George loved his twin. Truly, he did. But there were some moments when he wished he could get as far away from Fred as possible. Now happened to be one of those moments.
Of course, his dilemma was partially his own fault, but there was no way he was going to admit that to Fred. The idea for this polyjuice-like potion that turned people into an animal of choice rather than a different person had belonged to him, in all actuality.
So here he was.
Fred Weasley, catboy extraordinaire.
Including cat ears, a cat tail, slits for pupils, and- dare he try to forget it? - cat-like behavior.
Which is why, for the first time, George Weasley was not looking forward to opening his store this morning.
Oh, and on top of it all, his fur was the carrot colour he'd come to secretly despise (not that he was ashamed to be a Weasley. Because he wasn't. But sometimes he felt more like a carrot than the man he was growing to be. And he might just be the tiniest bit un-self confident. But really, he's fine. ).
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George couldn't wait for lunch break. He kept glancing at the clock in anticipation. He was pretty sure his mood was contagious, because _ (their assistant) and Fred were both fidgety as well. Though _ was always fidgeting around with something of some sort and Fred was going to move in with his girlfriend, Angelina.
Which meant George was going to be alone.
But he supposed he'd be okay.
As long as he got rid of this goddamn cat tail.
The thing was driving him nuts. It kept swishing around and distracting people. To make things worse, this random kid had "accidentally" stepped on his tail, causing him to yowl- yes, YOWL - in pain… although that had successfully scared that kid away. And where was his beloved twin during all this?
Laughing his ass off at him.
He supposed it might be funny in hindsight, but not right now.
He just prayed to god that no one else he knew showed up at the store today.