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;

[mumbled_truth]

Hi. Todd Anderson.

Or, uh... keeper of the minutes.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[onlyholey]

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