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prankstrinchief (prankstrinchief) wrote in pandorarpg,

"I'm glad to hear it, sounds like you needed a good nights sleep from what you said at the meeting. Glad I could help." He smiled at her, and laughed a little when she scooped up the dog. He didn't know why, but it warmed his heart to see how quickly the two of them had taken to each other. Perhaps he saw it as a good sign or something, he wasn't sure. But honestly these days, that dog was the most important thing in his life, he damn well wanted anyone else in his life to like him and be nice to him.

He cut up some of the strawberries he'd bought a day or two before and put a plate together for her, putting the strawberries on top. He grabbed the syrup and the plate and set them down before her at the table. "Coffee, tea, or juice?" he asked before he heard a pecking at the window. That would be the morning paper. He hurried over to the window and opened it, paying the owl for the paper before it flew off again. Of course, the headline on the front caught his eye, and he stopped in his tracks as he read the article, his face falling as he got further into it. "Bloody hell," he said, gripping the paper tighter in his hands. It was bad enough that something had happened to his brother, but for the bloody Prophet to take a stab at him when he could have died, that set the red head fire aflame. "Bleeding bastards," he growled, folding the paper back up and tossing it at the counter. "The Weasley family can't catch a fucking break." he pulled the pan off the stove and tossed it into the sink with a loud bang. Nothing set him off quite like people messing with his family. George put his hands on the counter and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to make sure he wouldn't lose his temper in front of Ally.