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Brown iris’ gazed groggily up to the white ceiling above as the lids closed and opened repeatedly as the owner of the eyes attempted to rid himself of what little sleep remained. Slowly other items within the room became visible as the pupil’s began to focus and adjust themselves to the bright sunlight pouring in through a crevice from the protective shades around the windows. A long and drawn out yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his arms high above his head before bringing his hands down and dragging them across his face and rubbing at his eyes. He then slid his hands behind his head and rested them at the base of his neck. A wide quickly made it’s known on his handsome features as he continued to stare up at the ceiling above him. George thought about over the last few months. It seemed that from the time He and Fred had left Hogwarts in such a fashion had only happened the night before. Yet truth be told it had been months since their famous departure of the Wizarding school. Of course when she had found out their mother had been furious with the two of them. In fact George reckoned his left ear was still ringing from the shrill of her voice. However despite her initial anger towards her two rebellious sons she couldn’t help but he proud of them. The boys had gone from having nothing to having everything they ever wanted. Their dream had come true. The boys finally had their joke shop and it was a booming business. Sure it was very taxing of their time, but the end result was worth it. George loved waking up every morning and throwing his suit on before descending the stairs to open shop. As soon as Hogwarts had let out for the Summer Holiday it seemed that almost every single student had flocked to Weasley Wizard Wheezes to purchase items to prepare themselves for the upcoming year. Now that September was upon it brought about a serene sense of longing. Despite dropping out of Hogwarts the year before George couldn’t help but feel an emptiness within him knowing that even if he did finish his seventh year he still wouldn’t have been going back this year. There would be no more rides on the Hogwarts Express, or sitting within the Great Hall as they waited for the Welcome Back Feast to begin. With another sigh he pushed himself up from his bed and threw his legs over the edge of his mattress before glancing over the furnishing of his bedroom. When Fred and himself moved from the burrow to the flat above their shop it had been the first time that the boys had rooms of their own. The nights of sharing a room seemed to be over. But George wasn’t entirely disheartened by that fact. Fred was only across the hall which brought the twin great comfort. Pushing up from the mattress George went about his morning ritual of cleaning himself up before questioning what he wished to wear for the day. But the question remained of what he wanted to do. Did he want to manage the shop for the day or take the day off and go out for a few hours? It didn’t take the ginger head long to make up his mind. His choice of clothing was a soft long sleeved gray shirt with four buttons starting at the nipple line of his chest and ascending up to his trachea. The jeans that he slipped into were baby blue and slightly form fitting yet still comfortable to move about in. He then finished off his attire with a pair of gray shoes with white soles that matched the long sleeve shirt he had chosen. Reaching into his closet he pulled out a tan drench coat and slipped his arms into its sleeves before descending the stairs as he made his way through the shop. “Oi Verity I’m stepping out for the day. It shouldn’t be too bad, half our customers are in school now.” He said as he made his way past several aisles of products. Making his way out into the street he glanced up and down the alley watching as several shop owners started opening up for the day. Turning on the spot he felt a great pressure pressing down on him from all sides as he apparated out of Diagon Alley to Hogsmeade. Smiling to himself he made his way over to the Three Broomsticks and sat down at an empty table near the back of the inn. He ordered a Butterbeer figuring that it was a bit too early to be drinking Fire Whiskey.

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Doreen couldn’t believe it. She had been scared to leave school grounds. While the werewolf attack had shaken her, she had thought she might be over that. Still, her legs had shook as she walked away from the castle, and she had to remind herself that it wasn’t even a full moon. She was perfectly safe, especially since she had her wand with her. Not that she was ever without it.

Hogsmeade appeared to be mostly its old self again. People were going about their business, and a few smiled at Doreen as she walked up the street. She managed to nod back, but her thoughts were completely elsewhere. They had been for some time.

What’s going on with me? she wondered, stepping out of the flow of the crowd so she wouldn’t bump into anyone. First I joke about running away through the Forbidden Forest, and then I go into the corridors after hours, alone. Walking around after hours was nothing, but she still couldn’t understand why she hadn’t turned to someone and asked if they wanted to go on an adventure with her. Just because her first adventuring partner was leaving didn’t mean she had to be alone. Besides, she had been surrounded by Gryffindors. If they didn’t want to go on an adventure, who would?

Was I really joking?

Of course she had been. She wasn’t the sort of insane person to head out into the Forest, even if she wanted to leave Hogwarts. But that night she had been tempted, just to see if she could, and now that she considered it, she found herself wanting to slip away and wander through the trees. It would be stupid and reckless, and an adventure she had never even dreamed of. It would be even better than trying to climb the Whomping Willow, something she had been saving for a special occasion. She could do it, and she might even live.

The thought that she might not sent a chill down her spine, and she looked around the street. None of the faces were familiar, and she couldn’t tell whether she just wasn’t looking hard enough or she had simply walked out of the castle without caring what day it was. It wouldn’t be the first time she had skipped class – after Lockhart stopped giving practical lessons like with the pixies, she had decided he was rubbish – but it would be the first time she had done it unknowingly. Was it a Hogsmeade weekend? Was it even the weekend? For all she knew, it was Thursday morning and she was missing Potions.

A group of people entered the shop she stood against, and she ducked in after them. The room was familiar, filled with tables and talking people, but it took a moment for the name Three Broomsticks to work its way through her mind. When it did, she felt through her pockets for some money and decided a butterbeer would help her concentrate. If nothing else, it would get rid of that lingering chill she got whenever she thought of going into the Forest.

A fair number of the tables were full, or at least occupied, and she was in the odd position of wanting to be with someone and not wanting to be seen. Taking a sip from her drink, she wandered toward the back until a patch of red hair caught her eye. On a whim, she headed for his table. “This seat taken?” she asked, dropping into a chair opposite him.