Who: Arthur and George What: Meeting? Catching up? HUGS Where: Arithmancy Room When: Thursday morning Rating: Medium...?
Arthur was currently examining the ice cream machine. Apparently that was his job here, to make ice cream, which... It could have been worse. Making ice cream wasn't so bad; a bit out of season, but now they were at Hogwarts, so he supposed it wouldn't be too uncalled for? It was easier to focus on the ice cream, and examining the parts of the machine over everything else, at least. He was still trying to wrap his mind around everything that he had been told the night before when he woke up in...Hogwarts. Molly never mentioned Hogwarts, or anything but the island. He had sat up, looking around the Great Hall to see that he was surrounded by other people.
He wasn't sure what to really do with himself. What he wanted was to find all of the various family members that were here, and get to know them for himself. The information that he had been given was a lot, and most of it was... It didn't tell him much about his children. Or his grandchildren. Merlin, he had grandchildren. That was something that was blowing his mind. His oldest was eleven, and yet, he had grandchildren. Quite a number of them too, by the sound of it.
Arthur had opened the top of the machine, peering inside curiously when he heard the door to the attached suite open. Raising his head, he couldn't help but blink owlishly at the man in front of him. Clearly, a Weasley, which meant he had to be one of Arthur's. At least, Arthur found himself praying that that was the case. He noticed a certain lack of symmetrical ears as he let his gaze wander over the man, and felt a smile smile form on his lips. "George?"
He couldn't help it. The tears welled up unbidden, and he took a step towards his son. "Well, look at you. Definitely not three anymore."