George F Weasley (gredified) wrote in restless_rp, @ 2015-12-12 23:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: george weasley, ep: three |
Who: George Weasley and OPEN
What: Closing time and off to grab a bite to eat
When: Early evening, Sat. 12th Dec.
Where: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Hogsmeade (formerly Zonko's) then onto The 3 Broomsticks
Rating: Medium. Language, innuendo, general lack of maturity, it is George after all
George closed the door of the shop behind the last customer of the day and sighed happily. It had been a busy day in the Hogsmeade branch of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes as it was the final Hogsmeade weekend for Hogwarts students before Christmas. The old joke shop had always been popular among students even back in the days it had been owned by dear old Zonko so when the Twins bought it they knew each and every Hogsmeade weekend would be busy. Christmas took that to a whole other level of busy.
Best part of all - it was only Saturday. There was a whole day to go before the weekend was over.
He thanked the two employees that worked the day as they made to go home, locking the shop up behind them and making his way to the back room where he kept his mirror to call Fred, who was back at the Diagon Alley store. "Freddie... pick up your mirror..." George sung to himself, waiting for his older Twin brother to answer his call. When Fred didn't answer George just figured his brother was busy with his head stuck in a cauldron or something so he left a message. "Oi, Tosser. Going to the 3 B's for dinner. If you want to be fed, meet me there. Otherwise, fend for yourself."
After he left his message, George grabbed his jacket and scarf off the coat rack by the back door of the shop, exited the building, locked up and then walked through the fine layer of snow toward The Three Broomsticks. He shoved his hands in his pockets, cursing himself for not bothering with gloves but given the short walk he didn't think he needed them. Out the front of the pub there was a specials board which George gave the once over before entering. It was warm inside compared to the chilly December air outside and George found himself reaching for his scarf and pulling it off, shrinking it down and shoving it in his pocket - knowing he'd need it later.
"Evening Madam Rosmerta, you're looking quite stunning this evening. Have you done something new with your hair?" George greeted the landlady of the pub with a charming grin. Of course, Madam Rosmerta had known both the Twins for years and was immune to their flirtatious nature but she played along and George was happy to continue the game even though it wasn't going anywhere. It was just friendly neighbourhood banter. No harm in it. "I'll have the butterbeer and pie special please. Is our usual table free?"
It was, not that it really bothered George where he sat, but he was quite fond of the table he and Fred carved their initials into the corner of during one of their early Hogsmeade visits when they were at school. It was a lifetime ago and Madam Rosmerta had long gotten the mark of vandalism fixed but the sentimental attachment was still there. From the table, George had clear view of the front door and the kitchen so he'd know if someone was going to join him or when the food was coming. Best seat in the house.