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]

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.]

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[had_not_lived]

I suppose so.

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

So what's a cauldron cake?