Craig: Do you wear after shave?
Tom: Very little. I wore some tonight, did you get a whiff?
Craig: I’d say that’s pretty nice! It’s actually very good cause I was going to go do a joke about it but I actually was like, whoa, you’re attractive.
Tom: Are we bonding here?
When all this is over we’ll be a proper family. You’ll see.
“A clever husband,
a witty father,
a charming brother,
a beloved son,
a twin finally reunited.
Mischief managed.”
With over 90+ branches world-wide, it is the best thing Fred and George had ever done. In every store, there’s a plaque dedicated tot he life and memory of Fred Gideon Weasley.
But only in the original, expanded store can you find the monument George built. It stands strong, long after his death, and his children’s. WWW went on through the geenrations, and the true fans talk of the twins who brought it to life. Information about it can be found in the pages of Best Wizarding Establishments of All Generations and Wizarding Wheezes: The Founding of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
Especially George, the boy who had a wide smile with an echo, once. A man cut from plural to singular. After Fred, he really was holey. He missed him to the point he felt sick. His heart hammered in agony whenever he thought of Fred. He was well and truly missed. And George was never the same. No one dared him to be the old George. Who George had been. He cut his hair short (to peach fuzz; he and Fred had always had the same style and the red and strands just reminded him, even if his entire family shared the trait) and he didn’t give a real smile for years. His lips would twitch, but that wide open mouthed smile from Hogwarts was absent. Laughing felt strange because he had always had Fred to chorus with him, and it too was something he did not do for a long time.
So, of course Harry pitied him. How could he not? Could you look at a man who lost half his soul and not do it?
And say you’re too young when you tell them you do.
But if you’re a guy they go “CONGRATULATIONS, BRING OUT THE BEER.” Or at least in my family.
SOUNDS LIKE THE WAY I PARTY HARD.
boom.
they’re doing it right.
I approve of you, fourteen year old.
