Who: George (age 19) and Freddie (age 7) Weasley What: SHENANIGANS! (Daddy/son bonding time?) Where: Diagon Alley When: Saturday evening, after too much ice cream for dinner Rating: Very low, probably. Status: Closed/incomplete, but take note, said shenanigans will be loud. And messy.
Okay, so he was a dad. Apparently. That was weird. He'd so far avoided meeting his so-called children, because he wasn't quite ready for the responsibility of pretending to be an adult-type-responsible-guy. No thanks.
But he was bored. And lonely. Fred, the real one, was off in South America or something, and hadn't been returning any of the roughly thirty owls he, George, had sent. Okay, yes, it takes a long time to fly to Patagonia if you're an owl, but dammit, being Just George was seriously the worst thing in the entire universe. Ugh.
But, hey! There was another Fred! Not the right one, but it was close? Besides, a small child as a sidekick was nearly as good as a twin. So he'd retrieved said Other!Fred from a snazzy house he'd been told was his - but had so far been too chicken to enter, because, um, wife? Weeeeeeird.
So, here he was, side of the cobbled street between his shop and its neighbor, standing next to a kid who was apparently his offspring, rubbing his hands together with glee.
"So! What do you think? Silly string, streamers, and... what? Candy? Candy is good. Makes people happy and less angry."