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CHARLIE:

he could feel his eyes blinking as he sat there, of course he could hear the familiar voice and he knew exactly who it belonged to but at the same time he still found it hard to look at one and not see the other. licking his lips he steeled himself as he lifted his head and took in the bloke before him. taking in a deep breath he tilted his head slightly.

did he go along with it? oh no. did he mess with his younger brother? of course he did. the chance to mess with one of his brothers was rare so he had to take the chances when he got them. so he pulled his brows together into a frown and pursed his lips. “i’m sorry, how?” he questioned as he folded his arms across his chest. “no idea who you’re on about mate, think you’ve got the wrong bloke.”

Now was not the time to play hard to get. How long had it been since the two had sat down and talked? George knew it was him, and he wouldn’t accept the messing around. If it was someone else, perhaps he would have played along. The years had made him harden, but he’d only become softer with his family. Even he wasn’t used to having it only be him. Fred would find some way to laugh it off and joke back - but he wasn’t Fred. He was George - and George was still hurting and healing.

Furrowing his brow, George had to bite his tongue in order to not speak. He would not let his temper get the best of him, especially not in public. “If you’re not the right bloke, then who in here is? You’ve got all the characteristics down to a T. Name someone else who has them, too.”

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GINNY:

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“what-” her head hurt. like, fully hurt - and it WASN’T from the ( possible… probable? ) concussion she’d sustained after hitting the ground. she made every attempt to sound LEVEL, very carefully enunciating every word as she continued, “what do you mean you didn’t place my bet?” it hadn’t been entirely ethical, of course, for someone PLAYING in the quidditch match to ask their sibling to put ten galleons on their own team for them - but it had been better, in ginny’s eyes, than going out and making the bet in person. at the very least, it was less ballsy. she hadn’t wanted to THINK about the headlines that would’ve been published in the prophet the next day, if she’d been spotted. “i’m going to THROTTLE you-” she began, scarily calmly, almost jumping out of the bed she’d been sat onto before the medic stopped her with an outstretched arm and a ‘she’s not going to be throttling anyone for a while’, as if george needed the reassurance. “i am,” she insisted, eyes blazing- “i’m going to KILL you-”

“Now don’t be brash -” It was too late for that statement. Why did Ginny ask him to place the bet of all the siblings? They’d all been there, so why? Did she trust him the most or something? Now wasn’t the time to ask or even contemplate the reasoning. He wasn’t sure of any of the answers, but he was sure of the anger erupting from his sister. His arms came out defensively, his hands held up in defeat like a white flag. “If anyone saw me placing that bet, we’d both be on headlines.” There were other Weasleys who were less known, but there was something he left unspoken. While what he said was true - and he had full faith in Ginny - he always hesitated when it came to bets now. “Besides, you don’t have to bet on yourself to get that money in the first place.”

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@kngweasley / location: their dumb store

Another day had gone by and they were officially closed. Each day was the same and yet so drastically different, but it was something George couldn’t put his nose on why it was like that. While it bothered him, he was - dare he say it - content. As content as he could be, he supposed. Now it was time for inventory, restocking, and getting ready for another day. While he had employees to do these kinds of things, he felt the need to keep him busy. Could he not annoy his brother for five seconds? Absolutely not.

“This is the fifth time we’ve had to reorganize the quills this week. At this point, I’d like to meet that little mastermind. Have you gotten a glimpse of that rascal?”

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@remcmbralls // location: the void

He had been waiting for someone, but they were either going to be late or never show up at all. Had it really been half an hour? He’d heard of people updating each other on where they were and if they were coming through these things called “cell phones.” Apparently they could do this almost instantly! It was definitely interesting to him, but blimey, he really hadn’t been paying attention to the time as he sorted through his work. Even if magic was a wonderful thing, there were always so many papers. But electronics? He’d be an old man trying to figure out why nothing works (or why things exploded) if there was some above his shop. Best not to even think about that.

Then a familiar face sat across from him. As engrossed in his work as he was, he looked up and shook his head in disbelief. Both of them had gotten older, but to think Neville was an auror. That in itself had to be enough after all of their trauma. Nevertheless, it was great to see a familiar face. Even if George liked figuring out numbers and cranking them out, he needed to be pulled out of his own head.

“No, that can’t be you. What are you doing on this side of town?”

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@pxrcyw // location: the burrow

Every time he saw Percy in the family home, it caught George off-guard. Even after all of these years, it was still hard to rebuild that semi-existent relationship. Despite him being the next eldest above the twins, they were polar opposites. That relationship in itself was set in stone. George had expected them to continue like that until the end of time. But without Fred, George suspected that he’d have been a bit more kind to Percy. Or at least tolerate him a bit more. All of those years, however, still hadn’t worn it down. How many words have they said to each other? Did Percy remember it just as vivid as he did?

Then again, he wouldn’t have come back if he felt differently. So, George put aside his uncalled for loathing aside. A few words couldn’t hurt, right?

“So was popping up here a part of your schedule or are you secretly spontaneous?” Nevermind. He could definitely hurt some people with his jokes.

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@petriichvrs // location: ginny’s home because why not get away and bother your sister at her own place??

George has learned his lesson from apparating into Ginny’s own place years ago, so thankfully he made it to the front door. The outside part of it this time. Even if there was a possibility of her being mad at him still - he couldn’t place bets anymore at quidditch games after what happened the last time, she knew that - he couldn’t just leave the family baby alone. Whether it was pestering or not, it came out of love.

They both had work to do, but even now, family came first. Who leaves a person who’s just getting over a concussion alone? Not this guy, knocking on her door. It was only three knocks, the last two just a bit behind the other. But it signaled that it was him. Perhaps the war was still lodged in their brains. Is this where it had stemmed from? With everything jumbled, he wasn’t quite sure. 

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MUMTHER:

location: the burrow !! (ofc) 

For as long as she could remember, Molly’s home always had an open door policy. Whether it be for her children, their multitude of friends, her friends, Order members - the door was always open. She didn’t like having an empty house. While the kids were growing up, the house had never been empty. It had never been quiet. But now that all of the kids were out of the house, it was far too quiet for her liking. That was why she still kept the open door policy. Why she wasn’t surprised when the bell on the front door jingled. Molly popped her head around the corner to see whom it was and greeted them with a warm smile. “There’s a pie in the oven that’s almost done. I’ll put the kettle on. Tell me what’s the matter, dear.” 

George swore his mother didn’t even need the bell to jingle for her to know someone was in her house. Over the years, he began to admire it more than fear it. But when she said those words, George couldn’t help but stop in his tracks. Was it that obvious that something was wrong? Or was it the twenty-seven years she had known him and loved him despite everything he was? Like a dog caught doing something naughty, his head hung low. “All I do is come in and you’re already all over me? What gives, Mum?”

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RON:

“Sorry, mate. I’m a bit distracted.” Ron held up the magazine with a smirk, pointing to the title Which Broomstick? “I’m considering treating myself to a new ride. If I were to get a bit of a raise, it would make my decision a lot easier, thus allowing me to get back to serving our loyal customers. What do you think of that?”

Leaning in to take a good look at the broomstick, George let out a low-pitched whistle. “Well, look at those pretty things.” Was it best to ignore the rest of his words? No, they were going to bite him in the rear if he did that. But he could definitely tease him. What we’re older brothers for? Springing back on the balls of his feet, he simply shrugged. “A bit of a raise to deal with our customers? Remember, you’re the one who decided to be a part of this company. Alongside me.”

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CHARLIE:

→ location : leaky cauldron, diagon alley ( open )

the moment his international portkey had placed him in his home country charlie glanced around and let out a deep sigh. it had been a while since he had been back home and all the same he knew that this time was going to be different. from here on out it was always going to be different. the dragon tamer had put off coming back home for as long as he could. he still hadn’t gotten over the fact that he had one less sibling and it hurt him. he knew that the rest of the family had their issues as well but at the same time, it was something that charlie just hadn’t come to terms with. he had lost brothers and friends on the reserve but this was something different. this was a bloke that he had watched grow up, a guy that charlie loved to death and loved to tease. all in all being back home would never be the same after the battle of hogwarts.

apparating to diagon alley charlie gave a small grin as he glanced around the familiar setting. the place he had gone to many years to get his school supplies, or come to visit his brother at the bank. either way it felt kind of nice to come back home. or at least until he came across the joke shop run by his brothers. he felt a slight pang in his chest as he carried on, making his way towards the leaky cauldron. walking into the familiar building charlie let out a chuckle as he ordered himself a plate of food and a cup of butterbeer.

taking a seat in the back he tanked the witch that brought his food over before pulling open an old and worn book about dragons. was he wasting time before he made his way to the burrow to see his mother? yes he was and he had no issues about it what so ever.

A familiar yet so-not face sat nearer than he would ever think. So when his eyes glanced over there, taking things in on his break, it was like time stopped. He didn’t even care that he had come there for food, nevermind the fact that he was hungry and hadn’t even ordered yet. It all became simply unimportant to this man.

The book about dragons? It had to be. He was like an excited child on Christmas morning, the way he ended up standing in front of the other man. How long ago did he see his brother - a brother he looked up to? Everything about Charlie was hard to replicate, but the Weasley charm? Unfortunately for him, they all had it. 

If this was someone that he didn’t know, he was in for a spiral. But something told him he was right. “Charlie?” He sputtered out in disbelief, sounding so much more like a question than he wanted it to be. “You’re right here and couldn’t visit your old brothers?”

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RON:

[ location: weasley’s wizard wheezes, diagon alley ]

Ron was several pages deep into Which Broomstick?, attempting to justify in his mind a much belated birthday gift for himself. He had enough in savings but the broom he was considering was designed specifically for Quidditch. It’d be much more sensible to invest in something for everyday travel, with excellent cloaking capabilities. So busy was he weighing pros and cons, that he could not say with any certainty how long someone had been standing, staring, on the other side of the check-out counter. He looked up and caught a glimpse of them by mere chance. “Oh, ‘ello.” He set down the periodical and hopped off his stool. “What can I do for you?”

George ended up looking around and behind him, checking if someone else was there. Nope. Just him. A look of bewilderment crossed his face as he stared at Ron. “All I’ve done is change and you act as if I’m a new person!” Maybe in his mind he was, but considering how popular the store was, people were bound to forget faces. But his own brother’s? His business partner’s? Disgusting. “What were you reading that got you all in this trance?”

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HERMIONE:

ANOTHER DAY HAD PASSED, and hermione didn’t know how much longer she could do this for. by now things felt like a blur to the young witch, an explosion of chaos throughout her day when she was at work followed by the mind numbing silence of nights spent alone at home when she wasn’t visiting the burrow. she somtimes wondered if she should go stay with parents when she knew that would only work to drive her more crazy. the solace of her own home was something she rarely appreciated, but anything louder would make this harder. 

she came to a stop outside the library and, with a groan, noted the time on her wrist watch. she hadn’t realised she’d worked so late again and now these books would go another day overdue, something else to add to her neverending list. 

turning on her heel, hermione began to head back the way she came, and she found herself meeting an old familiar face. her stride had become so fast, boot heels pounding against the damp pavement that she almost bumped straight into them and dropped her books, startled. “ oh, i’m sorry! ” hermione groaned and sunk to the ground to collect the heavy tomes. “ i wasn’t even watching where i was going, they didn’t land on your feet did they? they’re awfully heavy – ” 

Looks like they were on the same page - the books were a priority. Even if George didn’t read as many as he should, having them on the pavement wouldn’t help anyone. If they had fallen on his feet, he would have made the best of the situation. In the darkness, however, it was his reflex to take a step back. Luckily he did.

Nevermind why he was strolling around late at night. It was a completely different atmosphere - quiet, peaceful. While it left him alone with his thoughts, it was easier to deal with them, especially while on a walk. A breath of fresh air.

Handing her the books he was able to collect, he stood up once more. He should have known it was Hermione. Who else would have been outside the library while it’s closed? In his realization, a grin sprung upon his face. “No worries, especially since it’s just you.” Just enough emphasis on the last word to make other’s blood boil. Could he ever be serious? “I haven’t seen you in forever! How’s life treating you?”

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Luke Newberry ph. Leigh Keily for JON Magazine 

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⧼ luke newberry, cis male, he/him/his / wherever you will go by charlene soraia + being covered in dirt & grass after a quidditch match, mismatched socks, being the cause of a loved one’s laughter ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that GEORGE WEASLEY? i read a daily prophet article on him, once ; the TWENTY-SEVEN-year-old pure blood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a WEASLEYS’ WIZARDING WHEEZES OWNER. i’ve heard he can be quite MORAL & INVENTIVE, but i don’t know… he came off very RESERVED & VINDICTIVE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

Basics:

He’s the younger twin, never knowing his life without Fred. He frankly thought they’d never separate. He liked to keep his older siblings on their toes, but not to the extent Fred did. He would often have the moral high ground and talk his impulsive twin out of things that would get them in extreme trouble.

Yes, he totally sent the toilet seat from Hogwarts to Ginny. He was the one to come up with the running joke. And he would have gotten one to Harry, too, if It wasn’t for Madame Pomfrey.

In his first couple years, he tried to apply himself to school, but ultimately? His twin and pranks got ahead of him. Contrary to some people’s belief, he’s smart and finds ways around the system. It just doesn’t correlate on paper, especially in test environments.

Besides that, he found enjoyment in Quidditch, proving himself as a Gryffindor beater alongside Fred. Due to it being a school sport, he had to keep his grades up at a minimum. It proved difficult over the years.

Even in serious situations, he cracked jokes. It was his way of coping. It still is, honestly. Despite this, he is beyond loyal. This included Harry and all of his family. Even if he did start a food fight with Percy when they were full-grown adults. His loyalty, however, can lead him into trouble or unnecessary fights. You know he’s got your back when he threatens someone you hate.

The prank shop was his and Fred’s dream ever since they were little. He never thought it’d come to fruition, but because of Harry, it happened. And he barely got to see the success the store had become. 

This can be discussed with Angelina’s mun (if we get her), but until then, it either was a fling or didn’t happen at all. Maybe even a rumor. Or they tried, but George was more interested in her as a friend than a romantic partner.

He’s gay. Hella gay. Until a couple of years ago, he totally thought he was straight. Then it finally occurred to him, without his twin, the reason why all of his relationships failed. He’s way too awkward to approach someone if he’s interested, though. Gay Way or No Way, Babey.

He still doesn’t have a left ear. Even though he’s talked about getting a prosthetic, he hasn’t. Not having the ear reminds him of everything he’s gone through, but having an ear again means something far worse - not being distinguishable from his twin. He was always in Fred’s shadow, and despite how much he loves him, he needs to be George.

The rumors circling around hit far too close to home. You bet he’d be more than ready to fight again if they turned out to be true. Even if his wounds aren’t shut yet.

What do I think his future will hold?

A time to heal. Everyone’s been hurt, and he’s still not over it. He pretends to be, but he’s not. Definitely not. He’s still trying to figure out who he personally is. He tries to speak more and act more than who he really is. (In reality, he doesn’t like to talk much, but can be maybe a blabbermouth to his younger siblings.)

A time for pain. I love angst even if George has had so much of it. Sometimes there has to be some sort of struggle to finally start healing. Which is sad, honestly.

A time for him to be himself. One day, he’ll find himself - to be comfortable by himself. He’s trying to accept himself for who he is in every aspect. It’s hard considering he spent twenty-or-so years side-by-side with Fred. But he’s trying.

Possible plots/connections

Friends. He used to have so many during his Hogwarts days and War days - they’re bound to be around!

His shop workers. C’mon, he and Ron can’t run it all by themselves! He’s got to have people who like it as much as he does and maybe people who got into the job thinking it would be far different. 

Old relationships. Whether it’s from before he came out or after, I’m all ears! (He’s been out to his family for about a year, so it’s possible that he’s had relationships under the table, too.)

People who used to be the brunt of his old pranks. There have to be others that he sent toilet seats to! Or tried to talk Fred out of doing something to - or maybe even the wrong place at the wrong time frequently. This can lead to enemies, of course.