"I would, spewing nonsense doesn't change you," he said without pause. Barry was just off his rocker, not dangerous as far as George could tell. "Just makes conversations a bit longer." He popped a crisp into his mouth and raised an eyebrow at Cisco.
"Yeah, sure, I'll go with you."
He was about to eat a second crisp when the question left the younger kid's mouth. What happened? George set the fried potato goodness back down on the plate before reaching up to touch the magic scars close to his ear. Spell damage to the tissue was a tricky thing to heal. He wasn't ashamed of it or the fact his outer ear was basically gone. That was an injury well earned.
"Bit of a fight, we were trying to pull a fast one on some bad people... a spell struck me." That night was probably the beginning of the downward spiral of the wizarding world. Those memories were hardly pleasant.