wakemeupwhen (wakemeupwhen) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-11-04 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-george weasley, x-verity duval |
Who: Verity and George
What: Verity makes bad ear jokes.
Where: Her house.
When: Sunday, Nov 3rd
Rating: Low
Verity, having spent the better part of the last year and a half with the twins on a daily basis, was fairly used to the chaos that seemed to follow them and was subsequently taking this ‘time warped village’ thing rather well. She’d accepted it, and had changed her plans accordingly. She figured the biggest adjustment for her would not be seeing George and Fred every day now. Not working with them wasn’t something she was thrilled about, but it wasn’t as if she could do anything about it. At least not right that second. After inviting George over to her new home, she’d set out to rearrange her room, but had lost interest when she realized she needed to actually have more than the basics to make it feel like home. New environments weren’t out of the ordinary for her; she’d spent the last three years moving about ‘finding’ herself.
Twirling her wand as she walked into the kitchen, she cast a warming charm. It had been summertime when she woke that morning, but judging by the chill in the air, it was closer to winter now. It was fine by her; winter was her favorite season by far. Making herself a sandwich and hoping whoever else was in the house wouldn’t mind her stealing food for the night, she managed to finish half of it before there was a knock on her door. Wiping her mouth, she shuffled into the living room and to the front door, swinging it open without checking to see who was on the other side. Eyes catching sight of her friend, she gave him a big smile. It was definitely her George, though a slightly older version. He was definitely out his gangly teenage phase- though he still towered over her.
Just as Verity was about to say hello, she caught sight of his missing ear, and her grin faltered, “Oh my God!” Reaching up, she stood on her toes and gripped his cheeks gently, manipulating his head so she could get a better view, “Georgie, did you know you’re missing an ear?” She knew it was a silly question, but asked it anyways, and her eyes lit up as she pulled back and chuckled lightly, “I bet the Extendable Ears seem rather ironic nowadays.” Tapping his chest, she laughed again, “Oh, oh! You’re Saint-like now! Because you’re hole-y? I bet you’ve already come up with that joke, though.” Stepping back and ushering him inside, she waved a hand, “Alright, I’m done with the ear jokes. They’re kind of insensitive, anyways, I’m sorry. What happened to your ear? You had it this morning when I saw you- I’m certain of it because you stole my donuts and I flicked it in retaliation.”