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Remus J. Lupin ([info]justmoony) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-01-17 00:51:00

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Entry tags:!1998: 01, !incomplete, george weasley, remus lupin

Who: Remus Lupin and George Weasley (Possible appearance by Fred?)
What: Managing Mischief.
When: 16th January; evening.
Where: Diagon Alley; WWW
Warning: TBD


As Remus tugged his coat on and brushed a hand through his hair, he reminded himself for what he hoped was the first and last time he would ever utter the words "I'm bored" around the Weasley twins. He was most certainly not bored now. He couldn't stop smirking and chuckling, but he wasn't bored. The boys always did remind him of James and Sirius more often than he'd like to admit and maybe that's why he'd let them get away with anything. They could run all over him and he'd just laugh and say boys would be boys.

Floo was the best way to travel, usually, but not from a safe-house. Remus apparated to a nearby abandoned house and flooed from there into the pub in Diagon Alley and then took the stroll down the towards the Weasley's shop. It was impossibly hard to miss even if you didn't know where you were going. A bit of a spring propelled Remus' steps towards the building, though he was a bit concerned by a dodgy looking hag hanging about outside, before pushing his way into the closed shop and locking up behind him.

He looked around, smiling at all the bright colors and the still-whirling objects, all the noise and loudness and the... Fred-and-George of it all. "Who do I need to hex to get some bloody service around here?" he called out, a cheerful tone to his rough voice.


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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-17 07:29 am UTC (link)
It was just about the end of the day, and George was finishing up with the last couple of customers. He heard Remus' yell and flashed him a grin from behind the counter, flipping him two fingers cheerfully. "Sod off. Some of us are working," he accused.

The two boys behind the counter were shuffled off with their purchases in hand easily enough, and George pulled open the register to start counting out the take for the day. "Lock the door and spin the sign to closed, would you?" he called.

It only took George a few minutes to count out, since he was practiced. When he finished it up, he locked the register and hopped over the counter. "You want to pass out in the storeroom, or up in our flat, Lupin?" he asked.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-17 07:40 am UTC (link)
"Hardly," Remus shot back with a chuckle, rolling his eyes at George and watching as the boys were sent along with their purchases. He held the door open for them, nodded, then locked up again and flipped the sign as he'd been asked. Then with his hands in the pocked of a shabby plaid tweed trench coat, he made his way towards the Weasley and the counter.

"I have every intention of passing out in my own bed, thank you," he replied with a smug smirk. It was humorous that the boys seemed to forget one thing that he had over the two of them, aside from tolerance. He was a werewolf. It took so much more to affect him the way he affected others. It was unfair, yes, but if they weren't smart enough to realize that, only a lesson in it would teach them. "You should be thinking about where you'd like to be tucked in, m'boy. Because I have no intention of losing a drinking contest to a amateur."

He unbuttoned the front of his jacket, tucked it and fraying gloves off to show a deep brown sweater underneath with the collar of a white shirt barely visible under that. He was neatly shaved, which was easier to maintain at this time of month and the grey in his hair didn't look quite so grey anymore. "I presume you have the necessary effect?" he asked. "Or did you need me to bring the whiskey too?" he asked, sliding a crumpled pack of cigarettes from a pocket and tucking one between his lips, lighting it.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-17 08:33 am UTC (link)
"Well only if you've got a portkey on you to take you back home after you're passed out under the table dreaming old wolfy dreams," George answered amiably. He grinned. "But just in case - upstairs, so you can tuck me into my actual bed. Or Fred's actual bed. Don't really care which since he's apparently defiled them both." Which George wasn't actually that worried about, he just liked to make a fuss.

He also wasn't so much overlooking Remus' werewolf nature as not caring. The point of a drinking contest wasn't actually who won. No one would remember who won anyway. It was just to get pissed. Which George didn't need much of a reason for anyway. Whatever he told his mother to the contrary.

"Well a gentlemen would have brought booze. But I suppose I can supply. Come on then," George told him, waving for Remus to follow and then leading him upstairs to the flat the twins kept above the shop.

It was, as usual, in a state of controlled chaos, with various experiments and such strewn around, along with the usual sort of clothes and dishes in the sink sort of mess that made up most young men's flats. George motioned to the sofa. "Just shove stuff to the floor if it's in the way," he told Remus, vanishing to retrieve a bottle and glasses.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-17 08:51 am UTC (link)
"It's a good thing no one's ever called me a gentleman before," Remus replied, producing a minuscule bottle of whiskey from his pocket once George's back was turned and tapping it with his wand to make it grow to full size again. He'd love to see someone drink it when it was pocket-sized; all that alcohol concentrated into such a small space. But that was Sirius' idea of a fun trick. He wondered if it was strange that he couldn't stop thinking about the other man even after almost two years. He pushed the thought from his mind; it would do him no good.

He glanced around the flat with a smirk. It did look like a couple of teenage bachelors lived there, but hardly any worse for it being these bachelors than any others. Still, he was amused. He tossed his coat down over a chair, taking a seat and looking for some place to flick his ash. Finding nothing, he transfigured a bit of crumpled paper into an ashtray and used that instead. "You boys are doing well for yourselves, aren't you?" he called back. "I'm proud of that. I always knew you'd amount to something good - all of you kids. You have what so few other people have: fantastic and supportive parents. Even if your mother does nag." But then again, Molly treated everyone like they were her children. If he hadn't known her for so long he might have found it off-putting. Instead he found it endearing.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-17 08:58 am UTC (link)
"Oh come on, Professor Lupin. All the tweediness and good manners and such. Someone had to have called you a gentlemen. I bet you were the good one that all the mums wanted to date their daughters," George told him, emerging with the bottle and glasses and plonking them down on the cluttered coffee table, swiping aside a stray Pygmy Puff and then dropping down onto the sofa. "If mum drops by and it smells of smoke, I'm telling her it was you." Or possibly Bill or Charlie. George just like blaming his older brothers for it, usually.

"Mum's brilliant. I mean sometimes I want to work out a permanent silencing charm for her, but she's brilliant anyway," he told Remus with a shrug. George loved his mother. He could do without her meddling in his life, but then he and Fred had been fairly independent from about age nine and up.

"Yeah, we're doing all right. Have the second shop going now. Shagging the help, some of us, and all. We'll be rich and too snobby to talk to any of you lot because we're too busy bathing in money and buying countries to bother," George told him, grinning.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-17 09:28 am UTC (link)
Remus pondered this for a moment, wondering if anyone had ever made an accusation. "I think Lily's mother might have said it once. But then James had the wool pulled so firmly over her eyes that she never knew what any of us were up to. Hm, and I think Andromeda may have just the once as well, but I'm certain she was bluffing. Come to think of it, your mother said it as well and quickly took it back a day or so later," he said with a shrug, ashing his cigarette again before taking a deep drag off it. "Your mum knows I smoke, blame it on me as you wish," he said with a smile.

He nodded, listening silently as George talking about his mother. She really didn't change and he was glad that Percy was the only one who came out just like Molly. Nothing against her, of course, but she was one-of-a-kind and he thought they could all agree that one was plenty. Then again, none of them were quite like Arthur either. It was almost as though they all kept trying to one-up the one before them. He found it rather admirable, actually.

"Well, I expect you to remember not only your initial investors but your mentors of sorts, when you're forgetting all the little people," he said with a raise of an eyebrow. "After all, where would you be without us?"

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-17 09:42 am UTC (link)
"She knows you smoke and hasn't been howling after you to stop it off yet?" George asked. He snorted. "You're her new favorite, since Perce faffed off to the Ministry." Though he was back these days and working with the DA. Which reminded him. "Oh. Yeah. Our new temporary shop boy-slash-eye-candy is joining up with the Order. Davies - he's a mate from school. Mostly." Since they gave him a hard time often enough that "mate" might be stretching it, sometimes.

"We'll remember to forget you, 'course. Mister Moony." George grinned and poured them the first round of shots. "Probably still in detention without you all. I mean we'd have found the passages probably eventually. But we'd have gotten caught loads doing it. And Filch would have strung us up by our entrails or something. He was always muttering shite like that."

George downed his shot and poured another, leaning back in the sofa and letting Remus get his first down before George drank a second. No sense getting a head start. "So how long did it take you lot to get that map working, anyway?"

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-17 10:23 am UTC (link)
"Oh, she quit that nonsense years ago. I suppose she figures I have a hard enough time that a little tobacco isn't going to kill me. And at least it's just that and not weed and whatever else I used to roll and smoke the first time around." He thoughtfully scratched a long thumb-nail along his bottom lip and quirked an eyebrow at George's assessment of their new shop help. "I'm quite familiar with Mister Davies," he said. From what he remembered, the term eye candy wasn't far off, was it? Not that he needed to say that out loud. Though his gaze did shift to George, giving him a once-over. They weren't his students anymore, now were they? No. They were practically his peers. Sure. That justified it.

Remus leaned forward, knocked back the shot and waited for George to pour a second before downing that one as well and setting his glass down, finishing off his cigarette and stubbing it out. "Well, it would have taken me a month, two months at the most if Sirius didn't keep insisting we do it his way and add all these unnecessary bells and whistles in the name of a good laugh. As it was, it took us most of our forth year to put it together and that was only because I finally convinced him to shut up and let me do it my way," he said with a shrug.

"Though to be honest," he said, scratching the back of his neck, "Dumbledore gave us the parchment. It was already charmed, we just had to draw the map and find all of the passageways. And oh, we found every last one of them. And of course we had to throw our own charms on there and make sure it worked right... But the paper itself already had a bit of magic in it. Dumbledore always... took good care of me," he said with a nod and then reached out for another shot. There was a conversation he wasn't getting into. Ever.

"James would have loved you both," he said. "You're just his kind of people - you and Fred both. And Sirius. Well, I know how he felt about you two. He was proud that our legacy was living on in perfectly capable hands." He could say more, but it would all be wildly inappropriate and too-much-information.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-17 10:40 am UTC (link)
George gave him an innocent sort of hopeful look. Or he tried, anyway. George had lost the ability to look believably innocent right about the time he got out of nappies and slipped his first something into Percy's drink. (Which had actually happened on the same day, or so he'd been told.) "Don't suppose you have any of that sort of thing to smoke then? For the sake of RESEARCH." Anything could be justified in the name of research if one was creative about it.

"The laughs are the best bit, though," George told him, a bit earnestly really. He and Fred loved that sodding map. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wortmail were their first heroes. Well. Second. Their older brothers chased mummies and tended dragons. So there might have been some hero worship mixed in with the demonic little brothers act, too. "So you're taking all the credit then? Those other blokes were just riding on Moony's coattails?"

George looked a bit like someone had taken away his favorite toy and had a piss all over it, really. "Dumbledore HELPED? You had the HEADMASTER'S help?" He pursed his lips. "Giants have fallen and turned into tiny little garden gnomes in my heart," he lamented with great and showy sadness. "You'd best tell me some good stories of debauchery and pranks to raise yourself back up in my esteem." He downed his second shot and then dangled the glass between two fingers at Remus in a clear pour me more sort of gesture.

"Fred and me liked Sirius. I mean. . ." Well, sometimes. He'd been a bit mad and unpredictable and hadn't always seemed to appreciate the twins' sense of a dramatic entrance or their habit of exploding things when bored. But he'd had moments where he was different, and more aware, and the twins had chatted with him about pranks gone by now and then. George, in a rare moment of thoughtfulness, refrained from mentioning that Remus' former mate was barking mad at the end though. "Gin's carrying the torch these days. Along with her girlfriend." Which George approved of, since it mean no grubby little younger year bloke was pawing at his sister.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-17 11:07 am UTC (link)
"I very well do not have any non-medicinal herbal substances for you to partake in," he said, pulling his best serious-Remus face. It wasn't very convincing, especially since he added a, "We'll see," and a shifty glance to the statement a half a second later.

He laughed and shook his head then, pouring another shot for both of them. "No, no... you misunderstand. If they'd have done what I told them to do it would have gotten done faster, instead of pissing around with needless additions. We all - well, James and Sirius and I - put in equal effort. And Dumbledore did not help," he defended firmly. "He merely gave us charmed parchment. I highly doubt he charmed it. It's little better than what you could find at a joke shop in those days, but it did spark the idea."

He sat back in the chair again. "You see," he continued, "a lot of those passages were built just so I could attend Hogwarts. And of course I knew where they were and I found plenty of other passages exploring during breaks my first year - before the others even knew what I am. And I had to know how to sneak out without anyone finding me. So Dumbledore taught me a few things when I was very young and I just... expanded my knowledge from that starting point. It was meant to be purely utilitarian, I assure you. Then James and Sirius got hold of it and, well... you have the map as it is today. I had another map before that which we had to figuratively tear apart to see how it worked. That was all us. But it was just building something better out of what we had. So don't get all offended. We did put all the work into that ourselves. I just had an unfair advantage in that I was actually meant to have the thing."

Remus downed another couple of shots, not sure what he was even up to now, but it was starting to burn going down, so he figured it was about time for another smoke. "I know," Remus said. "He was losing it a bit at the end. I..." he started to say and then wasn't really sure how to finish that statement. "I did what I could, but it was never enough. Used to be, but Azkaban did horrible things to his mind and there was nothing that could be done. It's better we remembered him a hero instead of what he would have inevitably become." Or that's what Remus kept telling himself. It helped ease the sting. He still couldn't help feeling like he had failed though. Still, there were elements he didn't want to get into.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-17 11:26 am UTC (link)
George gave genuinely startled laugh. Sure Remus had been a mapmaker and all, but he was also an Order member, and he'd been a Professor there for a bit, so George hadn't seriously expected any kind of positive answer there. Not that he'd complain!

"Oh. So you were trying to order them about and give them lessons. . . you were a Professor even when you weren't a Professor," George decided with a smirk. He made a dismissive and vaguely rude noise. "Charmed parchment you buy in bulk is bollocks. Barely worth the money. Fred and me thought about making better, but then we were bored thinking about it, so we didn't." Since Fred and George had a lot of ideas, and generally the ones that didn't make them giggle to think about got ignored in favor of ones that seemed like more fun right from the get go.

He listened though. It made sense a bit. Not the oldest passages, but there were quite a few that he and Fred had judged added right about the same time, and they'd wondered why. The one to the Shack they'd sussed out the reason for when they found out Lupin had a fuzzy night once a month. But the others hadn't made as much sense. "Fred and me did some charms and stuff, and we tried to recreate the map a couple of times, but never quite came out the same. I've got this idea. . . " George leaned forward a little, gesturing in a broad and pointless sort of way, empty shot glass moving with his hand. "I thought about doing it as an Order tool. If there was a way to take a blank parchment, build all the charms in, and then set it to a certain building when you got within range to do an instant map - not an in-depth one, but a basic sort. And have it tracking people inside. Be brilliant for Aurors or the like if they're trying to sneak in. But when we tried, any kind of wards up to check for spells got triggered. Plus we figured it'd be utter shite if we made them and then the other side got hold of them to use against us. So we gave it up." Also they'd been distracted by Fred trying to charm a Pygmy Puff to fly.

He settled back again, pouring another shot from a bottle that seemed to not actually be getting much lower, somehow. (Neverending Weasley Whiskey, patent pending if Ogden's got off their arse to partner up about it.) He shrugged a little. "He was a good bloke," was all George really thought to say. He didn't really want to dwell on the dead when he didn't have to, so he raised the shot instead and smiled. "Bet he could drink you under the table too."

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-17 01:43 pm UTC (link)
He listened to George's explanation, already trying to figure out ways that he could possibly help. Everything was a little more difficult without Dumbledore and Sirius around to give direction to his thoughts.

"First you'll need to figure out something that identifies in a reliable manner the security measures in place and then you'll have to know the counter-charms or counter-hexes to these to silence any alarms that might go off. Then, if it's a magical location - one that's hidden from the Muggles, I mean - it will have some form of making charm in it that you could, in theory, tap into with the use of the 'map'. Since every single thing in the building will have to be masked by this magic, the correct complimentary magic should very well be able to identify all the limits and figures inside. Not names, of course, but you'll have an idea of where people are located. And there is the possibility of creating charms that each member of our side could carry that could identify them by a second color or by name on the map itself so we can tell our side from theirs. It sounds complicated, but when you break it down into individual steps, is shouldn't be. I would start with creating the map itself and then figuring out how to bypass the security measures. Test it on the safe-houses or... wherever we decide to re-establish headquarters."

He shrugged, then. "I think it's a good idea, personally. And they could be personalized so that each one could only be activated and used by one person - like fingerprint recognition." It was easier to stay on this subject than to waver about it again. But he kept drinking and so he kept talking.

"Sirius, when we were younger, was always in some state of intoxication. So he had an unfair advantage. Or disadvantage. And in more recent years there wasn't the same sort of fun between us so I never attempted. He mostly drank alone. But," Remus said, accepting the shot with a nod, "it's much better to drink with company, I think. Even if I think you're trying to get an old man hammered so you can ask him to tell you embarrassing stories. But a stand by what I said," he added pointedly, "there are quite a few contributing factors there and you have already gotten me well on my way to a couple of them. Now, on with the flattery and you'll have the rest."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-18 08:27 am UTC (link)
"Yeah. We figured we'd need all of that about. We were thinking of maybe being able to have the tracking charm on the temporary maps locate the dark marked types too - that bloody thing has to put up a bit of a trace all the time. That way even if we couldn't identify everyone, it could tell the Marked types," George told him. He bit his lip thoughtfully and cocked his head. "Setting them to one person only might work. Help keep it out of the wrong hands." He flashed a smile at Remus. "Maybe we'll start working on it again."

George took another drink and sunk down deeper in the sofa. "You're not that old. If you were that old, I wouldn't want to hear the stories because they'd be about the dark ages and History of Magic was bloody boring the first time around," he teased. "'salways better with company."

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-18 11:38 am UTC (link)
Remus nodded, "Do keep me updated on how you're doing with it, won't you?" He was intrigued by this project of theirs and as much as he wanted to get his hands right into it and get them messy, it was time the twins took that responsibility over. After all, they had built all this; they were clearly skilled.

"Ah well," he answered with a chuckle, contemplating his cigarette for a moment. "Thank you for saying so. History of Magic was mind-numbingly dull when I took it as well. I don't believe the curriculum has changed all that much to be honest and they still skim over all the really interesting parts." He leaned forward, contemplating for a moment how uncomfortable his pending question was going to cause George. After all, he had been their professor and it was clear the boys still thought of him in such a way. Now they were practically peers and he didn't feel it was out of place or inappropriate; but it was still amusing...

"So tell me," he said, "Why is Fred shagging the shop girl and you're notably without something pretty and amusing. Seems to me that you're the only one left not otherwise attached to someone else. Even Ginny has a girlfriend, didn't you say? Something we should know, George?" Why yes, he was asking a former student about his sexual orientation.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-18 11:49 pm UTC (link)
"Right. We've got to get the shop squared away before we can focus on it. But we can bring you by to consult. You're the bloke who helped with the first map, after all," George offered. He and Fred usually worked by themselves, mostly because no one else could keep up with them or understand them, since they tended to communicate in half sentences and vague sounds that the other one somehow understood, while working. But they weren't opposed to help when it was available.

"They've got that new bloke in there teaching now though. Wanker, Gin says I think." And a purist twat, according to some of the D.A.

George blinked at the question and then laughed. Because really, that kind of question only came about when someone was trying to pick you up, usually. And it wasn't as if Lupin would, but that's what George thought of, and it was sort of funny.

He choked off his chuckles by finishing his shot and then shrugged. "Bit busy." George wasn't exactly secretive about his inclinations. He liked girls. He also liked boys. He just didn't have as much experience with the latter. And George didn't have as much experience in general as Fred. Not that he was celibate, or hadn't had his fair share - he just tended to be more talk than action. "And yeah, Gin's got a girlfriend. She seems a bit all right. So are you asking why I'm not getting laid, or if I like blokes, Lupin?" Never let it be said George was subtle.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 12:27 am UTC (link)
He expected the laughter and it hardly phased him, he merely tossed back another shot - very much feeling the loose buzz through his limbs - and let a faint smirk crawl across his expression. He'd never known a man George's age to be a 'bit busy' when it came to sexual relations. And obviously he was good-looking. If Fred was getting a bit, George should have the same opportunities open to him. Or at least that seemed logical enough to Remus.

Chuckling a little at George, Remus gave a shrug and ran his hand through shaggy hair. "Both," he replied, pouring another round. "I'm asking why you're not getting laid and if you like blokes. Though to be fair, I didn't ask, I inferred the latter point. I nevertheless would still like an answer to it."

He knew that it was the kind of question that guys only asked when they were trying to pick someone up. Hell, he'd done it enough times to know exactly the way the inflection in his voice sounded and what his body language said (leaning in, interested; arms not folded, open; eye contact, unashamed) to the effect. He hardly had any illusion about people's opinions of him. The surprise he met when people found out about he and Tonks said enough to that matter. But he'd said many times before that it was complicated and it was.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 01:54 am UTC (link)
George hesitated a second and then shrugged. "I like blokes. And birds. And no particular reason that I'm not getting laid, save the people I hang about are usually friends, and shagging elsewhere, and the rest of the time I'm working." Working was a lot like playing in George's world, but it was still true. He hung about Ang, who had dated Fred and was thus off limits. And was Ang besides, so she never wanted to shag him. Or Katie, or Ali, or Wood or Lee or other friends. He picked up people now and then, but not that often. Usually he just flirted and tormented - which were more or less the same thing, and that was as far as it went.

Of course he made out that he got laid a lot more than he actually did. And it wasn't like he COULDN'T if he was trying. He just hadn't been trying was all.

"Suppose you're getting it often enough. Tonks seems like she'd be up for it." Tonks was cute and fun, and George might have thought about fancying her a bit, if he didn't wonder just how clumsy she might be in bed, since knocking over everything was cute, but accidentally kneeing in the groin hurt a lot.

That wasn't the sort of thing you should ask a former professor probably. But George was drunk enough that what little sense of propriety he had wasn't operating. Plus Remus started it!

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 02:09 am UTC (link)
Interesting. Not that he was surprised at all, but it was interesting nonetheless. He tried not to imagine just what he might have gotten up to at Hogwarts. He knew what HE got up to there and he wasn't even on the Quiddich team. That was, largely, a contributing factor to a boy's worth when it came to shagging him.

"It's complicated," he said, which made it sound like sex with Tonks was a chore and it certainly wasn't. "She's brilliant, no doubt about that. Wears me out, that's for damn sure. And when it's close to the full moon, that can be a task. But," he stubbed out his cigarette and immediately lit another, pouring another round of shots. "I'm sure it comes as a surprise to absolutely no one that I have at least an equal interest in men," he downed the shot, "and generally find myself harboring those inclinations more the further I get from the full moon. I've always supposed it has something to do with not being overcome with aggressively dominant desires and it being, simply put, safer to be with someone who I would otherwise see as competition and attempt to position myself against." And there wasn't but a sliver of moon in the sky tonight, as it was.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 02:34 am UTC (link)
George had, in fact, not known that Remus liked men. Mostly because he'd never thought about it, and then Remus was dating Tonks, who was not male. (Though they'd once tried to ask her if she could in fact MORPH into a male, and whether said equipment functioned if she did. Luckily they'd gotten distracted before asking. Though they kept meaning to again.) So he'd just figured Remus was straight.

Apparently not, and George's expression, a little drink-blurred already, registered surprise. "Yeah? So. . . does she know that? I mean is it the sort of thing where you both play about on the side, or you get another bloke in bed or something?" Which was actually a bit hot to think about. Not that he'd thought about Lupin naked before. Tonks maybe. But then she'd never been his Professor. Though really that hadn't kept him form picturing Sinastra naked. A lot. It just never occurred to him with Lupin.

Wasn't such a bad image when he thought about it like that though. Skinny and gray, but a bit fit for his age.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 03:09 am UTC (link)
Remus rubbed at his neck and shrugged, "She knows of my inclinations," he answered. And sometimes he felt bad that he couldn't - or wouldn't - be more open with her about what he needed, but he had tried to tell her more than once and it just wasn't a conversation they'd ever been able to have. Being a werewolf wasn't the only reason he'd tried to discourage her from pursuing an actual relationship. But the fact was, he did love her and he would do what he could to protect her from knowing certain things.

"But no," he answered, "there are no understandings between us. It simply isn't talked about. We don't live together, we're not married and she knows that I have my reasons for not doing those things. Though I do imagine it wouldn't take much to get her to let another man into bed with us if I didn't have to constantly battle with my own territoriality and possessiveness. It's the nature of the wolf," he sighed and waved a hand dismissively. Maybe that was blame-shifting, turning responsibility onto a nature he couldn't control. He could just admit that he couldn't settle and that it was his own problem. But as far as women went, Tonks was all he could ever desire. There was just that other need...

He glanced up at George, giving him another once-over and then leaning back to take a drag off his cigarette. "Not to say that I didn't have a good bit of fun when I was your age. Sirius always brought girls home who were in to that sort of thing."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 03:27 am UTC (link)
For an observant bloke, George had apparently not caught on to loads of things. "So you and Black. . .?" he asked, sitting forward a little, as he listened, making a vague gesture that was meant to imply shagging, but really didn't do anything of the sort. Though it managed to look dirty in no identifiable way, somehow.

"And you shag about. AND date Tonks. So. You're a bit of a shagger, aren't you?" George looked a bit impressed, really, and amused.

"Never figured you for the type, Lupin. What about Harry's dad? You lot were friends and all - were you that kind of friend?" George asked. Which he actually wouldn't ask when sober, but it didn't occur to him not to, just now.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 04:53 am UTC (link)
Remus snorted, "Don't bloody say it like that," he said, shaking his head. "No, I do love Tonks, really. She's the only woman I could ever want. But there are some inclinations that can't be ignored. I very well can't rough her up the way I could rough up a man, now could I? Sure, Tonks could take a bit, but it's the principle of thing," he said pointedly. "Women are meant to be handled a certain way. With men, fuck it," he waved a hand, "Sirius and I put our fair share of dents in the walls. There's still a few over at the old Black house for sure."

He took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling, chuckling to himself. This conversation wouldn't be happening if he were sober. He'd be mortified in the morning, for sure. "James? No. No..." he made a face. "Completely straight. Loved women. Loved Lily, most importantly. There was no one else in his world once there was here. Damn good man. None of us could ever hope to be as good as him. No, it was just me and Sirius and we had our games. There's a reason he ended up being a giant dog when he found his form. It's because he needed to be able to get me by the back of the neck no matter what form I took. And he could."

He looked back at George and then rolled his eyes and took another shot. "I pray neither of us remember this in the morning," he muttered.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 05:22 am UTC (link)
It was an old fashioned sort of attitude, and George giggled a bit. "You've never had a go with some of the Quidditch girls, then." Which actually, George never had. But they struck him as girls who would probably take charge and not like a bit of bruising here and there. George was more playful than rough anyway, most of the time.

He pursed his lips, attention wandering a little as he considered the source of the dents at the Black house. Sirius had been a bit thin and mangy and mad. But once in a while you could look at him and see how fit he was when he was younger. Plus George had seen some pictures. It wasn't that bad of an image. Especially if he stuck Tonks there too. Or off to the side watching or something.

He looked a little crosseyed by the time he got to the bit about the back of Remus' neck. "Huh." George pursed his lips thoughtfully and reached to try to steal Remus' shot instead of getting his own. "So you're a kinky old ponce, huh?"

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 05:31 am UTC (link)
"Doesn't matter if they can handle it," he said. "It's the principle. Women ought to be treated a certain way." He wasn't sure if that made him chivalrous or chauvinistic. Then again, he didn't think the two were actually so different. Even wolves were... well, you mated with your mate and you rut against whatever you wanted to display your dominance over.

He noticed George heading for his shot glass and in a snap he had it out from under the boy's fingertips, in his own hand, drained and back on the table. Reflexes were still right on target. Good. His gaze - eyes holding a slight yellowish twinge to the light brown, streaked with color, and smirked. "Kinky?" he repeated. "Not quite the word I'd use. I've simply had to fight some people for my position when I want it. When I don't want it or when it's given freely, I don't have to fight for it. Though currently I'm too pissed to give a hell about positions so," he trailed off.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 05:55 am UTC (link)
"What if they like being knocked about? I mean not in the smacking them sense, but in liking it rough and all? So you're not doing what she wants if you don't do HER like she wants?" George shrugged good-naturedly. "But it is different with blokes than girls." Thus the appeal of liking both. If it was the same, there wasn't much point in liking both. George appreciated nice, soft girl-curves and all that went with them, and the less-soft and not-so-curvy blokes and all that went with them. More girls tended to turn his head, but George mostly thought that was because he hung out with a lot of bloody gorgeous women.

He laughed as Remus snatched the glass and gave him a flipped two fingers. "Quick, Lupin." Which wasn't surprising, since he was a wolf and all.

"You're probably too pissed to get into positions anyway," George answered nonsensically. Since he wasn't quite that drunk, so it was unlikely Remus was. This was an odd sort of conversation to have with a Professor. He half hoped he remembered it tomorrow, just so he could tell Fred about it. Though Fred would probably think he was full of it if he said he half thought Lupin was making a pass.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 06:29 am UTC (link)
Scoffing, Remus rolled his eyes at George and looked utterly doubtful. "Please. I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. You may have youth and energy and tolerance on your side, dear boy," he cocked an eyebrow. "But allow me to point out that I still have strength and practice on mine."

Was he suggesting that he was interested in something occurring with George? No, not exactly. He certainly wouldn't turn it down... Or, well, he might out of sheer guilt; that seemed to have been keeping him at home a lot more nights these days. And there was the fact that this was George Weasley. He'd taught half the family and the other half were his contemporaries and... And he never had a name to go with a face since Sirius died and somehow that made it more wrong than the fact that he was engaged to Tonks which, in turn, made him feel even worse...

The fact that he ran in circles with himself justifying his was exhausting when he was perfectly aware of the kind of man he was. He couldn't settle down, not with the constant, pacing, tense, growling force inside of him. It was easier when it had been simpler and he was... just Remus. Solution? Drink more. That was his solution to most things these days.

"Besides," he added finally, "I might be too pissed to care, but I'm not too pissed to do anything else."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 07:00 am UTC (link)
"'m strong. I was a Beater, you know. Clobbered bludgers. Plus I carry around boxes all the time, and sometimes we stack them up and they fall over on me because Fred is a twat who can stack properly, and I have to lift my way out using my muscles. Or my wand, 'cause that's usually easier when you're being crushed to death," George rambled.

George mostly thought they were just talking. And drinking. He poured himself another shot and sagged down into the sofa, gesturing with it as he talked, which nearly had him wearing half of it, but somehow he managed to not slosh the liquid over the edge. "Would have thought that was the other way around, anyway." He meant Remus and Sirius. Dog and wolf, you'd think the wolf would be the one doing the neck-biting bit. Of course George didn't think to clarify, so it was highly possible the comment made no sense anyway.

George still half thought Remus was making a pass. But not seriously, since it was Lupin, who used to be his Professor. So maybe he was being a bit on the dense side, but it wasn't every day a Professor wanted in your trousers.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 07:08 am UTC (link)
"Right," Remus said, a bit doubtfully. Oh, he believed that George was strong enough, but inebriated was a different thing entirely. Maybe it would almost be a fair fight this time a month. And to be honest, that made him feel better about the whole deal.

"It switched," he clarified. "When I needed to be controlled, he was strong enough to do it. But we sparred for position now and then. Sometimes he'd win, sometimes I would, sometimes we never even had to fight." He shrugged. "It was what it was and it worked. He had his girls on the side and when I wanted one he'd tell them to bring a friend. It wasn't..." he started, thinking harder. "It wasn't a relationship or anything like that. Just friends who shagged now and then." Which were, in his younger days, the best kinds of friends. Now he just wasn't in the mood all that often. Age and stress got to him. And maybe it was driving him a little loony too.

"There," he said pointedly. "You got your lurid stories." It wasn't the end of the conversation, but it was a nod that George was going to have to put up or shut up pretty soon because Remus was running out of things to say on the matter.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 07:27 am UTC (link)
George flexed one arm in what was probably meant to be an impressive display of muscles, but really looked more like him almost punching himself in the head. Which he, thankfully, managed to not quite do.

George wrinkled his nose, thoughtful rather than disgusted, at the confession, considering that. "That's the best sort anyway. Friends and such." Of course his friends were just friends and didn't actually tumble into bed. Not that he'd say no if Katie suddenly had a mind. Or Wood or Lee. Ange probably, because she was Ange and she'd already shagged Fred. Or near to it. Also because she was Ange and she might well bean him over the head with something heavy if he ever tried to grope her.

He laughed. "I did. Bet you have more though. Know any good ones about Snape secretly getting caught dressing up like a schoolgirl and begging someone to spank him? Because that'd be BRILLIANT and I'd tell EVERYONE." George was not actually that proactive about snogging. He flirted constantly and wildly, but he didn't make many moves with people he knew. That was why he hadn't had anyone he was shagging for Remus to ask about, after all.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 08:08 am UTC (link)
Well, Remus didn't know about that. It used to be, sure, anymore... Friends meant possible attachments and that wouldn't do, would it? Or... fuck it. He didn't even know what he thought anymore. The alcohol was getting to him. (Right, that was totally it.)

Remus snorted. "Hell, if I had any such stories about Snape, I would be telling them to everyone I knew. But no, no such dirt, unfortunately. Except we did think we'd caught him with another bloke, once. Turns out it was just a very ugly girl and not Snape at all." He shrugged casually and tossed his cigarette butt in the ashtray, not noticing it burned out a while ago. "I might have a story about your mum and what happens when she drinks, but I don't remember if it was actually your mum in the story, so I'm not going to tell it. Plus, if it was, you don't want to know. An hm. Got some good ones about Dumbledore, but I don't think you'd want to know that either..." Remus scratched the side of his cheek and shook his head. "Nope, that's it, you've got all my best stories. Your turn to think of something to amuse the old man with."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 09:01 am UTC (link)
George pulled a truly disgusted face then. "My MUM has never been drunk. Or had sex. My brothers and Gin and me were all made out of magic and bits of dad's hair. 'swhy he doesn't have much left," he told Remus. Emphatically, if not accurately. Since it stood to reason his parents had shagged. A lot. George just pretended it was otherwise. He did not need his fragile balance of denial shattered!

Dumbledore though. . . well not sex stories. Because he was old. Or he had been old. He wasn't anything now, which probably meant telling stories about him was rude anyway. But he'd probably like having stories of his wild youth bandied about, George thought. Dumbledore had been that sort of bloke. All hairy and twinkly and mad. "They were probably good stories. About Dumbledore. I bet he had lots of explosions," George told Remus. Explosions always made a story better. Also a film. Or a day. Everything was better with explosions, so long as one wasn't in the explosion.

George poured another shot, and this one went a bit wobbly and splashed, but he didn't care, since he still got a good bit in the glass to drink. "I could tell you about the time Ange snogged me and it was better'n Fred, and then she slugged me," George told him, sounding both drunk, and very cheerful about being slugged. It was still funny. Also the "better than Fred" was merely George's interpretation, but it was one he'd insisted on since it happened.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 09:26 am UTC (link)
"No, never..." he corrected, "which is why I'm clearly remembering another loud ginger and not your mum at all. There was never any Christmas parties long before you were born," he smirked. He actually wasn't sure if it was Molly, but he could see it being her, in her girlish youth. The thought amused him, but it had no place when he was trying to get into her son's trousers. Or at least over onto the same side of the table as him.

"Tons of explosions," Remus answered. "He was a lively old bastard to his final day and if I had one person in my life it was him. Taught me that I shouldn't have to apologize for being who I am. And that love, if you find it, overcomes absolutely jack shit. Only fools are romantics, that's the lesson to take from him." He took a deep breath and looked a bit happy for a moment. "But he was a damn good man to get completely trashed with. Funniest bloody jokes I'd ever heard; and dirty too. All with that damned twinkle in his eye..."

Remus trailed, still chuckling at the memories as George went on. He listened with a smirk, shaking his head slowly at the boy. "I'd be more interested in the fact that she slugged you," he said, cocking an eyebrow. "You're young, still..." he said. "You have plenty of time to get some interesting stories. The trick is, you can't just sit there and expect an interesting story to come to you. You have to go for it yourself."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 09:43 am UTC (link)
George raised a finger. "No shagging. Ever. And no parties. Mum and dad lived in a. . . shoebox. And magicked us out of hair, and never did anything fun." And that was how it should stay!

George blinked. "You got trashed with Doreumble?" Something about that sounded off, and after a second he corrected. "Dumbledore." There. That was it! Bloody long names. People should have short names when you were pissed. Like Bob. Or Dick.

George giggled a bit. "Dick," he mumbled. That was such a funny name. If he ever had a son, he'd name him Dick. Dick Fred Weasley. Or maybe Dick Peter Weasley. Then he'd have two dicks in his name. Except it'd make him think of Scabbers, who'd been Pettigrew, and sometimes George got distracted wondering if Scatters had ever watched him wank or something when he was a pet. Which was vile.

It was possible, George decided, that he was drunk. "You're more drunk than me," he told Remus preemptively. Just in case.

He considered what Remus had said. "That doesn't sound like Bumbledore, you know. The romantic shite. I mean he was all twinkly and old and hairy and strange, but he seemed the sort who'd say something about love being important." He paused and then added. "Believe the bit about the jokes though. He probably knew that one about the woodcutter and the tree and the thing. I don't remember it jus' now, but ended up with a woodpecker." Or maybe the woodpecker was in the beginning. Or maybe it was a hummingbird. Or a chicken. George couldn't remember. "Some kinda bird, anyway."

"She slugged me because she thought I was Fred," George explained. Or because he and Fred had swapped to see if she'd notice, but George didn't bother explaining that part. "I go after stories. I INVENT stories. Loads of them have me and Fred blowing eyebrows off though."

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 10:42 am UTC (link)
It was almost sweet how trashed he was, really. Remus was amused. Of course now he felt the desire to prove that he very much won this drinking contest and bump the boy's ego down a notch...

"No, he'd tell you love was an important thing to have and to cultivate, something to hold precious and dear. Romance, on the other hand... Passionate love, as amazing as it is... used to tell me that it only hurt in the end. No matter what it always hurt in the end. That's why he... never married." Well, there were other reasons, but that was the start of it."

As he listened to George drunkenly ramble on, he knocked back another shot and pushed himself up from his chair, a little wobbly in his head for a moment but after he got his equilibrium back, he walked around the edge of the table and took a seat next to George on the couch. Nothing shady about it. Simply proving his ability to walk a straight line. "Alright," he said. "Give me your best story, true or not. Let's hear it. If you think you're still sober enough to function, much less talk a clear sentence."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-19 11:15 am UTC (link)
George cocked his head as Remus moved, eyeing him a bit suspiciously. Mostly because George usually drank with Ange or Katie or Fred, and one could never trust them not to swat at you with something if you'd said something drunken and stupid that you didn't remember. "Ehh. Bollocks. I mean my mum and dad, despite not having ever had sex, are still all romantic and sweet sometimes in ways that make Fred and me want to hex off our own ears. Again. Even though it hurt to grow back the first time we did it because Perce wouldn't shut up going on about something or other." George didn't remember what now. And actually he didn't think they'd been TRYING to hex off their own ears, but it had sort of happened. Their mum had shrieked to high heaven. Which they hadn't heard that well, naturally. "Or what about whatsit. Harry's mum and dad. Said they were mad for each other, yeah? I mean while they were around. Or umm. . . . other people." There were more! George just couldn't be buggered to think of their names, was all.

It was a bit funny that none of the Professors at school seemed to be married or the like though. It was probably because they were all ancient though. Maybe they'd been married but gotten old and dotty and forgot about it.

"Best story?" George considered that. There were so many! There was the time that they managed to charm Malfoy's ears giant and set them to fighting each other. There was the week of Lee's Hair, where they'd managed to charm it different colors and shapes every day without him ever noticing. There was the Woodcock line of products, which still made them giggle whenever they thought about actually selling them. And the time they'd charmed Ice Mice stronger and had them run about and turn the common room into a skating rink, and McGonagall almost fell on her arse. Oh and the bit with the worms! And that charm that had backfired! And when they'd invented that thing they didn't talk about because it was seven different kinds of illegal, and that was special, even for them, even if it was WICKED brilliant.

There were so many. And none of them sexual, because George didn't actually have as many of those stories as he made out, and none of them were that inventive. "Best story was the day we lit out from Hogwarts," George decided finally. "It was brilliant. Swamp run amuck and fireworks and we summoned our wands, and Umbridge, the cow, looked like her face was going to explode from angry. And then we opened the shop. Which was brilliant." George beamed at the memory. "'course now Ange calls us dropouts when she's brassed. But worth it. Not like we were learning anything that year anyway, and we could've passed exams if we cared. Rubbish anyway. Don't need it for a shop."

George wasn't precisely uninterested. Just unaware, and drunk.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-19 11:37 am UTC (link)
Frankly, Remus thought it was futile to even get into the discussion about how all love was fated all the time and it always ended with pain, even if the love itself went on to survive for years or decades, it would always be shadowed with pain and the memory of pain and lost and ache... James and Lily, they were perfect. Sure, they had their fights but they were still perfect. Even still there was a moment there where Lily had to watch her husband as he was killed and even if that moment culminated in a practical supernova of the purest kind of love, there was still a moment - he knew there had to be - where Lily felt the most unbearable kind of pain. It spoke to her character as a woman, a mother and a person that she could focus her last breath into that eternal and unforgettable moment of sacrifice. But George was too drunk to hear that and maybe Remus was too drunk to say it anyhow.

And Dumbledore? Well... that was not Remus' story to even know in the first place much less tell another soul.

He hummed with an interested air to his tone and waited for George to pull something from his mind. And the best story ended up being the one he'd been told a hundred times since it happened. It was brilliant, the best damn thing he'd ever heard and he was proud in a way that only a Marauder could be. "I think it was a brilliant thing to do," Remus said, smirking. "We were proud - Sirius and I, I mean. Damn proud when we heard. And James would've been too. You two were better Marauders than we ever were. Got to admit, though," he said, "I'm reliving a bit of my squandered youth with the pair of you now. Living vicariously and all..."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-20 01:43 am UTC (link)
No one could ever or would ever called George a romantic. But he wasn't a cynic either. He generally just didn't give it much thought. But if he had, he'd probably have said he believed in love. But that it was probably rare, and also that it was much easier to shag and then invent something brilliant.

George beamed and laughed. "We're brilliant." It'd been their finest moment, no question. And they loved telling the story. Usually with varying degrees of embellishment. But he was a little too drunk to manage any kind of adds on, today. Plus it didn't really need it. It was a good story.

"I dunno mate, you lot made the map. And did loads of other stuff. We heard about some of it, when we dug through Filch's desk to look at his notes." Well technically READ about it. But same difference. He laughed. "Reliving? You want a free basket of products, so you can go run some pranks?" he offered.

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-20 06:30 am UTC (link)
It was a bit ridiculous when it was phrased like that. "Not that kind of reliving. More like... vicariously re-experiencing my wasted youth through the two of you and your utterly ridiculous escapades. If only we had that kind of reckless abandon." He leaned back against the couch and stared off at some unknown point in the room, just letting his mind settle for a while and get rid of all the spinning nonsense. His thoughts were scattered and there was no sense in paying any attention to them.

"It was a good run," he said with a nod. "And I'm happy to have passed the torch. Just make sure you tell me all the stories. And maybe let me have a hand in some of the really good ones," he said, giving George a nudge in the side.

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-22 07:48 am UTC (link)
"Ridiculous and BRILLIANT esc'pades," George corrected. "But you can relive. If you want. We can send you updates. Or test products." Which they tried to do to everyone, and most people were much to wise to succumb. He doubted Remus would be an exception, but there was no harm in trying anyway.

He laughed. "You can help out. Most of the best things we're coming up with that don't go for sale are for the Order anyway." George grinned a bit giddily. "We're pulling a bit with the Ministry and their memos, soon. Look like a prank to send them all to the wrong places, but we're really tapping into their notes and shite, and having them copy out for us if they say anything with keywords we charm in. Still sussing out how, though."

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-23 02:30 am UTC (link)
Remus quirked an eyebrow at him and chuckled. "That is certainly not anything we would have thought to do..." he said, a little bit amazed that they would have the guts to mess with the Ministry like that. It was daring and... really incredibly brilliant. "I have no doubt that you'll figure out how to do it," he said, reaching over casually and patting George's arm.

It was weird that his mind was still flicking back to their pre-practical joke conversation, but there it was, going back there again. A little more awkward now that he was sitting right next to George. With a bit of a huff, he sat up right again and turned around so he was sitting a bit sideways, one leg tucked under and the other dropped off the side, toying with his near-empty back of cigarettes between his fingers. "Well now wonder you're not getting any," he snorted, "You're too damn busy."

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[info]weasleygred
2010-01-23 08:39 am UTC (link)
"It's the sort of thing they'd think we'll do. And they'll just think it's us fucking with them. But then they'll be brassed off and probably threaten a bit or something, but they've got more important things to worry about. So hopefully, they'll just think that's all there was to it. A prank. And we might stumble on some information, sometime." George shrugged. The twins were innovative and reckless, but they did have their serious moments.

Of course the fact that the memos would piss off THE ENTIRE MINISTRY was just a really great bonus.

George was drunk, and knew it, playing with his glass instead of refilling it, just spinning it on his stomach, where he let it sit. He laughed at the comment and shrugged. "That's what I said. . . not like I NEVER get laid."

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[info]justmoony
2010-01-23 09:29 am UTC (link)
Remus was far from sober himself. He wasn't really thinking (for once), just acting and reacting and letting things flow in the direction they flowed. Which was why, without thinking, he reached over and slipped George's glass from his hand and set it on the table in front of them, inspecting the bottle George had brought out and how it was, miraculously, still about half full. Strange. Of course then he noticed the label and it wasn't so strange anymore.

He turned back to George then, staring at him - inspecting, almost - with a near-critical glance. "You're not busy now," he said, before he could think about exactly what he was saying.

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