Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Who: George Weasley and Lee Jordan
Where: Stellar Lounge
When: Evening
What: George and Lee bond, or something. Whatever boys do.

It was a good while after George had agreed to meet Lee at Stellar for drinks. Weeks, in fact. It had taken him that long to drag himself out of his funk enough to stand the company of someone other than his brother. He still wasn't in the best of spirits, but he worried about what Lee might do to him in he didn't take him up on his offer soon.

Following instructions, he walked past the line at the front door and moved around to the back, letting himself inside. Luckily, before his descent into hermithood, he'd spent enough time around the lounge with Lee that he knew most of the staff so no one gave him a problem. He asked around, and after getting the answer "He was right here just a second ago!" from just about everyone, set off to find Lee on his own. Hopefully it didn't take him too long; he already felt like he needed a drink.

Who: George Weasley and Parvati Malfoy
Where: George's place, Diagon Alley
When: Mid-afternoon
What: Continuation of this thread. George finally confesses his love for Parvati! Too much drama for just one thread!

George could hear her voice ringing in his hears.

"You know when I was little I had a gigantic crush on you George, and you didn't give me the time of day. You had all those random dates, and that was AWFUL. I couldn't understand that but I wasn't mean to you! And I was in love with you! There is no way whatever you're feeling is equal to that, is there? So yeah, you don't get it, but STOP taking it OUT on ME!"

He stood there, staring at Parvati, watching the tears stream down her face as she ranted and raved at him, and something inside of him snapped.

"I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you when we were in school. I honestly didn't realize you had such a big crush on me until much later, and by then toy were dating Draco..." He murmured, his voice a lot quieter than the yelling he'd been doing just moments before.

"But you think I don't get how you felt?" He asked, an almost hurt expression taking over his face. "Do you honestly think, Parvati, that I'd be so upset about all of this if I just cared about you as a friend?"

He knew he was going to regret what he was going to say next, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. It had to be better than all of this fighting and hiding his feeling, right? "I love you, Parvati," he said simply, voice nearly cracking as he forced the words out. "Stupid, head-over-heels, want to buy a farm in the country and have a million babies love. And it kills me inside every time I think about you and Draco. Or how maybe, if I hadn't been so stupid in school, I'd be the one you'd be married to and sharing your life with right now. So I'm sorry, I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be able to accept the fact that the woman I love is married to someone I hate, and it's my own stupid fault for not realizing what I had until I lost it."

Who: Parvati Malfoy and George Weasley
What: Cuddles, then more arguing. It's what they do.
Where: George's place, Diagon Alley
When: Mid-afternoon

George had spent most of the morning trying to make the flat he shared with his brother look presentable. He knew it was all in vain; Parvati was just going to pick everything apart and suggest he let her redecorate it anyway. But at least she wouldn't have to step over piles of somewhat-explosive things on the way to the couch. When he was finally done cleaning he wandered into the bathroom to spruce himself up a bit. Couldn't be looking like a mess for Parvati could he? She'd probably try to shave him herself. Why was he doing this again?

Who: George and Megan
Where: Megan's place.
When: Afternoon.
What: George helps Megan set up wards, anything else tba.

George felt like a right git for taking so long to visit Meg and set up wards around her home. She was going to be moving soon! Still, she could use them until she moved out, he supposed... though then she'd have to put up with Seamus, so he wasn't really sure she'd be that much safer.

To make up for his lateness he'd brought her a present; some completed Magma Melties and a nice assortment of candy from Honeydukes. He just had to be careful not to get the two mixed up. Holding his small package up, he knocked on the door. He just hoped she wasn't too angry with him.

Who: George Weasley and Hermione Granger
Where: Hermione's home
When: Noonish, Wednesday
What: George comes to help Hermione set up wards, and probably gossip about Ron.

George ran a hand through his messy red hair in an attempt to make himself look more presentable and he approached Hermione's flat. He was pretty sure he was going to get some sort of lecture over his rumpled condition anyway, but he might as well try to control the damage. At least his clothes were clean, if a bit wrinkled. He still looked like he hadn't slept in a couple of days.

Pausing in front of the door he was pretty sure belonged to Hermione, he gave it a few loud knocks. Maybe he could charm her with his dazzling smile.

Who: George Wealsey and Parvati Malfoy Patil
When: Afternoon
Where: Hosgmeade
What: George and Parv bicker, as that's what they do best recently.

After a minor accident that caused a not so minor explosion in the flat he shared with his brother George had decided to call it a day, even though it was barely past two in the afternoon. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he strolled through Hogsmeade, enjoying the (mostly) fresh air. It was a little early to start drinking, he thought, so maybe he'd treat himself to something sweeter.

He set his course for Honeydukes, distracting himself with thoughts of freshly-made fudge, and perhaps s dozen or two chocolate frogs. He'd been meaning to check out the new cards... He was obviously not paying attention as he approached the door of the shop, pulling it open and violently dragging out the poor soul who'd had their hand on the knob, trying to exit.

"Oh! So sorry, I... Oh," George's lips turned down into a faint frown when he saw just who it was he'd pulled out of the shop. Of all the luck... "Hello, Parvati."

In a beautiful hall filled with wooden tables covered in butter yellow tablecloths and settings, the 26th Charity Luncheon and Auction held by the Foundation of Squib Integration began as it always did. A quick speech was made by the president of the foundation: Mollie MacFerson, a pureblood who had two squib siblings, and a plentiful array of finger foods and sandwiches were available admidst vibrant yellow and purple decorative flowers.

An expensive bottle of champagne was handed to each guest as a complimentary donation by Johnson Flightweather, a squib who had made his money in the muggle world as a car dealership owner. In fact, the free champagne never stopped coming during the entire event.

Following the lunch came rounds and rounds of auctioning, the lots ranging from strange muggle items to expensive artwork and wines. In between all of this, of course, was plenty of time to explore the grounds, talk to the Foundation members, and as one couple did: snog. (Honestly, people, this isn't Hogwarts!)

As day turned to evening the event was capped off with a speech by Johnson Flightweather.

"I would just like to thank everyone for coming and spending some of their money on this auction. Many wonder what our foundation does, and although attitudes have changed greatly, any squib wishing to remain in wizarding society find themselves without jobs or any support at all. The money you have so selflessly provided today (which by the way, I'm told is 5% more than last year, perhaps due to the champagne?) will go to helping support those individuals in the ventures they may attempt. I myself was forced into muggle society to make a living, but hopefully, with what everyone has learned today, squibs will not be so unlucky from here on in. Cheers!"

( Earlier that morning )

Who: Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Megan Jones, and possibly Spencer Capper.
What: Drinking!
When: Evening.
Where: The Leaky Cauldron.
Why: Why not?

( Pretend this says something amazingly clever. )