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Post by George Fabian Weasley on Sept 22, 2011 20:42:06 GMT -5
Brown iris’ gazed groggily up to the white ceiling above as the lids closed and opened repeatedly as the owner of the eyes attempted to rid himself of what little sleep remained. Slowly other items within the room became visible as the pupil’s began to focus and adjust themselves to the bright sunlight pouring in through a crevice from the protective shades around the windows. A long and drawn out yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his arms high above his head before bringing his hands down and dragging them across his face and rubbing at his eyes. He then slid his hands behind his head and rested them at the base of his neck.
With heavy sigh he pushed himself up from his bed and threw his legs over the edge of his mattress before glancing over the furnishing of his bedroom. Pushing up from the mattress George went about his morning ritual of cleaning himself up before questioning what he wished to wear for the day. But the question remained of what he wanted to do. Did he want to manage the shop for the day or take the day off and go out for a few hours or just possibly relax up in his flat? It didn’t take the ginger haired male long to make up his mind. His choice of clothing was a green tee shirt with a yellow hazard sign in the middle of the shirt. Within the sign read ‘Don’t Follow Me I’m Lost Too.’ The shorts he had chosen to slip into were soft cotton dark in color with a plaid design. He then slipped bare feet into a pair of cotton laced slippers. He then made his way over to the small drawer next to his bed and placed the gold watch on his right wrist before placing his wand in his right pocket.
Out of habit he grabbed his brother’s wand as well and carried it out with him glancing briefly at the closed door that was right next to his own bedroom. He made his way over to the couches that were placed across from each other before settling himself down on the largest couch. He laid Fred’s Wand on the table before leaning back against the couch and glancing about his Flat. The place rather looked horrible. If he hadn’t known better he would have guessed that a whole hive of Cornish Pixies had inhabited his home. ‘I’ll get to it later.’ He thought to himself with a sigh. “Right shame I am huh Fred?” He asked out loud knowing full well that no one would answer him.
Just as he was about to kick his legs up onto the couch he was stopped by the sound of knocking coming at his door. Arching a ginger brow he stood up and made his way down the long hall passing the kitchen before coming to a stop at the door. Cracking it open slightly he peaked through. “’Ello?”
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Sept 23, 2011 15:42:08 GMT -5
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It was late morning, around eleven to be exact and Hermione found herself knocking on the door that was the entrance to George's Flat. The flat was placed directly above the shop he owned; a fascinating joke shop. Hermione found some free time on her hands and decided to head to the shop to help George out with inventory for she had already finished her work for the day. Declining a petition for the legalization of owning dragons was a task that hardly took any consideration. The populace was so irresponsible with the simplest of things she couldn't fathom why someone would ask for such a huge responsibility of owning a dangerous creature. What was even more shocking was that they didn't even live in the country, the poor creature would have been prisoned and Hermione couldn't allow that to happen. So with a quick stamp of her rejected marker, she was done her work. Now she found herself rapping quite sharply on George's door.
It only took a moment or two before the door slightly opened and out popped a red haired male. "Morning, George." she said with a bright smile. "I was coming over to help with the shop today but it was still closed up. Did you just over sleep because its well into morning." Hermione informed him. It had been rough over the past three years for the Weasley family, along with Harry and Hermione, with the loss of Fred Weasley. Obviously George was taking it the hardest and everyone felt for him hence the reason they all took turns in helping with the joke store. Seeing as he wasn't down at the shop Hermione hoped he wasn't having one of his bad days for she would have to change that immediately.
"Might I come in?" Hermione asked, sounding more formal than she needed to be with George but that was just how she was. Hermione adjusted the collar on her black cotton pea coat that rest atop her black skinny jeans which were tucked into the pair of heeled boots she was wearing. Her hair was quickly tossed into a messy bun. Hermione's clothing style had changed a bit over the last three year. She took the time to make herself look presentable for whatever the occasion might call for while looking rather feminine.
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Post by George Fabian Weasley on Sept 26, 2011 2:07:29 GMT -5
George hadn’t been expected anyone really to be popping by and giving him a visit. In fact the only thing he was really expecting was his mother using the floo network to bagger him into coming over to the Burrow to eat or worse…help her with the chores. So it was much to his surprise that he found Hermione Granger standing on the other side of his door. What was more confusing to the Ginger haired male was that she appeared to be dressed for something important. He racked his memory attempting to see if perhaps he might have forgotten about an important meeting or maybe he had agreed to do breakfast or lunch with the young women before him. Merlin knew it wouldn’t have been the first time he had forgotten something that he had agreed to. Lately George had taken to just agreeing with whatever was said to him to get others to leave him be.
At the mention of it already being late morning he took a quick glance at his watch before returning his gaze upon Hermione. “Actually Granger I wasn’t intending on opening the shop at all today.” He said as he took a step back and pulled the door open completely to allow her entrance. With another glance over her attiar George began to feel like he was under dressed in his own home. “Just get done with a meeting of some sort?” He asked as he began to walk backwards down the hall keeping his attention on her.
The ginger suddenly became highly aware of just how dirty his flat actually was. To himself it didn’t seem all that dirty. However perhaps to someone else it would possibly appear as a giant big pen. Although perhaps he was over exaggerating just a bit within his own mind. It wasn’t too dirty however it was evident that a male bachelor lived within the premises. “Forgive the mess…wasn’t expecting company today.” He muttered lightly as he entered the living room and turned to sit on the larger of the two couches.
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Post by Hermione Jean Granger on Sept 26, 2011 17:29:01 GMT -5
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George's appearance wasn't one that would suggest he wouldn't be opening the shop for today. His normal attire would of sufficed the requirements for running a joke shop, so why on earth was he not down stairs putting smiles on the faces of his customers? Hermione's brow creased with worry for a moment. She wondered if George was having an off day but trying to play as if everything was alright as he usually did. Thinking of George in such a way honestly made herself a bit depressed. To constantly walk on egg shells around a person who use to be so carefree was an exhausting task and wasn't at all fair to George. Hermione was sure that he knew how to get around the concerned questions he encounter, no doubt, everyday. Hermione's brows unknitted and Hermione gave him a small smile. "Taking the day off I see. Have any plans or are you just going to relax?" Hermione asked.
George stepped aside allowing Hermione to walk further into his flat above the shop. As she walked down the hall toward the living room she couldn't help but glance in the kitchen. The sight was ghastly but she refrained from making any faces that would show she felt uncomfortable. There were dirty dishes piled in and around the sink, food particles on the floor, and the distinct smell of trash that needed to be taken out. As she continued her way to the living room she heard George ask if she had come from a meeting and she assumed such a question came from her own appearance. "Sort of. I had to review a few files and petitions. But one of them I had to speak to the committee, which calls for a bit of formal attire." Hermione said with a small smile.
George had obviously caught on to how she felt about the looks of the place and apologized for the mess but she really didn't blame him for it. "It really isn't that bad." She said moving a stack of magazines that had occupied the love seat that she had decided to sit on. Hermione couldn't help but glance around at the flat taking note of empty cups on the table, a few pairs of socks scattered on the floor, and the dusty build up on the coffee table before her. "Do you mind?" Hermione said taking out her wand and gesturing around the room. Hermione knew she would not be able to focus on whatever the two decided to talk about if the she was aware of how dirty the place was. But Hermione had enough manners to at least ask to clean his place before doing it on her own, she really wouldn't want to anger him.
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