As he heard the door shut, George licked his lips and drew in his bottom one between his teeth in an unsure gesture - not that Ron would have seen it because he appeared headless at the moment. The awkwardness his brother was radiating didn't go unnoticed but seeing Ron made his anger spike. If only the knucklehead had bothered to stop and think before jumping down his throat they wouldn't be having this conversation, maybe sharing a pint or two at the Leaky Cauldron instead.
Crossing the back room in three easy strides, George quickly reached up and smacked his beanpole of a brother over the back of the head with a hard hit that would hopefully sink in through Ron's thick skull. "You're an idiot," George said bluntly although there was a hint of fondness in his tone.
He reached up and took off the hat and tossed it back to his desk in the corner, ruffling his hair a little to get rid of the ugly flatness that came with hat hair. "Apology accepted, okay?" George looked back at Ron and gave a tired little sigh. "Although, am curious as to what spurred it on. Usually it takes you a little longer to admit you're a prat."
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