HOW'S MY DRIVING?!

Any feedback on my characterization of George Weasley can go here. Don't hesitate to tell me- I really do want to 'ear it. All I ask is that you stay civil, and offer examples and/or solutions, rather then just voice the problem and do nothing to help.

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( We'll send you a Hogwart's toilet seat! )

[Nothing new, here-- George (or Fred?) is sitting on a bench, laughing.

The abnormal part? He is laughing below loudly cracking fireworks above him, which seem to be spelling out something...]

A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL (BELATEDLY)

[Yes, with the brackets.]Or should I have gone with 'Early New Years'? Hm. S'pose it's the same, when you really ( Read more... )

[THE MISTLETOE NEVER HAPPENED.

Or, you know, he's just not mentioning it because he has found something more interesting-- that something being an enchanted snowman. Of his own no doubt brilliant making, yes.]

What d'you say, nose too crooked? Or perhaps it's the hat that's off.

[Small snort of laughter as he 'adjusts' it so it purposely sticks ( Read more... )

[You know those little wooden wind up toys shaped like a turkey? The ones that can't do more than march across a table and half way back again?

Well, he has found himself one.]

They can't be serious. Someone do be kind enough to tell me your holidays aren't always this lacking, else they'll've made good ol' Professor Binns look lively. [--PING] ( Read more... )

[There is a loud CRACK at about two in the morning from the Couronne Moutuaire House.

Followed by some laughter, as one of the twins' voice rings clear afterwards-- sleep? What is this sleep you speak of?]

No, no, it was supposed to melt, not explode. Must've added too much powder to this batch. Hm ( Read more... )

[Near a giant banner fluttering unsupported above him- it reads 'Bottled Air: best prices on the block'.

And sure enough, there is a table full of seemingly empty bottles of air. They might shout at you if you open them, though. Nobody said they had to be polite bottles of air.]

I do hope this was what that bloke had in mind. [Almost bored.] Be a ( Read more... )

[OH LOOK. MILK. IN A BAG. WHAT IS THIS STRANGE AND MYSTERIOUS THING.

Actually, George (or is it Fred today?) is feeling a bit amused by the sight of it too. He has it out on his counter, and prods it with the tip of his wand.]

You'd think that if they took the time to put it in bags, they'd've at least made it more interesting.

[Airily gives ( Read more... )

[While busy working on some new and no-doubt fascinating product, there comes a knock on the door. Of course, since this has been going on all day, it isn’t particularly bothersome-and is precisely why a certain redheaded twin starts knocking BACK instead. Until after ten minutes or so of this, when the whatever that was knocking on the other side ( Read more... )

[Hullo, Template, meet Count George. Or... something. He is staring at his reflection whilst trying oh-so-hard not to laugh at the giant billowing black cape he's wearing.]

This is brilliant and all, but I'm not so sure this shade of black is really my colour.

[Garlic need not apply.]