8 Mischiefs Managed - [video; forward-dated to earlier in the day]

[onlyholey]

[A slightly bleary-eye and tousle-haired George is sitting in his bedroom, leaning back in a chair with a cup of tea in his hands.]

Had a rather peculiar dream last night. I checked the network this morning, and seems like I wasn't the only one. I think I may have seen a familiar face or two in it as well.

[He pauses to sip at his tea.]

Glad to see Fred and I weren't the only ones who found such petty school rules as lights-out to be a bit of an inconvenience. Although in our case we weren't sneaking out to have poetry readings, I can tell you. I also have to say, mates, that haul was pathetic. Not a cauldron cake or chocolate frog at all. I'm sure if you'd had the Marauder's Map on your side, you could have managed much better.

[He gives the camera a wink before cutting off.]

[ooc: George swapped memories with had_not_lived today and got to witness the first meeting of the Dead Poet's Society. (5:20).]

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[voice]

[had_not_lived]

[Laughingly]

Haven't you ever heard of a secret society?

[voice]

[onlyholey]

Still hiding it from people in this place? Last time I checked, we didn't have a curfew here.

You must be Neil, then.

[voice]

[had_not_lived]

Neil Perry, Dead Poet, at your service.

It's not just about keeping out of trouble. It's... it makes it more important, somehow.

[voice]

[onlyholey]

George Weasley.

I suppose I should apologise for taking a romp through your memories, although it wasn't exactly on purpose.

[voice]

[had_not_lived]

We've met, haven't we? When you were cursed at least. I think. You know, you're very hard to tell apart from your brother.

[voice]

[onlyholey]

We might have, yeah. You're the bloke Fred made those carpe diem fireworks for, weren't you?

[He laughs a little.]

Much easier to tell apart then we used to be. Just count the ears.

[voice]

[had_not_lived]

I am... the fireworks, I mean...

[He's a tad distracted now, troubled by a suspicion.]

...You lost an ear?

[voice]

[onlyholey]

'bout a year ago, now. Does make us easier to tell apart, we were well identical before that.

[voice]

[had_not_lived]

I--

How did it happen?

I'm sorry, it's just... You don't have to answer if you'd rather not.

[voice]

[onlyholey]

's alright, mate. It was a slicing charm. Sectumsempra.

[That word sound familiar, Neil?]

[voice]

[had_not_lived]

I think...

Were you flying?

[voice]

[onlyholey]

That's right, mate.

[...how?]

[voice]

[had_not_lived]

We... traded memories, I think.

[voice]

[onlyholey]

[Neil, you may have heard of the infamous Weasley temper before. You're about to witness it first hand. There's a moment of George letting the word's sink in. The questions he asked him, about his ear. George swears - loudly and suddenly. There's a cup of pencils on his desk next to him, and it goes sailing across the crashing into the far wall with a loud clatter. This couldn't have been a fun and harmless curse? Just once?]

[voice]

[had_not_lived]

[It's startling to say the least.]

I'm sorry, really sorry.

[video; private]

[onlyholey]

[George reaches towards his device and flips the video on, as well and closing the feed. He doesn't need anyone else to be seen this.]

You don't need to be apologizing, for Merlin's sake. It was my bloody memory you got sucked into.

[He runs his hand through his hair and over his face.]

I got sneaking out of school at night, and you got to lose an ear. Brilliant.

[video; private]

[had_not_lived]

I know I didn't do anything... I guess I'm sorry for both of us having bad luck.

[video; private]

[onlyholey]

Are you alright now? It doesn't still hurt?

[video; private]

[had_not_lived]

I'm fine. It's-- like a dream, it didn't last.

[video; private]

[onlyholey]

There's that, at least.

[The real thing did last. Quite a bit.]

[video; private]

[had_not_lived]

I suppose so.

[There's a long pause, before he cracks half a smile.]

So what's a cauldron cake?

voice;

[mumbled_truth]

[That sounds familiar. Well, the parts that should sound familiar, anyway. Not so much the suggestions for improvement.]

I'm... I'm not even sure what those are.

voice;

[onlyholey]

Which part, mate.

voice;

[mumbled_truth]

The cakes... and the frogs. Well, and the map.

The rest, um-- actually sounds pretty familiar.

voice;

[onlyholey]

I thought it would. I never forget a face.

voice;

[mumbled_truth]

Hi. Todd Anderson.

Or, uh... keeper of the minutes.

voice;

[onlyholey]

George Weasley. 'fraid I don't have a fancy title, though.

voice;

[mumbled_truth]

Well, it's not much of one, really. I mean, I hardly ever use it here.

voice;

[onlyholey]

No secret midnight meetings in this place, then? I suppose it's not as fun when you're not sneaking out for them.

voice;

[mumbled_truth]

It isn't... that, and it's not the same without everyone from home.

But there may have been a few.

voice;

[onlyholey]

Better haul those times? I am serious about that lot being paltry.

voice;

[mumbled_truth]

Well, it helps when you're not stuck with whatever you can scrape together at school.

voice;

[onlyholey]

No excuse. Fred and I used to do loads better when we were at school.

[feorge]

Bloody well hope we'd have accomplished more than a poetry reading, even without the map.

[onlyholey]

Apparently it was a secret society.

[Makes it only slightly less wimpy...]

[feorge]

A secret society? Blimey, we should've had them in on the DA. That was a bloody secret society.

[onlyholey]

They can't all be as brilliant as we are, Freddie.

[feorge]

Thank Merlin for that.