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Post by georgeweasley on Aug 17, 2010 17:28:34 GMT
You've been hit by..
You've been struck by.. [/font][/center] George sat in the kitchen messing with his ear.. not the one he'd had all his life but the fake one that he'd created to go out in public with, it was.. well to be honest he'd made it without realising how he'd actually get it to stick to the side of his head and look like a normal ear.. it was basically an extendable ear .. without the extendable-ness. He tilting his head to one side then just let out a sigh and headed over to a draw, pulled out sellotape and just sellotaped the ear to the side of his head. Well that works.. he thought examining himself in a mirror. He then began to examine his hair, which was not a lot lot shorter then it was when he was younger, he didnt exactly want short hair.. it was practical as a lot of experiments with stuff sometimes caused flames and.. hair would be burnt. Also he was getting a little bald spot at the back of his head and the longer his hair was somehow the more stupid it looked, so he just decided to have short hair.
He then paused a moment noticing one thing he had not noticed, it was unusually quiet.. suspiciously quiet in fact. The burrow was always alive with some sort of noise coming from somewere. He shrugged a little and pulled the ear off the side of his face, he had an idea whilst nobody was around. He rummaged through a cupboard till he found the tomato ketchup then placing the ear in the sink he squirted the sauce at it then watered it down a little bit so it looked more bloody. "there" he said, he was hoping one of the younger female Weasleys would stumble upon it as one of the guys or the older females probably knew it was just a prank and that would be a boring reaction. Looking down to the ketchup in his hand he shrugged, taking a swig out of the bottle and sitting down on the sofa not that far away from the sink so he could at leas still be bale to hear the reaction.. hopefully it would at least be a funny one. A smooth criminal [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit
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Lyrics: Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson
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Post by katieweasley on Aug 17, 2010 18:03:22 GMT
Katie was up in her bedroom getting ready for the day. She had already taken a shower and put on her makeup, all she had to do was get dressed. After putting on her undergarments she slipped on her pants, put on her light green undershirt and then put on her white button-up shirt, but left a few of the top buttons open so you could see the green. Before leaving the room she slipped on her shoes and put on her wedding ring. She always wore it, no matter what. She was proud to show that she was married, after all she loved her husband. Him and her kids were her world. She would be nothing without them. She soon left the room and headed down the stairs. On her way down she pulled her loose brown locks into a tight ponytail and then let one hand fall to her side as the other fell to slide down the railing as she continued down the stairs.
Bypassing the living room, Katie made her way into the kitchen to make breakfast for whoever decided to show up to eat. She went into one of the cabinets and pulled out the skillet to make eggs. After that she got out the eggs and some bacon. She set everything on the counter and then moved to the sink to wash her hands. As she reached for the faucet she looked down and saw what looked to be a bloody ear. “Oh!” She exclaimed backing up a bit with her hand on her chest. Usually she wouldn’t get scarred by the many tricks that happened in the house, but she wasn’t expecting it for some reason this morning. She knew exactly who did it too.
She turned around with her eyebrows furrowed and her hands on her hips. “George Gideon Weasley!” She yelled, thinking he better answer or he was really going to get it. She took a deep breath and then let it out to turn back to the sink, her hands falling to her sides again. “You better get your butt in here and clean this up.” She scolded, more calm now than what she had been before. She wasn’t necessarily mad about him pulling a stunt like this, she just didn’t like to be caught off guard. Actually she quite liked his jokes most of the time. But like anyone else, she liked them better when it wasn’t happening to her.
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Post by georgeweasley on Aug 18, 2010 7:40:36 GMT
You've been hit by..
You've been struck by.. [/font][/center] George was fairly sure he heard someone walk into the kitchen and a giant mirk sat on his face as he waited in silence for the reaction, ok so he then realised by the reaction it wasnt exactly one of the younger Weasleys and it ended up to be the one person who he least wanted it to be. On the other hand her reaction was kind of amusing. He sat there chuckling to himself untill he head his full name Uh oh he thought imediately. He knew Katie saying his last name was bad but middle name as well.. if it wasnt for the fact he was in love with her he probably would have hidden away somewere.
With a sigh he reluctantly got up and headed to the kitchen. "You called your highness?" he said with a smirk walking over to Katie and planting a kiss on her lips then standing back and smiling sweetly, ok he was hoping for some kind of 'oh never mind' or 'dont do it again' thing and then he could go back to doing whatever, but he had a feeling she would make him clean up which was something he hated to do. He then looked to the ketchup in his hand and though 'idiot.. you cant even deny it.. you have the freaking sauce in your hand' he sighed a little he never used to make such simple errors. A smooth criminal [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit
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Post by katieweasley on Aug 18, 2010 17:54:28 GMT
Katie was not too pleased about this little trick of his, but she would soon get over it. She always did. Her eyes glanced over to see her husband walk in with the bottle of ketchup still in his hand, nonetheless. So, as usual, her suspicions were correct. It was rare for Katie to accuse the wrong person. Sure, Chris had his playful moments, but his father was so much worse. He was always doing something to scare someone or prank them. It was all in his personality. He had always been a jokester even when attending Hogwarts. One of her favorite moments was when him and his twin brother Fred crashed the tests that Professor Umbridge was making people take.
“Woah, Katie. You’re supposed to be mad, not reminiscing over memories.” She thought to herself, putting her strict face one again. “Your highness? What?” She happened to get out before he planted a kiss on her lips. Her face relaxed and she let out a sigh. She hated when he did that. It always made her lose track of what she was thinking about. He knew that too. If she didn’t love him, he would be in so much trouble right now. Crossing her arms, she forced her mind back to where it was. She was not going to let him get away without cleaning up his mess. You make the mess, you clean it up.
She raised an eyebrow in his direction. He was trying to look so sweet and innocent when he was anything but. “Don’t look at me like that George. You’re not going to get away with it.” She told him, taking the bottle of ketchup from his hand. She looked at it for a moment and then crossed over to the refrigerator to put it away. After closing the door of the fridge, she turned back to him with her arms crossed again. “Well go on. Clean it up.” She pointed at the ear in the sink and then walked over to where she had set the things she got out to make breakfast. “Honestly, sometimes I feel like your mother, rather than your wife.” She told him, a soft chuckle escaping from her lips. She leaned against the counter and watched him, waiting for him to say something smart or actually listen and clean up.
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Post by georgeweasley on Aug 19, 2010 19:37:41 GMT
You've been hit by..
You've been struck by.. [/font][/center] George simply ignored what she said and smiled as he knew she'd lost her trail of thought when he'd kissed her, it always worked..most of the time. Damn he thought at the next thing that came out of her mouth, well that sucked it didnt work and apparently he wasnt going to get away with it, well he didnt realy care about getting away with it he just didnt want to clean up, that was a job for someone who has some sort of cleaning disorder. He had to think fast, he didnt want to clean he needed to come up with something that would mean he didnt have to do it.
"I'll do it later.. how about we go snuggle on the sofa for a bit?" he suggested with a raised eyebrow, he wasnt going to do it later, he was fairly sure if he kept her away from the kitchen for long enough someone would come along and clean it up. He did however pick his ear up out of the sink and rub the ketchup off it using a tea towel. Popping the ear in his pocket he walked over to her "Hell no, your my wife not my mother and i'll prove that to you if you want" he said standing behind hr and wrapping his arms around Katie's waist in some sort of behind hug. "Come on.. cleaning for losers, lets live a little" he said with a smirk, ok this was all just to stop himself cleaning and honestly he probably could have cleaned up by now as the mess was mainly in the sink and turning the tap on would probably have washed it all away. A smooth criminal [/font][/size][/center] Wearing: Outfit
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