Characters: George Weasley, Sirius Black Date: March 7, 2000 Location: 13 Grimmauld Place Rating: PG-13 for the terrible swearing Summary: George is stir-crazy and feels like he should be doing something more productive than pushing paper around at work. Luckily he finds someone else just as stir-crazy to show him some of the ropes. Status: In Progress
If there was anything George wanted to do right now, it was blow a hole in the Minister's face, take over the country in a mad coup, and start a giant search party for the rest of his family. It would be marvelous, wouldn't it? Just BAM! and no more stupid Minister of Magic controlling everything.
Unfortunately, even if he could make his way to the Minister's face without getting hexed halfway to Japan, he wouldn't know the spell to blow said face up. And this was very, very frustrating.
"Bullocks," he muttered, glaring into the mug of tea Molly - his mum, blimey, that still felt so strange to say, er, think - made for him. It was cooling off, but he didn't care; he really only took it because she had insisted he needed the pick me up after work. He really would have preferred firewhiskey, but she looked so maternal making the pot that he hadn't the heart to turn the mug away. That and that bloke, what was his name - Lupe, Lupin, something - had give him a look that clearly said, just take it so he just went with it. Which was just as well, as he liked having something hard to crush between his hands.
Well, Georgey, at least you're not back at your flat all lonesome-like, see? You're not as pathetic as you were a month ago, that's an improvement. Even though you're absolutely useless even at the house of some Wanted Criminals.
Speaking of which, he had only met one of them, the Lupo guy. Who was the other one?