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George sat in the rooms which were now his very own. They were exceedingly plain and rather drab pale brown and grey stone as far as the eye could see.
"Well" thought George "I suppose I had better do something about it hadn't I?"
George turned to the sitting room come kitchen area, with a wave of his wand he transformed it into a myriad of colour. Jewel tones and opalescent hues covered every available surface. The sofa which had sat looking rather dejected was now piled high with brilliant orange and red cushions and blankets covered in sequins and tassels. Not bad he thought a bit Dumbledore-esque but not too bad. He wandered through to the bedroom, it had a small en suite attached to it just enough to provide for a single person. The room itself was slightly reminiscent of the dormitorys in Gryffindor tower it was perfectly round with a four poster bed sat squatly in the centre. The bed was horrendous it sagged in the middle and looked like it had lost a battle with a rather large former occupant. George again waved his wand and with a few muttered words changed the bed from the depressed to the divine. It was still the same 4 poster but now had intricate carvings and a big thick and fluffy counterpaine in bright blue. George was quite satisfied with his improvements.
He sat on his sofa sipping a cup of tea which seemed to have appeared from thin air, the room it seemed could anticipate his needs. George tested this out by imagining the most ridiculous food combination he could. A marzipan covered roast chicken materialised and George looked at it bemusedly well this was a turn up for the books. George took a small piece of parchment from the kitchen worktop and hastily penned a quick note to Ron.
Ron,
I know I said about a Weasley always being at the wheezes but you'll never guess what? Old McGonagall has finely lost her marbles. She's only ruddy asked me to be the new potions professor? I can imagine your face reading that and yes I know. Yes I was her choice and yes she thinks I'm suitably qualified. Go figure?
So if you could please can you send on some of my belongings?
Best of luck with the shop. Owl me if there's any problems
Bye
Prof. George. F. Weasley
George folded the letter and began to make his way to the Owlery. When he arrived he selected the biggest most important looking owl he could and tied the letter to its leg.
"Now" he said to the owl "take this to Ron Weasley please, feel free to give him a good pecking if you feel like it? He can be stingy with owl treats"
The owl peered at him the took off. George watched as it flew away. He turned and started to walk down the twisting staircase making his way to the great hall, he knew it was now time to be introduced to the school. Oh the joys.
George took a seat between Hagrid and Filius Flitwick. Neither had changed much in the years since the war Hagrid a little greyer at the temples but the diminutive charms professor looked exactly as he ever had, small, grey haired and merry.
Minerva McGonagall stood and cleared her throat from the middle of the teachers table.
"Ahem, now I realise that you will all now be aware of the sudden departure of Professor Corianus. I would like to take this opportunity to also lay a rumour to rest. No, The portrait of Professor Snape will not be taking over the classroom and the teaching of potions"
The great hall let out a collective sigh of relief, it was apparent that a few of the occupants had run foul of the portraits acerbic tongue and had heard horror stories of the erstwhile potion masters teaching methods.
"I would like to introduce you to our new potions professor. Professor Weasley"
A murmur rippled through the assembled group of children, George looked down at the four long tables recognising some of the faces. George stopped and beamed broadly as his eyes rested on a small frizzy haired boy sat near his older sister and cousins on Gryffindor table.
Hugo gave George a small wave which made George smile even wider.
George stood up and drew a breath.
"Hi there, some of you might know me from Wizarding Wheezes, it's a pleasure to be here and I hope that we can make this year as interesting as possible. Those who have class with me tomorrow please bring three items that are important to you and you will find out the rest in the morning. Now let's eat"
George sat down his eyes looking at his plate tomorrow was going to be a long day. Dinner passed by in a noisy and unhurried fashion. George found himself drawn into a conversation about whether the study of the life cycle of lace wing flies would be an important addition to the care of magical creatures curriculum. George realised that he had no particular thoughts about this topic and so tuned out retreating into his own mind, his thoughts passed to his first lesson tomorrow. George knew what he was planning to do may be considered a bit unorthodox to some but what better way to inject some fun into the classroom. George sat back in his chair letting the atmosphere wash over him. It felt good to be here at Hogwarts.
Hugo looked up to the teachers table at his Uncle George. "This is the going to be the best year ever!" He thought. Hugo had been sad that he was leaving his uncle George behind when he went to school so when he saw Uncle George sat up at the top table he thought he would burst with happiness.
"What had uncle George said about lesson tomorrow?" He thought "three things that are important to me? Hmm I can't very well take Rose, James and Albus to lessons with me". It dawned on Hugo that a very specific plug was in the bottom of his trunk.
"Well that's one thing sorted" he giggled to himself.
