who: George and Hagrid When: night of the 29th where: Forbidden forest what: mishap and mayem, good plans gone terribly terribly wrong
George had, true to his word, brought snacks for the romp in the forest. It was going to be fun, and he'd be helping Lils out, plus it would be an unknown supply line which was far safer than using anything on the map, especially as George hadn't any idea where the map had gone to. He hadn't asked Ginny where it was, not that it mattered, it was confiscated by a professor, as good as gone. Even if they did somehow have the map back, George wasn't sure he trusted any of the passageways any more. Too many people had touched the map at this point, for it to be of any use.
That was why, at some ridiculous hour of the night, he huddled against the wind and waited at the pre-arranged meeting spot for Hagrid. He could see the castle in the distance, and wondered just how far they had to walk through the thick mess of trees that were staring him in the face right now. This was the edge of the Hogwarts wards though; any closer and someone Banished would likely have trouble with what they were doing.
He jumped up and down as he waited. Hagrid had said he'd come, he would come. When he did arrive, George was going to have to explain why all that was left of the pretzels were crumbs, but he was George Weasley; he'd find a way to make it up to Hagrid.
"Hagriiiiddd ...." George sang softly. "Where aaaaareeeeeee youuuuu? Come out and plaaaayyyyy."
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The cold air blew hard against Hagrid's cheeks, chilling him to the bone. The motorcycle rumbled below him-but my he'd missed riding the motorbike. It reminded him of his time with his brother, who he was missing near much as his Order friends. His hair blew wildly about him, and he could feel an edge of excitement in the air. He was glad to be going back to the forest, even though he was a little concerned that George was taking this all so lightly. Any number of things can happen in the Forbidden Forest, and he knew it better than most.
He landed at the appointed spot, though the bike landed a bit louder than he would have liked. He was getting quite good at silencing charms, though. He climbed off the bike and reduced it down to pocket sized with his umbrella. He saw George jumping up and down, and gave a smile. "Well, look at you. I'd know you for a Weasley anywhere, with that hair of yours. Are you ready then?"
~*~*~
George grinned when Hagrid got there. He was exactly as his dad had described him. He wondered how many people in the Muggle world were terrified of Hagrid because of his size. George didn't intimidate so easily.
He petted his hair, "I've been telling all the Banished I look just like Ginny, but a guy. I think they're all sceptical, but it's pretty much true isn't it?" A few more self-assuring pats and he was ready to go. "I was born ready, Hagrid."