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[GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY]

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George slowly and ruggedly pulled himself away from the table within the Great Hall to begin his ascent back to the Gryffindor Tower. Dinner as usual had been excellent, just like every other day at Hogwarts. Those house elves really out did themselves each and every day. Not to mention the desert was something worth dying for. Perhaps he would be able to get some of their recipes’ and give them to his mother. That way even though he would be leaving Hogwarts for good this summer he would at least be able to enjoy the tastes at home. With a great heave he lifted his school bag up and ducked his head into the strap to secure the bag across his body. Instantly he could feel the weight of his books and homework as the items attempted to weigh him down.

Stopping briefly at the bottom of the Grand stair case he glanced up at the Moving stair cases with a small smile upon his features. If he judged his timing correctly he would be able to make all the correct landing without having to wait for the stairs to move. Watching them carefully he began to make his ascent towards the towers. His plan of out witting the stair case was foiled by a third year asking directions on how to get to the North Tower for Divinations. Of course George wasn’t about to tell the young girl off so he kindly showed her the right stairs to take up until the point where they were to go their separate ways. He then proceeded to give her directions and wished her luck on her journey. It then took him only five minutes until he was standing outside the fat lady’s portrait. Giving the correct password George was granted access to the Gryffindor Common room.

Stepping through the Portrait hole he was greeted warmly by the Gryffindor colors of Red and yellow. Plush chairs and a couch were situated near the fire place where a small inferno raged on; no doubt started by the House Elves to welcome the sleepy eyed and full Gryffindors who were either done for the day or had a free period. However instead of collapsing onto the couch which was the norm for George after a satisfying meal he instead began to climb the spiraling staircase that led to the Seventh year boys dormitory. Discarding his bag and books onto his bed he began to undress himself from his school uniform before reaching for someone a little more comfortable. His choice of clothing was a soft long sleeved gray shirt with four buttons starting at the nipple line of his chest and ascending up to his trachea. The jeans that he slipped into were baby blue and slightly form fitting yet still comfortable to move about in. He then finished off his attire with a pair of gray shoes with white soles that matched the long sleeve shirt he had chosen. Reaching into his rucksack he pulled out a tan heavily used drench coat and slipped his arms into its sleeves before descending the spiral stair case and quickly exiting the Gryffindor Tower.

It didn’t take George nearly half as long to descend the Grand stair case. It also helped that he was A, going down instead of up and B, he didn’t have to stop and give anyone directions on how to get to this or that class. Exiting out of the main entrance he took a deep breath as the cool fall air washed over him. The fading sunlight a reminder to the coming of seasons. He crossed over into the courtyard before slowly making his way over towards the far end of the courtyard and sat upon a lone stone to gaze out over the castle grounds. Just to the South of him he could see the placid water of the Black Lake, as the smoothness of its surface was broken by a tentacle of the Giant Squid. To the North west and just slightly visible to him, George could just barely make out the silhouettes of six giant hoops and surrounded by high stadium stands. Turning to look back towards the east he could make out the Whomping willow. He knew that on the other side of the castle just out of his view was Hagrids hut.

Taking a deep breath he released a heavy sigh as a certain feeling washed over him. It was feeling that George Weasley wasn’t use to feeling. Boredom. Yes the Ginger twin was growing bored with the nostalgia pace everything seemed to be taking. He needed excitement, adventure; something to get his heart pumping and the adrenaline flowing through his veins. But the question remained…what could he do? What was there to do? Hadn’t Fred and he done everything there was to do? Hadn’t they found all the secret passage ways in and out of the castle? George felt that there was nothing left for them to do.

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[KATRINA OLIVIA MCGRACE]

When You Know If You Reach



A Little Deeper, Nothings There
Nothings Gonna Make It Right

Katrina sighed as she slipped into her light blue tee and jogging pants, then running down from the Girls Dormatory, she quickly picked up a couple books to take with her. After all, there was never anything better to do if you don't count punching George in the stomach for calling her Kitty. She ran down the stairs, cautious not to fall through one or fall off the end of one that was moving. When she made it to the bottom of all the stairs, Kat jogged out the gaint doors they called an entrance.

She continued on her way to who-knows-where, just jogging and looking around at everything, taking it all in. The beautiful tall trees, the green grass, just... everything. It was hard to believe she had been here for 6 years, it felt like less... Maybe it was just her brother Mitchel's presence that was ruining her fun and enjoyment. Not that she was completely enjoying everything anyway, but Mitchel being there just rained on her parade. Kat continued thinking about all this, distracted in her thought, until... plunk! she ran right into a tree. Nice going, Katrina. she kicked herself mentally.

The sixteen year old sat up, dizzy but okay. When she didn't notice anything moving or doubled in her vision, she got up, collecting her books which had flown everywhere around her and continued jogging to know-where land. She looked around and finally came to a disision: The Black Lake. She made her way over to the waters, sitting down and looking out at the lake, the gaint squid was obviously there, she could see him splashing about his tenticals sprawled in all directions.

Kat opened her book, it was a muggle book called Safe As Houses so far, it took place somewhere in Canada and was about a couple kids getting into trouble during a flood. She liked it, though she couldn't relate to it at all, so what did it matter?. She edged closer to the water so that she could dip her toes in.

She forgot completely about the book, it wasn't very interesting to her right now and didn't make her feel any better, if anything worse. Splashing the surface with her toes she laughed as the Giant Squid decided to join her, though it's tenticals were a bit slimy if it did get the chance to touch her, she didn't care, though she was a bit scared of the sea creature and she had heard stories about it.

Katrina turned to look behind her when the squid turned and headed back into the middle of the water, that was odd, she thought all animals liked attention. Did that count giant sea monsters? She was suprised at who she found sitting behind her about a 50 feet away: George Weasley. That was great. Woohoo, this was going to be fun. She ducked her head, hoping he wouldn't see her, when she had looked at his face he wasn't paying attention to her, he was more focused on the Whomping Willow, or that's where she thought he was looking.

Kat sighed, again deciding on something: The stubborn boy would see her anyway. What was the piont of hiding? He had his own ways of figuring out she was there, for one the giant squid was close to shore. For two, there was no reason for that squid to be close to shore. Katrina got up, picking her books up and walked back to the school, going around a couple of bends and stairs and coming out to the Courtyard where she had seen George, she knew he would not rest until he found her and annoyed the hell out of her, so she might as well get it over with for the day. She snuck up behind him and tapped his shoulder "Hey there, ginger." If he was aloud an embarrasing nickname for her, she could call him one.

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[GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY]

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As George continued to ponder what his life within the school meant to him he had no idea of the other student making their way down towards the Black lake. Shoot the movement within the water should have told him something was up however he was so far lost within his own thoughts that the rippling of the water never even registered to him. Shoot Hagrid could let loose a fully grown dragon and George probably wouldn’t have noticed a thing. Sure it would be slightly strange to see a Dragon on the school grounds, but…in reality…was it? George had seen plenty of strange things during his seven years at the School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Surely seeing a Dragon wouldn’t be all that strange to him; especially not when his older brother Charlie worked with Dragons for a living. So to other’s it might be strange, but to George Weasley it would just be another boring ordinary day.

To take his mind off of things George busied himself by attempting to think just how he could get his next prank to work. If he could truly pull this prank off there was no doubt in his mind that he would be mention for years to come. It was his lifelong dream, second to owning his own joke shop, to outdo the Marauders for whom he looked up to as role models. George would be able to die happy if he could get the chance to meet the Marauders. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, whoever they were and wherever they were they were heroes in his young rebellious mind. For his next big prank he would need the assistants of Harry’s snow white Owl Hedwig. The windows to the dorms were still open at night to allow the cool air to filter through the dormitories.

So seeing as how no boys could get into the girls dormitories they would have to use the owl in order to get their...surprise…to work properly. A wide mischievous grin spread over his freckled complexion as he thought about the screams that would greet him in the early morning. Yes it would truly put his name down for a long time coming. And of course the best part would be that no one would be able to know how he accomplished the feat!

George was so engrossed with his prank unrolling within his mind that he hadn’t noticed the sound of crunching feet coming towards his figure. It wasn’t until the person spoke behind him that he even realized that she was there. Jumping slightly at the sound of a feminine voice behind him he quickly twisted his body around to glance up at the brunette behind him. The look of shock quickly left his features as he grinned widely at her. “Hello Kitty!” He said as he twisted the rest of his body to stare at her properly. Katrina was a fellow Gryffindor but a year younger than him. He knew of her dislike of his little nickname for her yet he couldn’t help himself every time he saw her. “What a lovely surprise to see you here…and to think…you approached me!”

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