Grinning, Keylin pressed George Weaslys doorbell a fourth time. Of course he was still asleep, she had expected him to. After all, it was just eight a clock and he had had quite a night. She was about to press the door bell a fifth time, when the door was roughly pulled open to reveal an angry and dishevelled George Weasly standing on the doorway. He wore the same clothes with which she had put him into bed the night before, but he did not seem drunk anymore. He glared at her angrily. "What do you want?"
Smiling up at him, as if she did not notice his anger she said "Good morning, George. I'm not sure if you remember me, we met last night." "I remember you. What do you want?" Still no letting his tone discourage her she said "I want the same thing I wanted last night. A private tour of your shop." "Well, the answer is still the same as last night", he grovelled and was about to shut the door in her face. Yet she had expected that and stopped the door with a little wave of her wand. "May I come in?" Not waiting for an answer, she strode past him and into his living room, which was connected to the kitchen. The place was a complete mess. Clothes and other junk were covering almost every free spot in the living room. Dirty dishes with half eaten meals were stapled in the kitchen sink. She started for a chair to sit down, but spotted something that looked like dirty underwear in the last minute before sitting down. Slightly disgusted she decided it was safest to remain standing.
As she turned around, George was learning in the doorway, his arms crossed before his chest. With a slight grin on his face he gestured to the front door. "If you don't like my place, feel free to leave". It seemed like he had regained his balance after her little intrusion. Well, in that case it was time to get him off balance again. "Trust me, I have no desire to spend much time here. So how about breakfast? Somewhere else, obviously". As expected, the grin vanished from his face. "Breakfast?" he echoed somewhat sheepishly. "Yes", Keylin grinned, "you know, the thing you eat in the morning". He angrily opened his mouth but then shut it again. He seemed more angry with himself that he had provided her this opening. "Fine, but you buy. But first I'll take a shower." "Yes please do", Keylin retorted. She thought she saw him blush while he stalked angrily towards the bathroom. With the red hair, it was quite fetching.
While she was waiting, Keylin considered doing some cleaning spells, but decided again it. It certainly would be no effort, but she thought it wasn't a good idea to get men used to women doing their household spells for them. So she carefully stalked between all the rubbish lying on the floor to inspect a large picture of a family on the wall. It clearly was George's family. Everybody had the same red hair, the friendly looking women who proudly looked into the camera, as well as the tall kind man who had his arm around her shoulders. Around the couple, seven children were gathered, six boys and one girl. The girl was the youngest at about 15, while the oldest seemed to be in his late twenties. But her eyes were immediately drawn to the twins standing site by site. From the age difference of the twins to the one currently in the shower, she guessed that the picture was taken two to three years ago, but it might as well have been a lifetime for the difference in expression of the picture twins to George Weasly. In the picture, the twins wore identical grins that nearly split their faces in half and their eyes sparkled with mischief. They turned and grinned at each other, as if they shared a private joke that everybody else was ignorant of. She stepped closer to the picture and was studying the twins now in earnest. They were obviously identical twins, and even though they looked extremely similar, their hairstyle, their clothes, their height, their faces, she thought she recognized one of them as George.
"So can you tell us apart?" With a start, Keylin turned around. George Weasly was leaning again in the doorway, his pose identical to the one he had adopted previously. Now, however, he was freshly showered and shaved and had donned fresh clothes. It was quite a difference. The smile that spread about his face however, seemed forced at best though. "Actually, I think I do." She turned back to the picture and pointed to the left twin. "That is you." He looked at her suspiciously. "Pah, you had a 50/50 chance. You guessed." "I did not." Keylin replied, determined to keep the upper hand also in this exchange. "How did you know then?" "Your eyes," she said, "your eyes are different." He relaxed from his stance in the doorway and came towards here. He was starring at her again. Little goose bumps were beginning to form on Keylins back. This George Weasly really did have quite an intense stare. It felt like he was looking through her.
Finally, he turned to the picture, as if to compare the eyes of the twins in the picture himself. Yet after a short moment, he looked back to her. "Hardly anyone outside of my family could ever tell us apart, and they were almost as often wrong as they were right." Keylins heart missed a beat, and she could feel herself blushing. It did not help that George was starring at her again. Really, somebody ought to tell him not to stare at people like that. Embarrassed, she tried to downplay the situation and shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe I was just lucky after all. Are you ready?" Without waiting for an answer she walked past him and out of the doors. She thought she could feel his stare on her back.
