Who: Fred & George Weasley When: Day after Fred's reptile run in. Where: Shell Cottage. What: Brotherly talking and worrying, and some exploring maybe. Rating: TBA Open/Closed: Closed
George's head was still not the happiest of places. He'd drunk WAY too much last night, and couldn't quite remember what happened. There'd been loads of talking he knew. But he couldn't be arsed to worry about it, because Fred and what the hell had happened was loads more important.
He got himself together, and then apparated to Shell Cottage, letting himself in and finding Fred right away. He walked in and crossed his arms over his chest. "What the fucking hell were you doing around You-Know-Who's snake? Where did you even GO? And what happened? Why didn't you take me with you, you stupid wanker?" he asked, scowling.
Never mind that he'd been drunk with Lupin. He would have sobered up in a hurry! It was probable that Bill or Fleur was around, but George didn't bother to look. He'd see them soon enough. For now, he just wanted to hear from his twin.