in return. It was definitely good to see him, and she was glad she had cleaned her flat already so it looked nice and tidy. Once he’d released her from the hug, Ginny lowered herself back onto the couch she had vacated a moment ago to answer the door, then regarded her brother. At his question, she narrowed her eyes and swatted at his shoulder playfully. “I suppose you’re just special, Georgie. But then again, I wasn’t expecting company otherwise I would look more presentable,”[/color] she explained, smirking at him as if to say it was all his fault. “No, dear brother. Nobody’s here that you need to talk to. It’s just me, basking in my day off from responsibility.”[/color] After saying the words, she reached over for her mug of tea, which had grown slightly cold since she hadn’t drank it yet. Deciding to warm it up a bit, she looked over at her brother before getting up. “I just made a pot of tea if you’d like some. The water should still be pretty warm.”[/color] Without waiting for an answer, however, Ginny got up from the couch and slowly made her way back into the kitchen, which was viewable from the living room.

Still waiting for his response, she stuck her own mug into the microwave and pushed a few buttons, deciding that using the Muggle contraption would heat it up better than using magic. She didn’t use her magic unless it was absolutely necessary even though she could and knew just about every household spell, but since she lived among Muggles, she had to try and keep up the façade that she was one of them. “So tell me, George, how are you? Mum’s been complaining that you’ve been working too hard,”[/color] she asked, making conversation while she waited for her tea to warm up again.
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[George Fabian Weasley]

At the amusement within her voice George laughed lightly as he reached up and subconsciously rubbed the left side of his head where his ear should have been before shrugging his shoulders lightly. “Well my options were stay at home and lay in bed all day and stare up at the cracks in the ceiling, which by the way there are exactly 32 cracks in the ceiling.” He said with a nod of his head. It was obvious to anyone that knew the remaining Weasley twin well the difference in his behavior. Before the only reasons he would have been locked in a room and refusing to come out would be due to invention of new products, however back then loud explosions would always be heard coming from said room. Now he only locked himself up to escape the outside world, because out there he would have to live in a world where he was a single piece and not a complete set.

George followed Ginny to the couch and took a seat next to her as he tossed his arms to rest on the back of the couch. The older Weasley wasn’t sure if he should have been scared or just use to the narrowed eyes his sister had given him. It was pretty eerie at the resemblance that she had with their mother. However it was no secret that when prompted, Ginny could just be as terrifying as a one Molly Weasley. He grinned lightly as he released an over dramatic sigh. “What can I say…I have a knack for showing up at the worst possible times. At least I’m not nearly as bad as Ickle Ronnikins.” He said with a small chuckle. At the mention that she was home alone he was partly relieved and also disappointed at the same time. He allowed said disappointment to show by pouting slightly and crossing his arms over his chest. “I was lookin’ forward to giving a speech…I even have one partially prepared for the occasion.”

At the mention of hot tea he apparated into the kitchen. Seeing the kettle plugged in on the counter he arched a ginger brow as he glanced over at his sister. “Why are you making Tea the Muggle way? You’re not collecting plugs like dad are you?” He asked slightly worried of what the answer would be. George had nothing against Muggles however he couldn’t understand how they managed to live without the use of magic. Hearing that their mother was worried about him caused the male to roll his eyes slightly. “I’m doin’ just fine. Mum worries too much, honestly it’s not like I’m goin’ to do something mental.” He said as he leaned against the counter. “If I didn’t work she would be worried about that.”

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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Ginny watched as her brother reached up to rub the left side of his head, still not used to the fact that he no longer had an ear there even though it had been three years. She didn’t recoil in disgust or fear at the fact, but it was still strange to think about the fact that underneath the bandages there was a gaping hole instead of an ear. “Well, Merlin that sounds like such fun,”

[/color] she said with a roll of her eyes, regarding her brother. She knew that he was still trying to get used to life without Fred since the two had been inseparable since birth and she knew it must have been hard for him to adjust to everything. Most of the time he seemed alright, but there were small moments that she caught onto that told her he wasn’t really, but was putting on a strong front for the benefit of the rest of the family. It was nice of him to do that, but she wished he didn’t think he still had to stay strong for the rest of them. It also concerned her that there was a possibility that he had never really had the chance to properly grieve.

She moved over when he followed her to couch, giving him more room to sit down since he was taller than her. She smirked when she saw the moment of fear in his eyes as she glared at him, probably reminding him a lot of their mother. She did, after all, have the same brown eyes as Mrs. Weasley and had admitted herself that she did resemble her mother when she glared like that. It was amusing to her, especially since George had seemed afraid for that split second. “Nobody is as bad as Ron and we both know it. You, however, come in at a close second,”[/color] she teased, elbowing her brother’s shoulder playfully. She saw the mixed look of relief and disappointment cross his face and she rolled her eyes at his words. “You would have one already prepared, wouldn’t you?”[/color] she said with a sigh and slight shake of the head. “Well, I don’t think you’ll get to it any time soon,”[/color] she added, already knowing that he would make a comment about it.

As he apparated into the kitchen, Ginny shook her head at her brother and shrugged in response to his question. “Of course I’m not. But, unlike you, I do live in a building that Muggles live in too so I have to at least appear non-magical or there’s going to be a lot of talk,”[/color] she responded, reaching for the microwave door to fetch her cup. “Well, you kind already do mental things but there’s nothing wrong with that,”[/color] she teased, digging out another mug from the cupboard for him. “But honestly Goerge, at least go and visit a bit more often. That’ll get Mum off your back a bit. She needs to see you more often for her sanity’s sake.”[/color] Ginny knew very well how Molly Weasley was, which was why the twenty year old made her best efforts to try and visit the Burrow as often as possible.

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