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 chuckled when he heard his brother's stomach growl, unaware that his Twin hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. "Hungry Twin." he poked Fred in the side. If he had found out Fred hadn't ate anything George would get a look of disapproval on his face that could rival Molly Weasley's. He didn't like it when his Twin forgot to eat. It worried him.
His movements to hop off bed were a little slower. He had no need for extra clothes having already pulled on one of his jumpers when he got out of his own bed earlier, so didn't feel the cold as much as Fred, but still gave a slight involuntary shiver when his Twin did. The shiver wasn't so much from him feeling the cold but was part of mystery of being in sync as Twins. At least that what George guessed. He could never rightly explain why he sometimes did the exact same thing as Fred at the same time.
He looked up at the jumper Forge had pulled over his head, recognising the colour blue. "Looks better on you anyway. Oliver probably has several more matching. One for every day of the week." Oliver, if anything else, loved his Qudditch and was loyal to his team - otherwise why else would he have stuck with Puddlemere for as long as what he had. A lot of people who starting playing at the same time as Wood had at least two, maybe three, teams on their resume by now, but not Oliver. Puddlemere United boy through and through, that one.
A slightly crazy cheeky grin appeared on George's face, on full of mischief. "Race you to the kitchen." He said with a slight childlike carefree tone before racing out the door of Forge's room.
His movements to hop off bed were a little slower. He had no need for extra clothes having already pulled on one of his jumpers when he got out of his own bed earlier, so didn't feel the cold as much as Fred, but still gave a slight involuntary shiver when his Twin did. The shiver wasn't so much from him feeling the cold but was part of mystery of being in sync as Twins. At least that what George guessed. He could never rightly explain why he sometimes did the exact same thing as Fred at the same time.
He looked up at the jumper Forge had pulled over his head, recognising the colour blue. "Looks better on you anyway. Oliver probably has several more matching. One for every day of the week." Oliver, if anything else, loved his Qudditch and was loyal to his team - otherwise why else would he have stuck with Puddlemere for as long as what he had. A lot of people who starting playing at the same time as Wood had at least two, maybe three, teams on their resume by now, but not Oliver. Puddlemere United boy through and through, that one.
A slightly crazy cheeky grin appeared on George's face, on full of mischief. "Race you to the kitchen." He said with a slight childlike carefree tone before racing out the door of Forge's room.
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