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Gred (George Weasley) (halfthere) wrote in somerealityrpg,

"Mum wanted us to go into the Ministry, but we didn't," he remarked easily. There was a faint hitch in his voice, but not as pronounced as it had been. The arrival of Fred had helped smooth out some of the frayings on the edge of his soul. "Glad to know we are in good company for being brilliant without finishing school."

The zoo was amazing, but it was amplified by the company. Bill had been right, something he wasn't going to admit to his brother, an activity where they could talk was a brill idea. George yanked his hair back into a messy bun, not caring his damaged ear and spell scar was on display in this public place. People would probably do a double-take if they bothered to look. That was human nature really. He wasn't ashamed of the injury, nor would he ever be. He had earned it protecting Harry.

"Dangerous words," he flashed Cisco a devious grin. "I may lead you into chaos and mischief. Oh! Look," attention snagged again as he rushed over to a sign and pointed up to it in a near comical way. "We can find out weight out in bugs! I wonder how many ants I weigh, mate. Let's go to the bug room."

George was like a kid in a candy store at this point. There was a certain high from having fun with a person he had a crush on.

"They may have to kick us out of here. I want to see everything with you! Oh, but we can't forget the lights."