Role Reversals (George)

[LEAH KALYN ROOKWOOD]

Lee thought the whole idea of a social ball was the most idiotic idea Dumbledore had had yet, it was just an excuse for the girls to spend hours getting themselves ready, doing their hair and makeup so they could flutter their eyes at the boys. For the boys it was just a way they could perhaps cop a feel at the nearest girl. It was pretty much a courting ritual and Lee wanted nothing to do with it, however once her mother had heard about it she had made sure that Lee would attend threatening her with all sorts of irritating ideas. So Lee reluctantly agreed and the dreaded day drew nearer, all the talk around Hogwarts seemed to revolve around the ball, the dresses and the band. Lee spent the majority of her time purposely avoiding anyone who was excited with the event, and often found herself sat alone in her dorm or in some far corner of the library.

The worst of it was to come when the lists were posted around Hogwarts with the student’s assigned dates, Lee thought the idea was extremely medieval and detested it, but not as violently as she did when she discovered that her date was George Weasley. A Weasley? Seriously? Their red hair, second hand clothes and over all personalities annoyed her, and the worst were the twins and she had been paired with one of the bloody Weasley twins, she couldn’t even tell the difference between them. But what did it matter? It’s not like she was actually going to need to know the difference they were both the same.

With a scowl Lee buttoned up her chequered shirt and put on her black robe jacket, she was most certainly not going to wear a dress, they were designed purely to sexualize women and she was not going to be seen wearing one. Lee had purchased a smart black dress robe jacket and trousers; she’d shined her heavy boots, replaced the laces and even gone to town and brought red flowers for her date, a humours gesture on her part.

She ran a brush through her hair before picking her flowers up off the side lazily and walking slowly towards the great hall.
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs in the entrance hall and leant against them nonchalantly as she picked and the flowers with boredom, several giggling girls scuttled past her, Lee gave them a scathing look, before glancing around looking for a flash of red hair that would give away her ‘date’.


WORD COUNT: 427
NOTES: Outfit can be seen in post header
CREDIT: made by slayer

[GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY]

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The Hogwarts Social Ball had been the talk of the school for weeks. It had gotten to the point where George would roll his eyes slightly at every passing giggling group of girls. However he couldn’t help but smirk slightly as his own twisted plans began to form in his mind. Despite knowing that he couldn’t choose who his dancing partner would be, a small part of him had hoped that it would have been a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw girl. Yet he had gotten suck with a Slytherin girl. An of course to make matters worse it hadn’t been just any Slytherin girl. It had to be Leah Rookwood. Yet despite getting stuck with the most masculine girl in the entire school George couldn’t help but imagine just how well it would go with his plans for the night of the ball. Things were working out perfectly, almost too good to be true.

George found himself sitting in the common room finishing up his homework for the week so far. It was very rarely that the ginger haired twin ever found himself actually doing his homework. But miracle did happen every once in a while; at least out in public. The young man usually did his homework during the middle of the night when insomnia struck him as his mind raced with thoughts and ideas for his pranks. Yet with nothing to do at the current moment he had found himself pulling out his potions homework and writing down his theories for an antidote, however luckily for him potions came almost as a second nature just like his charms lesson. It didn’t take the boy long to finish up three rolls for the Head of Slytherin house before he was shoving his parchment back into his school bag along with his quill and ink bottle.

Glancing up at the clock hanging above the fire place a wide grin spread over his freckle complexion as he jumped up from his seat and took off towards the boys dormitory taking the steps two at a time. Within seconds he found himself at the foot of his bed and throwing his rucksack open and began to pull clothing out. He pulled out a wrapped package and began to set the rest of his outfit out on his bed. Now came the hard part; putting them all on. Stripping from his cloths, save his boxers, George forced himself into the orange dress. The difference between the actual dress itself and the trimming felt awkward against his skin. Not to mention it felt weird having the back of the dress cut off towards his lower back. How did the girls not feel so exposed like this? He glanced at himself in the mirror twisting this way and that; examining his reflection. Small scars were visible over his torso from past experiments gone wrong. Grinning slightly he reached up to his hair and ruffled it to give himself a disheveled appearance.

Turning back to his bed he almost tripped over the tightness around his hips that prevented him from moving as swiftly as he normally would have. Frowning slightly he took smaller steps towards his bed and somehow managed to slip his feet into heels. These of course he had to magic to fit his rather large feet. He turn took two steps towards the door and almost found himself face first into the furnace situated in the middle of the room. “Blood hell! How do they walk in these?” He asked out loud before slowly, very slowly making his way down the spiral stairs and climbing out of the Common Room. His entrance however into said Common Room had been greeted with cat calls and whistles. He then began to make his way towards the Great Hall each step growing steadier as he began to figure out how to walk in rather tall skinny heels.

A wide grin spread over George’s face upon seeing Leah standing and waiting for him. Throwing his arms out into the air he closed the distance between them. “Don’t you look dashing…” He said with a small wink of his eye.

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(Tagged)
Leah

(Text)
691

(Quotes)
Fred and George Weasley

(Notes)
DRESS!!!

(Credit)
Meet The WereDad @ Caution 2.0

[LEAH KALYN ROOKWOOD]

Lee had been waiting almost five minutes before her attention was grabbed by a group of first years who were giggling as a larger group of fourth year boys swaggered past, one of the bolder members of the group winked at the girls causing them to scamper giggling off. The group of boys grinned happily to themselves patting the bolder member of the group on the back. Lee glared over at the group of girls who had congregated near to her; she added their high pitched voices to the long list of things that irritated her. Her hand itched to pull out her wand and send a few jinxes their way. It would certainly be amusing to see them with a jelly legs jinx for the entire evening, especially if they attempted to dance. She would pay good money to see that.

She glanced down at the bunch of flowers she was holding. The idea had been a stroke of genius on her part, she was sure the joke wouldn’t go a miss with the Weasley twin after all they were renowned for their pranks. She smirked to herself as she slowly picked some of the petals off the flowers. She couldn’t believe she was subjecting herself to this, she didn’t belong in this world of vanity, dresses and dances, she was suited for other things. Lee heard a gasp of surprise from the group of girls and she glanced over wondering what on earth had happened now, perhaps they had realized they’d left their brains at home. Dumb bitches. She thought angrily as a voice drifted to her 'don’t you look dashing’,Lee rolled her eyes, what a cheesy line, she thought as she left her eyes move lazily over to the owner of the voice.

Her first thing that Lee noticed was the sudden need for sun glasses as her eyes were accosted by a flaming orange dress. It was only after she felt the urge to summon a pair of sun glasses did she realize the person in front of her was actually the Weasley twin. Now Lee was against gender stereotypes and all but there was a difference between going against the tide and making a complete mockery of it. Lee was not impressed. Did he seriously think that he would get away with wearing something as utterly hideous as the dress he was wearing, she was certain a professor would stop him soon, but rather than let him know her irritation she merely smiled at him.

‘Did anyone ever tell you Weasley that that color clashes with your hair?’ she said through gritted teeth, there was a difference in her opinion of being unfortunate looking and then just being a complete mess. This Weasley was a complete mess and apart of her was afraid he would end up ripping the dress and she would get an eyeful. Not something she really wanted.

‘I brought these for you’ she said thrusting the bunch of flowers at George ‘thought you’d like something pretty’

[/color]she said glancing around the entrance hall, at least she wouldn’t be earning alot of attention this evening, although she wasn’t sure if she could put up with a bunch of class mates crowding around talking about what a wonderful joke George had pulled. She decided she’d make an appearance then ditch the ball, at least that way she’d done her end of the bargain and at least ‘made an effort’.

WORD COUNT: 557
NOTES: Outfit can be seen in post header
CREDIT: made by slayer

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[GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY]

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The first thing that George learned was that girls where great actors. They made it seem simple; seem flawless, almost as if they themselves could float gently across the floor while wearing high heels. He had not been in the shoes of torture for not more than five minutes, and already his feet were yelling, screaming for him to remove the horrid objects so that he may once again walk on the flat surface. Maybe if he found Ginny , or any other female for that matter, how they managed to walk around in these contraptions of evil. A small sigh of relief escaped his throat upon seeing the entrance hall. ‘Finally the last of the stairs.’ He thought to himself as he spotted his ‘date’.

Hearing a gasp coming from a group of girls he turned his ginger locks in their direction before producing one of his charming smiles and giving them a casual wave with a small wink of the eye. Hey just because he was wearing a dress didn’t mean it was impossible to flirt. In fact before the night was over he was planning on dancing with a large number of students. The thought of his ‘date’ actually staying for the entirety of the dance seemed very slim to the ginger, however he would force at least one dance out of the Slytherin female. At the thought of his Ball Partner he quickly glanced around until his eyes landed on the lone figure standing off to the side. Upon making his way to her he couldn’t help but grin broadly at her. Oh yes there would defiantly be a lot of attention drawn to them. After all it was totally fine for Leah to be in a suit however for him to show up in a dress could possibly be considered inappropriate. However that was half the fun. To be able to see what he could and could not get away with. Not to mention it always helped to have a healthy counter argument handy.

At the comment of the dress clashing with his hair he arched a ginger brow before shrugging his shoulders lightly. “Well I am a bloke after all, I would be a bit scared if I knew how to dress properly in a girls dress.” He said lightly with a quick glance around the hall once again searching for familiar faces from his House. Seeing a few from the Sixth year he waved at them in greeting before bringing his attention back to Leah. Honestly he didn’t know a single thing about making colors match. That was a girls job. Sure he could have gotten help form his sister however the seventh year boy had a feeling that if she had found out what he was planning she would attempt to talk him out of it.

George took the flowers she had thrust at him with a smile that was perhaps just as bright as his dress. “Oh Leah…you shouldn’t have…I’m touched that you were thinking about me.” He stated in an overly dramatic voice as he brought his right hand up to his chest to place over his heart. Grasping the stems of the flowers with his left hand he held out his left elbow. “Okay I’m ready to get this party started if you are…although I do have one question.” He muttered before looking down at his own figure. “Does this dress make me look fat? I want your honest opinion.”

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(Tagged)
Leah

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581

(Quotes)
Fred and George Weasley

(Notes)
DRESS!!!

(Credit)
Meet The WereDad @ Caution 2.0