George F. Weasley (![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gredilicious) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} occultus, |
George gave a little shrug as if to say 'well, okay then,' and pulled out his wand and transfigured the name. He settled for 'Twin' because a) there were a number of Weasleys but only two Twins - which was a little more special in George's opinion - and b) because 'Twin' had the same amount of letters as 'Wood' so it wasn't as fiddly because he didn't have to add letters.
"Done." He beamed at his handy work after checking it over. He knew he'd got it right the first time because Transfiguration was his specialty - but it didn't hurt to double check.
George chuckled, watching his Twin skid across the floor in his socks. It looked like fun. He'd have to try it out, but later, breakfast was more important. "What can I say?" George replied casually to the 'cheat' comment. "Am fucking a Slytherin. He was bound to rub off on me some time." And yes, he knew one could take that in a crude context - hence he purposely worded it that way.
He put the pancake mix complete with choccy chips into the pan and left them to cook. When Forge said he needed his wand George went to offer his own but his Twin had already taken off back up to his room. George shrugged and turned back to the pancakes, flipping them over magically with his wand. It was too early to go hunting about in the drawers for a spatula.
He had a small pile of pancakes going by the time Forge announced done. "Yay!" He cheered, reaching over and grabbing his milkshake a taking a sip. "Mmm, 'nana and honey. Pancakes are nearly done. Though I think I made too much." He gave a little shrug, not really worried about having left overs. They could have pancakes for lunch too. "You still wanna make the bacon sandwiches?"
"Done." He beamed at his handy work after checking it over. He knew he'd got it right the first time because Transfiguration was his specialty - but it didn't hurt to double check.
George chuckled, watching his Twin skid across the floor in his socks. It looked like fun. He'd have to try it out, but later, breakfast was more important. "What can I say?" George replied casually to the 'cheat' comment. "Am fucking a Slytherin. He was bound to rub off on me some time." And yes, he knew one could take that in a crude context - hence he purposely worded it that way.
He put the pancake mix complete with choccy chips into the pan and left them to cook. When Forge said he needed his wand George went to offer his own but his Twin had already taken off back up to his room. George shrugged and turned back to the pancakes, flipping them over magically with his wand. It was too early to go hunting about in the drawers for a spatula.
He had a small pile of pancakes going by the time Forge announced done. "Yay!" He cheered, reaching over and grabbing his milkshake a taking a sip. "Mmm, 'nana and honey. Pancakes are nearly done. Though I think I made too much." He gave a little shrug, not really worried about having left overs. They could have pancakes for lunch too. "You still wanna make the bacon sandwiches?"
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