Post by _George Weasley on Aug 16, 2010 11:30:57 GMT -5
not done. xD
Basics.
Character's Full Name: George Weasley
Nicknames, pseudo names: Gred
Age && Birthday: 19 && April 1st at 11:32 AM, 1978
Blood: Pure
Previous House: Gryffindor
Employment: Owner,Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes
Appearance.
Eye Color: Bright blue
Hair Color: Ginger
Height && Weight: 5' 11'' && 13½ Stone
General Description:
What can George say about himself? He's dashing, he's charming, he's the man that all the ladies want, or so he has led himself to believe. How could they not resist his sparkling blue eyes, trimmed neatly with a soft ring of baby blue? How about his smashing hair, the color of a bright sunrise, eh? Of course people could say it's just a flaming red, but everyone else in his family has that hair color... and it gets so plain after a while. Perhaps that is why he does his best to make sure his hair looks fantastic, even if it is a quick brush through. Come on, honestly, when your hair is longer than your ears you have to take some sort of care of it, lest it get all gross and smelly. And of course everyone could say that he's got the same freckles as everyone else, but he's done a comparative study on his own freckles and his brothers' freckles and they are not the same. In fact, George has less than the rest of his family, though they are bigger. Sort of. It's kind of a pain to imagine one has large freckles, isn't it? Not so attractive to interested females, no, not at all.
He's shorter and stockier than Ron, but Charlie is built the same way he is. Fred had been the same, too, about two meters, though George was actually a centimeter taller. The stocky part is no joke - George and Fred had been built like Muggle lorries at school. They weren't so much fat as just generally muscular, buff in their neck, arms, and shoulders. (It was their mum's side of the family that did it.) Shaped more like a triangle than the rectangle of his other brothers, George has never minded about his build. He doesn't even have to lift weights or anything! The beauty of being stocky is just being able to maintain by being regularly active, and George does so with ease.
George and Fred had been born with opposing birthmarks on the sides of their bums. When they were younger, George always speculated that it was probably where they were touching before they were born. Fred had always insisted that it was a sign of who was the good twin and who was the evil twin, but George believed (and still does) that it was a ridiculous notion. Fred had always been the evil twin; George'd known all his life that he was the good twin, not only because of his looks, but because he was generally better mannered than Fred. George really doesn't like his birthmark and would rather pretend it's not there, as it's a painful reminder of what he's lost.
It should also be noted that appearances mean a lot to George. The smarter you look when you walk out of the house, the better off you are going to be for people, especially customers. Of course, when you are in the process of designing a joke, you are bound to end up with your trousers on fire, so it's best to wear something that is easily replaced, but when the shop is open and there are dozens of third years looking through your sweets section, you have to be at least presentable. George loves to be lavish with his clothing and robes, especially now that he is making more than he can spend. It's always the best trousers, the best shoes, the best of everything for George.
Oh? One more thing. As dashingly handsome as he is, George has one facial flaw, a battle scar from the Battle over Little Whinging: he only has one ear, his left ear. Never sore about it, he took it in stride, and did his best to cope with the loss of his symmetry and functionality.
Personality.
Likes && Dislikes:
Interests && Hobbies:
George generally always enjoyed what Fred did, like telling people off, not listening to Mum and Dad, pulling jokes on others, and spending time with Fred making those jokes. George still enjoys making jokes, but without the bold ringleader-like quality of Fred to drive him, or the sometimes biting (this was sometimes literal) cruelty, his jokes and pranks are now more to make people laugh. George is very interested in making people laugh, making people forget for a time that they might be blue or depressed.
A long-secret hobby of George and Fred had been mastering Muggle tricks, like picking locks or hot-wiring lorries. Magic was terribly useful, but there were Muggle things that were pretty brilliant as well. And, when you are underage and cannot use magic outside of school, being able to open doors and start vehicles is an important thing!
Strengths:
George is a good magician, and not in the Muggle sense of the word, either. Any observation of the actual magic behind his inventions and jokes reveal a very clever mind at work. He and his brother only earned three O.W.L.S. each because they simply didn't want to take the tests. Ask any of George's old professors how he did in classes when he actually showed up; they will confirm that George had a very bright mind and was a very excellent student. Charm-work is perhaps his greatest field of magic, followed by transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Of course, George also invented a lot of spells, potions and magical products on his own too, which is a pretty rare feat even in the Wizarding world.
George also excels at many other things. A natural whiz on a broomstick, the majority of George's distinction as a younger student at Hogwarts was in the role of Beater for the Gryffindor team. He also has a photographic memory, which aided him in mastering all the secrets Hogwarts had to give (mostly imparted by the Marauder's Map). He is an excellent cook, too, despite reports of the contrary. George understands the complexities of flavor and the finer points of mixing ingredients.
Weaknesses:
Weaknesses are hard for George to admit. His shop is one of his weaknesses - he would do pretty much anything for his shop at this point. He is a slave to his work, and though he loves every minute of it, he is still a slave. He works there, he lives there, and he never really gets a break from being a shop owner. This has its advantages, but the disadvantages do add up. Not being able to get away and take a break, for example, is just one reason why he counts it as a weakness.
Fred was - is - a big weakness, a weakness on his heart. George is still weak from it. He loved his brother with all the love a twin could give. They were two halves of the same whole, and when they were sundered, it broke George to pieces. It took all the strength in him to keep going after Fred died, at the battle, afterword, and even now. Even months out it still is hard for George to think of his brother without getting choked up, though he does try and remember all the laughs they had and the laughs they gave to others. They were closer than any brothers could have ever been - even completed each others sentences - and it was simply devastating to lose him.
Secrets:
There was this one time when George was younger that he had a crush on the drummer of the Twisted Sisters, Orsino, but that quickly faded when he realized that girls were much prettier and more fun to snog than imaginings of famous wizards. No one ever knew this - not even Fred, who knew everything.
Boggart:
George's boggart has always been Lord Voldemort, which for a time was a dark being shrouded in mist. Even with Voldemort defeated, George still fears him, though now his boggart bears a striking resemblance to the real one.
Patronus: Bearded Collie
Overall Personality:
Devastated is a good word to begin to describe George of the now. But let's lead up to that.
Before the war, George was the quiet, gentler one of his twin set. Where Fred was the leader and the doer, George was the follower and the maker. It was easy to get their personalities mixed up at times, because they were so much alike. However, Fred was quick to be cruel whereas George would not. Fred could not handle jokes about himself while George insisted on making them about himself. To George, Fred was the fighter whereas he was the lover, though they would both fight if they needed to and they both loved each other and their family with great passion. George and Fred were yin and yang, two parts of one piece, each balancing the other out. They had many things in common, like their love of jokes. They were both fierce and courageous, and always the first ones to take the plunge. Extremely proud of their capabilities, they were also very proud of their family. And despite all their jokes, they were both good-natured, kind people who defended truth, honor, and all things good.
With Fred gone, however, George's personality seems exaggerated and swollen. When someone you have relied on for your whole life to complete you suddenly disappears, someone who helped define you as an individual, you find yourself lost in many ways. How do you go about defining who you are now? How do you try and continue doing what would be natural for you, but can't because some of the pieces are missing? When one sense is lost to a person, the other senses get stronger to compensate for the loss. George's personality ballooned similarly after Fred was gone, and so he is overly kind, overly funny, overly fierce. In time, as he heals no doubt, he will eventually find balance with himself as an individual, but currently George is swinging madly on the personality pendulum.
One cannot ignore the fact that George is much more somber since the war. You would have to know him very well to notice, since he tries to let things roll off of him with jokes. As you could not force water to be more wet, neither is George's humor forced; it is naturally occurring and welling up from inside him. However, moments to himself and his family have longer silences. He no longer tries to play practical jokes on his family, and for the first time he is trying to show his family how much he loves and cares for them, since he feels like he never told Fred enough. George doesn't mope about sighing all the time, but when he is alone his mind turns darker and he retreats into himself, thinking of what could have been different, and if he could have changed the past. Despite his genius with magic and inventions, George knows he is powerless. In the biggest twist of irony, he who made so many laugh and happy cannot find the will within himself to do it.
Past.
Parents && Siblings:
Mother, Molly Prewett-Weasley
Father, Arthur Weasley
Brothers, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron
Sister, Ginny
Character History:
Can you imagine being a disappointment your whole life? Can you just picture the look on your mother's face when you were born? Can you see it? Can you see the sadness in her eyes? Good, you're a loser. Why? 'Cause when George was born second, the fifth boy to a woman who only wanted a daughter, you couldn't have imagined a happier mother. A child, no matter the gender, is still a child and a thing of innocence and love. Of course, that happiness (and the innocence) did fade over time as her patience was tested by her young twins, but Molly was quite pleased with her red-haired, blue eyed boys.
As a child George was pretty immune to the fact that his parents had no money. Of course he knew, how could you not notice that your clothes were a size too big or too small, and that they forever had a dirty, patched look to them? In America that might be the hip style, but in England it was a cause of shame. Nevertheless, he was still pretty immune to it all since he had more important things to worry about, like what trouble he and his brother could get into around the Burrow, what nooks they hadn't explored, and what trouble Fred was planning for them to cause their brothers. Bill and Charlie were already in Hogwarts by the time life started to matter to George, but when they were home they were the best older brothers a kid could ask for. Percy was all right, but a little stuffy for George, which is perhaps why George and Fred always played jokes on him. They were only ever trying to get him to smile and loosen up and enjoy the love of their family.
When Ron and Ginny came along and their mother had to focus on the new babies, George found out just how lucky he was to have a twin. Ron was all right, but the little twit kept breaking his and Fred's things, to which Fred set him straight. Now, George didn't think that it was the right thing, turning his teddy into a spider, since it would leave emotional scars and the like (which it did, apparently), whereas George wanted to simply ignore him. They really played more tricks on Percy than on Ron, though Ron probably suffered more physical and psychological damage than Percy ever did. Of course, while George and Fred were both a right rotten stinker when it came to being mischievous, it never went too far; their mum always scolded them when they didn't play nice and that was never fun. Back then, it had always made George sad to see his little brother cry, since he didn't really see any reason to be so mean. It didn't hurt that George was very affectionate toward all of his siblings, caring very deeply for all of them. However... Fred was a master planner when it came to pranks and they always had such good fun that George was willing to put up with the consequences later. (See, Fred always was the evil twin!) Trouble should have been both George and Fred's middle names, because their whole youth was spent getting into and out of it.
When school finally came along, trouble followed the Weasley twins. Their first year they were sorted into Gryffindor (properly, since that is where everyone else in the family ended up), where they made fast friends with Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Oliver Wood. It was this year that they also made the acquaintance of Filch; he appeared to not share in their brand of crass (and oftentimes exploding) humor. The sort of pranks they pulled at home they continued to pull at school, like switching the heads on the suits of armor, or teasing Peeves, or building a giant Rube Goldberg machine in the Great Hall just to fetch a piece of toast. At any rate, one of the first times that they were sent to Filch's office, they were left there for a few minutes while he went off to fetch Dumbledore. Alone. By themselves. In Filch's office. Where all the confiscated loot was. From forever. They were rummaging through the drawers and going over the shelves, looking for something really good, when they came across a a drawer they hadn't really seen before, labeled, as Filch so liked to do, "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous." Within seconds Fred lifted out an old-looking piece of parchement, which when opened showed a map of the whole school. In 30 seconds George understood the value of the map and they snuck it out with them when they left their detention that day. It would not be the last time they would reach their hands into that drawer, but obtaining the Marauder's Map was definitely a good first.
After obtaining the map, they were then able to sneak out of Gryffindor tower a lot more easily. Learning the secret passages took months, but they made for such stealthy pranks! It was hard to pin the blame for a prank in the Owlery on the twins when only minutes later they were seen entering the Great Hall. Filch would catch them sometimes, and Mrs. Norris soon became mortal enemies with the twins. Despite all the bad behavior, George and Fred maintained excellent marks in their classes, and would do so until they left Hogwarts abruptly in the middle of their seventh year.
The mischief continued into the twin's second year, and tapered off slightly when George and Fred signed up for Quidditch. As Beaters, they were a fearsome twosome, probably because as twins they knew each other so well and worked together on other things. Though the youngest members on the team, they quickly became very skilled and were a great asset to many wins against the other houses. Oliver Wood would later describe them as "human bludgers," no doubt because of how swarthy they were in the pitch and how seriously they took the game. Their third year was rather the same as their second, though with the addition of Ron and the one-and-only Harry Potter, who they liked right away. They became even closer friends with Harry when he joined the Quidditch team, though they were not as in-phase with Ron and Harry's goings on. The twins' biggest goals were still jokes and pranks and Quidditch.
Fourth year saw the inclusion of the last Weasley into Hogwarts. George and Fred often teased Ginny during her first year, though they were completely oblivious to the fact she was under Tom Riddle's influence. While they knew their sister, they simply assumed her odd behavior was due to her having a crush on Harry, and it being her first year, and being nervous and upset. George was quite relieved when all was revealed, and that Ginny was finally free from Riddle's clutches. This was also the year that George made it known which "side" he was on, though he had always known. Rumors pumped through the school that Harry was Slytherin's heir, and he was responsible for the Chamber of Secrets being opened, but George knew Harry well, and shrugged off those rumors with jokes. George also did his best to stand up for Hermione, ready to take Malfoy to fisticuffs when he insulted her.
Hallows.
Something Unique:
George is actually not that funny. No, really. Ok, he'll admit that sometimes he's funny, but it's only on accident. He's never purposefully trying to be amusing.
Role Playing Sample:
The morning was bright and cheery, a very perfect day, if Fred would say so himself. He had practically jumped out of bed only an hour before, humming to himself as he put on his trousers and a shirt. George was still asleep, no, wait; he had gotten up a few minutes ago and was in the shower, singing loudly. (What a yampy chap his brother was sometimes, but alas, if George was nutters then so was Fred. It couldn't be helped, really, that whole bit about muggle genetics and everything.) Oh yes, trousers. Fred had put on his trousers and a shirt and then had gone into the tiny little kitchen and made himself some toast and juice. Well, rather, he read the post and his toast and juice made themselves.
The flat was rather roomy and well made up, considering their recent cash flow. Fred and George had taken the large, single room above their shop and divided it up into cozy rooms for sleeping, eating, and a nice loo for George, since he needed to make himself pretty each morning. Each boy had his own bedroom, something that hadn't ever happened at the Burrow, and the rooms were even on opposite ends of the flat, so that they could each have their own space, as it were. Then in the middle was the loo and shower, with two doors so each one of them could go in as they pleased. The long hall that kept all this hidden from their 'sitting room' (a room to sit in, eh?) stretched down the length of the flat, with doors on either end leading into bedrooms, and of course, the two in the middle for the rather plush bathroom.
Then of course, once you managed to stumble out of the hall you were in a wide open space, the kitchen to your right (with a nice view of the Alley), with the sink and stove and oven and cooler, a table for two but with three chairs (one of which was wobbly for some reason, and had a bit of paper stuck underneath). There was a nice shaggy throw rug under the table, so when you sat down for dinner in bare feet you could curl your toes around the long hairs and just let the softness take the stress of the day away. There were a row of cupboards that were above the sink area, which held the majority of the dishes, and a row under the window (which was on the very far right wall, covered in a yellow and pink daisy curtain), which held most of the food. Various things were out on the counter tops, such as a beat-up muggle toaster that their dad had given them, and which was enchanted to spread butter on the toast before it popped out. There was also various jars and bags, full of jams (possibly) and bread (maybe), which just so happens to be the twin's main staple of food for the mornings. A percolator was on the stove, and usually it was full of coffee or tea, though this morning it had nothing in it; Fred had taken a glass of juice from the cooler.
Then of course, one couldn't miss the sitting room. A very large and obnoxious sofa was placed against the hallway wall, a bright purple in color and pillows to match. It was the squashiest couch that Fred and George could manage, and did them quite well when they were in need of a good sit (isn't that what a sitting room is, after all?). Photos of their family were strewn about the walls behind the couch, one of Bill next to a pyramid, several of Charlie with dragons, the family photo of the trip to Egypt, Percy in his prefect badge, Ron shrugging at the onlooker, Ginny in the kitchen back at home, reading a book (and not knowing the image was taken), a nice one of Mum and Dad giving each other googly eyes (ick), and several other various images that just so happened to catch one of the twin's eyes. The table near the couch was strewn with diagrams and parchments covered in writing, as the twins never really stopped working on new jokes. Across from the sofa was a gigantic bookcase, stuffed to the brim with all kinds of books, mostly heavier reading material, mostly for ideas for new jokes.
Oh right, toast. So anyway, Fred had finished eating his toast and called to the still-primping George that he was off to open the shop for the morning. The stairs (which were hidden by a door in the far wall, between the couch and the bookcase) creaked as he jogged down them, and the second door swung open merrily. He checked the door to the back lot (where a lot of experiments took place), and sure enough nothing was amiss; the burn patterns were still smoldering as they had started last night. (They were working on a joke that would start a fire but quickly (and seemingly) put itself out, but even though the fire appeared to be gone it would still be as warm as a fire and cook things just the same, and it would last for hours and hours and never actually catch anything on fire. It would be a smash hit once they worked out the kinks.)
The sign that hung on the door was flicked from closed to open as Fred took his seat behind the counter, and without ado he opened up his notebook and started where he left off on drawing on his plans for a miniature catapult, which would fit inside one's trouser pocket and yet launch heavy items long distances.
Fred was intent on his sketching when the door jingled, alerting him that someone was coming into the shop. Well, it was a nice day after all, right? Usually nice days were the best for customers, especially when Hogwarts students could manage to get into town. Fred didn't even look up when he heard footsteps stomp around on the hardwood floors, well, it was more like a scuffle, really. All the different products lined the walls and sat on shelves and tables, from the candies to the clothing to the school items and pets and the like. It wasn't an overly crowded shop, but it was pleasantly full. Anyway, it was organized in such a way that people usually always bought something before they left, even if it were a candy to give to one of their friends. (That had been George's idea, and it was paying off quite well these days.)
Speaking of George... he had finally gotten out of the shower, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, made sure his nails were clean, put some decent clothes, tidied up the bathroom, then dashed into the kitchen. There he made toast and flicked a few scouring spells around, and before he went downstairs toast in hand, the kitchen was sparkling and clean. His footsteps were loud and clunky, but when he swung open the shop door, he was as quiet as a church mouse. Fred had his feet up on the counter, he noticed, and as he took his stool behind the large and cumbersome cash drawer, he saw a girl browsing through the shop.
"Hello there, and good morning!" George said, knocking his brother's knees with his hand, so that Fred looked up. There was utter confusion on his face, but he glanced around and added, "Yes, indeed, good morning! Is there anything we can help you with today?"
George went from sitting down to standing, and went through the little opening in the counter. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he strolled through the rows, looking at all the work and achievements he had accomplished. Picking up one of the invisible top hats, he plopped it on his head and walked toward the girl in his shop. Honestly, this had scared others before, and he hoped that this time it wouldn't be the case. He grinned, but he knew she wouldn't be able to see it.
"How about a Headless Hat, eh? It'll turn just your head invisible, so when you walk through a crowd, no one will see your face, but they can see the rest of you. Scares quite a few old ladies, more often than not."
With his brother pitching sales, Fred closed his note book and also exited from behind the counter. There was a cage against the left side of the shop, filled with the recent batch of Pygmy Puffs, the miniature version of the Puffskein. Fred had gotten the idea to breed the calming little creatures when Ron was recalling the time when Fred had taken his Puffskein and used it for Bludger practice. It hadn't been nice of him, but the idea was brilliant. The little balls of purple and pink and cream were all curled up in their cage, and purring as they slept. Fred opened the top and poured in a bit of left over bread crumbs and bacon pieces, and with a whir they awoke and started to eat, and pulling a pink one from the rest he placed it on his shoulder. It ran down his arm and circled his wrist before running back up and nuzzling his neck, purring loudly. He walked towards his headless brother and smiled at the girl.
"I see you don't have a Pygmy Puff... you should get one. They're so easy to care for that even George and I can take care of them." At which he he leaned over to George and whispered, "How's the breeder cage going, anyway?" To which George whispered back, "Now that we've got twenty pairs going at it, we should have plenty for the upcoming holiday season."
Play By: Oliver Phelps
Basics.
Character's Full Name: George Weasley
Nicknames, pseudo names: Gred
Age && Birthday: 19 && April 1st at 11:32 AM, 1978
Blood: Pure
Previous House: Gryffindor
Employment: Owner,Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes
Appearance.
Eye Color: Bright blue
Hair Color: Ginger
Height && Weight: 5' 11'' && 13½ Stone
General Description:
What can George say about himself? He's dashing, he's charming, he's the man that all the ladies want, or so he has led himself to believe. How could they not resist his sparkling blue eyes, trimmed neatly with a soft ring of baby blue? How about his smashing hair, the color of a bright sunrise, eh? Of course people could say it's just a flaming red, but everyone else in his family has that hair color... and it gets so plain after a while. Perhaps that is why he does his best to make sure his hair looks fantastic, even if it is a quick brush through. Come on, honestly, when your hair is longer than your ears you have to take some sort of care of it, lest it get all gross and smelly. And of course everyone could say that he's got the same freckles as everyone else, but he's done a comparative study on his own freckles and his brothers' freckles and they are not the same. In fact, George has less than the rest of his family, though they are bigger. Sort of. It's kind of a pain to imagine one has large freckles, isn't it? Not so attractive to interested females, no, not at all.
He's shorter and stockier than Ron, but Charlie is built the same way he is. Fred had been the same, too, about two meters, though George was actually a centimeter taller. The stocky part is no joke - George and Fred had been built like Muggle lorries at school. They weren't so much fat as just generally muscular, buff in their neck, arms, and shoulders. (It was their mum's side of the family that did it.) Shaped more like a triangle than the rectangle of his other brothers, George has never minded about his build. He doesn't even have to lift weights or anything! The beauty of being stocky is just being able to maintain by being regularly active, and George does so with ease.
George and Fred had been born with opposing birthmarks on the sides of their bums. When they were younger, George always speculated that it was probably where they were touching before they were born. Fred had always insisted that it was a sign of who was the good twin and who was the evil twin, but George believed (and still does) that it was a ridiculous notion. Fred had always been the evil twin; George'd known all his life that he was the good twin, not only because of his looks, but because he was generally better mannered than Fred. George really doesn't like his birthmark and would rather pretend it's not there, as it's a painful reminder of what he's lost.
It should also be noted that appearances mean a lot to George. The smarter you look when you walk out of the house, the better off you are going to be for people, especially customers. Of course, when you are in the process of designing a joke, you are bound to end up with your trousers on fire, so it's best to wear something that is easily replaced, but when the shop is open and there are dozens of third years looking through your sweets section, you have to be at least presentable. George loves to be lavish with his clothing and robes, especially now that he is making more than he can spend. It's always the best trousers, the best shoes, the best of everything for George.
Oh? One more thing. As dashingly handsome as he is, George has one facial flaw, a battle scar from the Battle over Little Whinging: he only has one ear, his left ear. Never sore about it, he took it in stride, and did his best to cope with the loss of his symmetry and functionality.
Personality.
Likes && Dislikes:
Interests && Hobbies:
George generally always enjoyed what Fred did, like telling people off, not listening to Mum and Dad, pulling jokes on others, and spending time with Fred making those jokes. George still enjoys making jokes, but without the bold ringleader-like quality of Fred to drive him, or the sometimes biting (this was sometimes literal) cruelty, his jokes and pranks are now more to make people laugh. George is very interested in making people laugh, making people forget for a time that they might be blue or depressed.
A long-secret hobby of George and Fred had been mastering Muggle tricks, like picking locks or hot-wiring lorries. Magic was terribly useful, but there were Muggle things that were pretty brilliant as well. And, when you are underage and cannot use magic outside of school, being able to open doors and start vehicles is an important thing!
Strengths:
George is a good magician, and not in the Muggle sense of the word, either. Any observation of the actual magic behind his inventions and jokes reveal a very clever mind at work. He and his brother only earned three O.W.L.S. each because they simply didn't want to take the tests. Ask any of George's old professors how he did in classes when he actually showed up; they will confirm that George had a very bright mind and was a very excellent student. Charm-work is perhaps his greatest field of magic, followed by transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Of course, George also invented a lot of spells, potions and magical products on his own too, which is a pretty rare feat even in the Wizarding world.
George also excels at many other things. A natural whiz on a broomstick, the majority of George's distinction as a younger student at Hogwarts was in the role of Beater for the Gryffindor team. He also has a photographic memory, which aided him in mastering all the secrets Hogwarts had to give (mostly imparted by the Marauder's Map). He is an excellent cook, too, despite reports of the contrary. George understands the complexities of flavor and the finer points of mixing ingredients.
Weaknesses:
Weaknesses are hard for George to admit. His shop is one of his weaknesses - he would do pretty much anything for his shop at this point. He is a slave to his work, and though he loves every minute of it, he is still a slave. He works there, he lives there, and he never really gets a break from being a shop owner. This has its advantages, but the disadvantages do add up. Not being able to get away and take a break, for example, is just one reason why he counts it as a weakness.
Fred was - is - a big weakness, a weakness on his heart. George is still weak from it. He loved his brother with all the love a twin could give. They were two halves of the same whole, and when they were sundered, it broke George to pieces. It took all the strength in him to keep going after Fred died, at the battle, afterword, and even now. Even months out it still is hard for George to think of his brother without getting choked up, though he does try and remember all the laughs they had and the laughs they gave to others. They were closer than any brothers could have ever been - even completed each others sentences - and it was simply devastating to lose him.
Secrets:
There was this one time when George was younger that he had a crush on the drummer of the Twisted Sisters, Orsino, but that quickly faded when he realized that girls were much prettier and more fun to snog than imaginings of famous wizards. No one ever knew this - not even Fred, who knew everything.
Boggart:
George's boggart has always been Lord Voldemort, which for a time was a dark being shrouded in mist. Even with Voldemort defeated, George still fears him, though now his boggart bears a striking resemblance to the real one.
Patronus: Bearded Collie
Overall Personality:
Devastated is a good word to begin to describe George of the now. But let's lead up to that.
Before the war, George was the quiet, gentler one of his twin set. Where Fred was the leader and the doer, George was the follower and the maker. It was easy to get their personalities mixed up at times, because they were so much alike. However, Fred was quick to be cruel whereas George would not. Fred could not handle jokes about himself while George insisted on making them about himself. To George, Fred was the fighter whereas he was the lover, though they would both fight if they needed to and they both loved each other and their family with great passion. George and Fred were yin and yang, two parts of one piece, each balancing the other out. They had many things in common, like their love of jokes. They were both fierce and courageous, and always the first ones to take the plunge. Extremely proud of their capabilities, they were also very proud of their family. And despite all their jokes, they were both good-natured, kind people who defended truth, honor, and all things good.
With Fred gone, however, George's personality seems exaggerated and swollen. When someone you have relied on for your whole life to complete you suddenly disappears, someone who helped define you as an individual, you find yourself lost in many ways. How do you go about defining who you are now? How do you try and continue doing what would be natural for you, but can't because some of the pieces are missing? When one sense is lost to a person, the other senses get stronger to compensate for the loss. George's personality ballooned similarly after Fred was gone, and so he is overly kind, overly funny, overly fierce. In time, as he heals no doubt, he will eventually find balance with himself as an individual, but currently George is swinging madly on the personality pendulum.
One cannot ignore the fact that George is much more somber since the war. You would have to know him very well to notice, since he tries to let things roll off of him with jokes. As you could not force water to be more wet, neither is George's humor forced; it is naturally occurring and welling up from inside him. However, moments to himself and his family have longer silences. He no longer tries to play practical jokes on his family, and for the first time he is trying to show his family how much he loves and cares for them, since he feels like he never told Fred enough. George doesn't mope about sighing all the time, but when he is alone his mind turns darker and he retreats into himself, thinking of what could have been different, and if he could have changed the past. Despite his genius with magic and inventions, George knows he is powerless. In the biggest twist of irony, he who made so many laugh and happy cannot find the will within himself to do it.
Past.
Parents && Siblings:
Mother, Molly Prewett-Weasley
Father, Arthur Weasley
Brothers, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron
Sister, Ginny
Character History:
Can you imagine being a disappointment your whole life? Can you just picture the look on your mother's face when you were born? Can you see it? Can you see the sadness in her eyes? Good, you're a loser. Why? 'Cause when George was born second, the fifth boy to a woman who only wanted a daughter, you couldn't have imagined a happier mother. A child, no matter the gender, is still a child and a thing of innocence and love. Of course, that happiness (and the innocence) did fade over time as her patience was tested by her young twins, but Molly was quite pleased with her red-haired, blue eyed boys.
As a child George was pretty immune to the fact that his parents had no money. Of course he knew, how could you not notice that your clothes were a size too big or too small, and that they forever had a dirty, patched look to them? In America that might be the hip style, but in England it was a cause of shame. Nevertheless, he was still pretty immune to it all since he had more important things to worry about, like what trouble he and his brother could get into around the Burrow, what nooks they hadn't explored, and what trouble Fred was planning for them to cause their brothers. Bill and Charlie were already in Hogwarts by the time life started to matter to George, but when they were home they were the best older brothers a kid could ask for. Percy was all right, but a little stuffy for George, which is perhaps why George and Fred always played jokes on him. They were only ever trying to get him to smile and loosen up and enjoy the love of their family.
When Ron and Ginny came along and their mother had to focus on the new babies, George found out just how lucky he was to have a twin. Ron was all right, but the little twit kept breaking his and Fred's things, to which Fred set him straight. Now, George didn't think that it was the right thing, turning his teddy into a spider, since it would leave emotional scars and the like (which it did, apparently), whereas George wanted to simply ignore him. They really played more tricks on Percy than on Ron, though Ron probably suffered more physical and psychological damage than Percy ever did. Of course, while George and Fred were both a right rotten stinker when it came to being mischievous, it never went too far; their mum always scolded them when they didn't play nice and that was never fun. Back then, it had always made George sad to see his little brother cry, since he didn't really see any reason to be so mean. It didn't hurt that George was very affectionate toward all of his siblings, caring very deeply for all of them. However... Fred was a master planner when it came to pranks and they always had such good fun that George was willing to put up with the consequences later. (See, Fred always was the evil twin!) Trouble should have been both George and Fred's middle names, because their whole youth was spent getting into and out of it.
When school finally came along, trouble followed the Weasley twins. Their first year they were sorted into Gryffindor (properly, since that is where everyone else in the family ended up), where they made fast friends with Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Oliver Wood. It was this year that they also made the acquaintance of Filch; he appeared to not share in their brand of crass (and oftentimes exploding) humor. The sort of pranks they pulled at home they continued to pull at school, like switching the heads on the suits of armor, or teasing Peeves, or building a giant Rube Goldberg machine in the Great Hall just to fetch a piece of toast. At any rate, one of the first times that they were sent to Filch's office, they were left there for a few minutes while he went off to fetch Dumbledore. Alone. By themselves. In Filch's office. Where all the confiscated loot was. From forever. They were rummaging through the drawers and going over the shelves, looking for something really good, when they came across a a drawer they hadn't really seen before, labeled, as Filch so liked to do, "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous." Within seconds Fred lifted out an old-looking piece of parchement, which when opened showed a map of the whole school. In 30 seconds George understood the value of the map and they snuck it out with them when they left their detention that day. It would not be the last time they would reach their hands into that drawer, but obtaining the Marauder's Map was definitely a good first.
After obtaining the map, they were then able to sneak out of Gryffindor tower a lot more easily. Learning the secret passages took months, but they made for such stealthy pranks! It was hard to pin the blame for a prank in the Owlery on the twins when only minutes later they were seen entering the Great Hall. Filch would catch them sometimes, and Mrs. Norris soon became mortal enemies with the twins. Despite all the bad behavior, George and Fred maintained excellent marks in their classes, and would do so until they left Hogwarts abruptly in the middle of their seventh year.
The mischief continued into the twin's second year, and tapered off slightly when George and Fred signed up for Quidditch. As Beaters, they were a fearsome twosome, probably because as twins they knew each other so well and worked together on other things. Though the youngest members on the team, they quickly became very skilled and were a great asset to many wins against the other houses. Oliver Wood would later describe them as "human bludgers," no doubt because of how swarthy they were in the pitch and how seriously they took the game. Their third year was rather the same as their second, though with the addition of Ron and the one-and-only Harry Potter, who they liked right away. They became even closer friends with Harry when he joined the Quidditch team, though they were not as in-phase with Ron and Harry's goings on. The twins' biggest goals were still jokes and pranks and Quidditch.
Fourth year saw the inclusion of the last Weasley into Hogwarts. George and Fred often teased Ginny during her first year, though they were completely oblivious to the fact she was under Tom Riddle's influence. While they knew their sister, they simply assumed her odd behavior was due to her having a crush on Harry, and it being her first year, and being nervous and upset. George was quite relieved when all was revealed, and that Ginny was finally free from Riddle's clutches. This was also the year that George made it known which "side" he was on, though he had always known. Rumors pumped through the school that Harry was Slytherin's heir, and he was responsible for the Chamber of Secrets being opened, but George knew Harry well, and shrugged off those rumors with jokes. George also did his best to stand up for Hermione, ready to take Malfoy to fisticuffs when he insulted her.
Hallows.
Something Unique:
George is actually not that funny. No, really. Ok, he'll admit that sometimes he's funny, but it's only on accident. He's never purposefully trying to be amusing.
Role Playing Sample:
The morning was bright and cheery, a very perfect day, if Fred would say so himself. He had practically jumped out of bed only an hour before, humming to himself as he put on his trousers and a shirt. George was still asleep, no, wait; he had gotten up a few minutes ago and was in the shower, singing loudly. (What a yampy chap his brother was sometimes, but alas, if George was nutters then so was Fred. It couldn't be helped, really, that whole bit about muggle genetics and everything.) Oh yes, trousers. Fred had put on his trousers and a shirt and then had gone into the tiny little kitchen and made himself some toast and juice. Well, rather, he read the post and his toast and juice made themselves.
The flat was rather roomy and well made up, considering their recent cash flow. Fred and George had taken the large, single room above their shop and divided it up into cozy rooms for sleeping, eating, and a nice loo for George, since he needed to make himself pretty each morning. Each boy had his own bedroom, something that hadn't ever happened at the Burrow, and the rooms were even on opposite ends of the flat, so that they could each have their own space, as it were. Then in the middle was the loo and shower, with two doors so each one of them could go in as they pleased. The long hall that kept all this hidden from their 'sitting room' (a room to sit in, eh?) stretched down the length of the flat, with doors on either end leading into bedrooms, and of course, the two in the middle for the rather plush bathroom.
Then of course, once you managed to stumble out of the hall you were in a wide open space, the kitchen to your right (with a nice view of the Alley), with the sink and stove and oven and cooler, a table for two but with three chairs (one of which was wobbly for some reason, and had a bit of paper stuck underneath). There was a nice shaggy throw rug under the table, so when you sat down for dinner in bare feet you could curl your toes around the long hairs and just let the softness take the stress of the day away. There were a row of cupboards that were above the sink area, which held the majority of the dishes, and a row under the window (which was on the very far right wall, covered in a yellow and pink daisy curtain), which held most of the food. Various things were out on the counter tops, such as a beat-up muggle toaster that their dad had given them, and which was enchanted to spread butter on the toast before it popped out. There was also various jars and bags, full of jams (possibly) and bread (maybe), which just so happens to be the twin's main staple of food for the mornings. A percolator was on the stove, and usually it was full of coffee or tea, though this morning it had nothing in it; Fred had taken a glass of juice from the cooler.
Then of course, one couldn't miss the sitting room. A very large and obnoxious sofa was placed against the hallway wall, a bright purple in color and pillows to match. It was the squashiest couch that Fred and George could manage, and did them quite well when they were in need of a good sit (isn't that what a sitting room is, after all?). Photos of their family were strewn about the walls behind the couch, one of Bill next to a pyramid, several of Charlie with dragons, the family photo of the trip to Egypt, Percy in his prefect badge, Ron shrugging at the onlooker, Ginny in the kitchen back at home, reading a book (and not knowing the image was taken), a nice one of Mum and Dad giving each other googly eyes (ick), and several other various images that just so happened to catch one of the twin's eyes. The table near the couch was strewn with diagrams and parchments covered in writing, as the twins never really stopped working on new jokes. Across from the sofa was a gigantic bookcase, stuffed to the brim with all kinds of books, mostly heavier reading material, mostly for ideas for new jokes.
Oh right, toast. So anyway, Fred had finished eating his toast and called to the still-primping George that he was off to open the shop for the morning. The stairs (which were hidden by a door in the far wall, between the couch and the bookcase) creaked as he jogged down them, and the second door swung open merrily. He checked the door to the back lot (where a lot of experiments took place), and sure enough nothing was amiss; the burn patterns were still smoldering as they had started last night. (They were working on a joke that would start a fire but quickly (and seemingly) put itself out, but even though the fire appeared to be gone it would still be as warm as a fire and cook things just the same, and it would last for hours and hours and never actually catch anything on fire. It would be a smash hit once they worked out the kinks.)
The sign that hung on the door was flicked from closed to open as Fred took his seat behind the counter, and without ado he opened up his notebook and started where he left off on drawing on his plans for a miniature catapult, which would fit inside one's trouser pocket and yet launch heavy items long distances.
Fred was intent on his sketching when the door jingled, alerting him that someone was coming into the shop. Well, it was a nice day after all, right? Usually nice days were the best for customers, especially when Hogwarts students could manage to get into town. Fred didn't even look up when he heard footsteps stomp around on the hardwood floors, well, it was more like a scuffle, really. All the different products lined the walls and sat on shelves and tables, from the candies to the clothing to the school items and pets and the like. It wasn't an overly crowded shop, but it was pleasantly full. Anyway, it was organized in such a way that people usually always bought something before they left, even if it were a candy to give to one of their friends. (That had been George's idea, and it was paying off quite well these days.)
Speaking of George... he had finally gotten out of the shower, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, made sure his nails were clean, put some decent clothes, tidied up the bathroom, then dashed into the kitchen. There he made toast and flicked a few scouring spells around, and before he went downstairs toast in hand, the kitchen was sparkling and clean. His footsteps were loud and clunky, but when he swung open the shop door, he was as quiet as a church mouse. Fred had his feet up on the counter, he noticed, and as he took his stool behind the large and cumbersome cash drawer, he saw a girl browsing through the shop.
"Hello there, and good morning!" George said, knocking his brother's knees with his hand, so that Fred looked up. There was utter confusion on his face, but he glanced around and added, "Yes, indeed, good morning! Is there anything we can help you with today?"
George went from sitting down to standing, and went through the little opening in the counter. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he strolled through the rows, looking at all the work and achievements he had accomplished. Picking up one of the invisible top hats, he plopped it on his head and walked toward the girl in his shop. Honestly, this had scared others before, and he hoped that this time it wouldn't be the case. He grinned, but he knew she wouldn't be able to see it.
"How about a Headless Hat, eh? It'll turn just your head invisible, so when you walk through a crowd, no one will see your face, but they can see the rest of you. Scares quite a few old ladies, more often than not."
With his brother pitching sales, Fred closed his note book and also exited from behind the counter. There was a cage against the left side of the shop, filled with the recent batch of Pygmy Puffs, the miniature version of the Puffskein. Fred had gotten the idea to breed the calming little creatures when Ron was recalling the time when Fred had taken his Puffskein and used it for Bludger practice. It hadn't been nice of him, but the idea was brilliant. The little balls of purple and pink and cream were all curled up in their cage, and purring as they slept. Fred opened the top and poured in a bit of left over bread crumbs and bacon pieces, and with a whir they awoke and started to eat, and pulling a pink one from the rest he placed it on his shoulder. It ran down his arm and circled his wrist before running back up and nuzzling his neck, purring loudly. He walked towards his headless brother and smiled at the girl.
"I see you don't have a Pygmy Puff... you should get one. They're so easy to care for that even George and I can take care of them." At which he he leaned over to George and whispered, "How's the breeder cage going, anyway?" To which George whispered back, "Now that we've got twenty pairs going at it, we should have plenty for the upcoming holiday season."
Play By: Oliver Phelps
