The year is 1994, and for the first time in ages, the Triwizard Tournament is occurring. Hogwarts has been chosen to host this momentous event, much to the delight of its students. Unfortunately, due to previous injuries and deaths, only those of age may submit their name to the Goblet of Fire, vastly reducing the number of students who are able. That doesn't mean that younger students can't try. Also doesn't mean that they'll succeed. What does the Triwizard Tournament have in store for the schools of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons? Who will be chosen to participate, and most importantly, will they all come out in one piece?
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George made his way to Hogsmeade merrily. His brother and mates weren’t with him on this particular journey, mainly because George got up to no good and blamed it on Fred so he and Lee were currently in detention, but he didn’t mind. Despite being an extrovert, George didn’t always have a particular need to be in the company of others. He did almost just as well on his own. Besides, he figured once he got to Hogsmeade that someone would make his acquaintance. George had plenty of friends and admirers to choose from.
However, when he got there, his eyes immediately darted to The Three Broomsticks and a grin brightened his freckled face impulsively. All he yammered about these days was how attractive he found the bartender there. He liked to tease her and attempt to flirt with her. It wasn’t like he actually thought he had a chance with her. After all, he was only sixteen and she was ... however old, graduated at least, and very much out of his league in his opinion. It didn’t mean that he couldn’t admire her beauty and let her know that it was exactly what he was doing.
His feet led him there before he even made the conscious decision to go. The place was starting to busy up and he spotted her before she spotted him. George went and occupied a bar stool that was just vacated. He rapped his knuckles on the bar as if he were impatient. “What kind of service is this? I’ve been waiting ten minutes already!” he cried out loudly, causing a few customers to look over at him strangely and for his closest neighbour to pick up and leave.
Post by Scarlett Rose on Jun 22, 2015 17:59:49 GMT -5
i'm ready to go (get me out of my mind)
"Oi! Get your ass off of my counter!"
The petite brunette waved her rag at the drunkard sitting up on the bar, drooling slightly as he double-fisted bottles of Firewhiskey. He looked at her for a moment, stare glassy, before cocking his head slightly to the side in confusion. The woman rolled her eyes, coiling up the rag she had been using to clean the counter before snapping it loudly in his direction. The man jolted in awareness and practically leaped off of the counter, landing a foot or so away. He teetered in place, face splotchy and sweaty, trying to keep his balance. The bar erupted in roaring laughter, causing the brunette to crack a rather wide smile. She leaned against the counter, taking in the drunken man in front of her.
"Next time, do what I tell you to do the first time," she replied. The patrons of the Three Broomsticks laughed in unison again, and the man locked eyes with the woman for a brief moment before hanging his head and shuffling, ashamed, to a distant corner of the bar. The man's seat was immediately taken by another man, sober this time, and ordering a drink. He seemed amused at the goings-on of the bar, and ordered his apple ale with a slight chuckle. "Is this place always like this?" He asked. The brunette laughed. "You must be new here. I think this is the only pub that has this much fun," she replied, grabbing up a bottle of the ale and sliding it across the counter.
"That'll be a Galleon and a Sickle," the woman said. The man slid the money across the counter, appraising her. "Well, it's good to know that you all can have fun. Who do I have to thank for the drink?" The woman's face cracked into a wolfish grin as the man's expression turned flirtatious. "The name's Scarlett, love," she replied, giving him a soft wink. The pair continued to chat as Scarlett moved down the busy bar, serving customers and taking payments as she went. The woman had climbed the ranks at the pub since getting a job as a dishwasher in her seventh year, and was well-known as the best bartender in the establishment. That came with plenty of flirtatious regulars and newcomers, men she would banter with, perhaps even take home with her. The wolf was a predatory creature, and she wasn't beneath playing with her prey before dragging it to her den...
"What kind of service is this? I've been waiting ten minutes already!"
Scarlett looked over at the other end of the bar, frowning. The handsome stranger she had been talking to moved, looking rather annoyed. In his place stood a rather familiar redhead. He was an intriguing specimen. Handsome, but youthful. Scarlett wasn't beneath taking young men home, and this boy wasn't an exception. Gawky, but handsome, and fun to play around with. Still, nothing had come of their flirting. Scarlett was finding herself in a particularly hungry mood, and a mischievous smirk grew upon her face.
"Are you always this needy?" Scarlett asked, approached him. She flashed him a winning smile, pushing her chest out subtly to emphasize her curves. As long as she was in khaki pants and a black top with black shoes, her boss didn't care what she wore, and Scarlett took full advantage of that, wearing tight-fitting pants and shirts that showed off as much skin as was appropriate in the workplace. "What can I get you, sweetheart?" Scarlett inquired, leaning over the counter slightly towards the boy.
George was pleased when he got Scarlett’s attention. It didn’t take much for her to catch anyone’s attention herself, seeing how stunning she was. He could tell by the way the bar itself was lined with men where the women seemed to prefer the tables or booths and didn’t seem to care one way or another. George was no exception. Scarlett attracted him as if she were a Veela, and in his mind there was no reason why not to pursue it, even if he didn’t think anything would come of it. It was all in good fun. George didn’t flirt all the time, but there were always those specific few girls and women that he couldn’t pass up on. Despite his pranking and attention deficit ways, George was also a sixteen-year-old boy, practically a man, and hormones didn’t pass him by.
He grinned at Scarlett mischievously. “I’ll be needy if that’s what you’re into.” Oh thank Merlin Fred wasn’t with him. His brother would probably take the piss out of him for his overly-forward flirting. His brown eyes passed over her exposed shoulders for a moment before making his way back to her face. “A Firewhiskey would be fantastic,” he answered as he popped the required amount on the table. No, he wasn’t of age yet, but it didn’t stop him from trying to make a pass at getting the prohibited substance. What sort of suitor would he be if he ordered Butterbeer? It was pretty much like announcing that he was too young for her. He knew he was too young for her, but the other men around him with hungry eyes didn’t need to know, too.
He waited more patiently than when he had initially come in. “Is it always this busy, or just when you're working?” it was a cheesy line, and it had meant it as such. Nothing was more amusing to him than cheesiness when it came to girls. More often than not it made them blush. They knew it was just as corny as he did, but it was thought behind it that counted. If George ever actually gave a pick up line in a serious manner, he doubted that he would truly be George Weasley anymore.
Post by Scarlett Rose on Jun 22, 2015 19:07:23 GMT -5
i'm ready to go (get me out of my mind)
Scarlett pursed her lips slightly, examining the boy in front of her. George was his name, a Weasley boy. She was familiar enough with the Weasleys, being a frequent tormentor of the sniveling Percy, two years her junior, and having had an enormous crush on Charlie, who had been in the year above her. Charlie had a rugged handsomeness to him, and she could see George shared a lot of the same features. He was nice to look at, but, if she remembered, he was two years under Percy, which made him four years her junior. She supposed it wasn't too bad... and Scarlett wasn't beneath carrying on with people younger than she was. Inexperience wasn't necessarily a bad thing, and the idea that she could be the person to make a young man great in bed was an enormous boost to her ego.
"I'll be needy if that's what you're into."
Scarlett found herself flush with excitement. It wasn't often that she got someone that could go toe-to-toe with her in the way of flirtatious banter. The brunette remembered in that moment why she liked the redhead before her, grinning over the counter at her. He was tall and lanky, with a mischievous spark in his eyes that she admired. As he grinned at her, Scarlett couldn't help but returning the gesture. "Needy is just another word for submissive, right?" Scarlett shot back, giving him a little wink. If she was going to flirt back, she wasn't going to hold anything in. The woman was known for her lack of a filter, especially when it came to the explicit.
"A Firewhiskey would be fantastic."
Scarlett reached up, tightening her ponytail. "One Firewhiskey, coming up," she replied. The brunette was popular with the sixth years because she didn't shy away from serving them alcohol. As far as she was concerned, they were going to obtain it via other means, and it was best to have it given to them by someone acting the part of a responsible adult and someone who could monitor their intake, rather than have them acquire it under the cover of night and consume it hastily in order to hide it. Scarlett reached under the counter, pulling out a bottle and setting it on the bar, grabbing up the bottle opener to pop the cap off.
"Is it always this busy, or just when you're working?"
Scarlett chuckled to herself. "Well," she said, grabbing the bottle by the base. "It helps that the hottest bartender here is also remarkably good at her job," she replied, smirking across the bar at George. She snapped the cap off of the bottle before lifting it up. She handed it off to George, leaning over the counter a bit. "There you go, love," she replied. Before George could fully settle into his stool, she reached forward, grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him close. "Don't tell your parents, handsome. Wouldn't want to get in any sort of trouble, now would we?" Scarlett teased, voice low. She lingered for a moment before releasing him and backing up, acting like nothing had happened.
"What brings you here alone, other than seeing myself, of course," Scarlett replied, giving the boy a knowing smile.
George wasn’t sure, but he swore he saw a look of excitement pass over Scarlett’s eyes... or perhaps he was just being his as-usual optimistic self. Either way, he didn’t mind. However, the window of opportunity that he thought was there increased his already jolly mood. George could have been beside himself with her words, but instead he kept a calm composure and laughed instead. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he was into. He completely ruined every relationship he was in within a few days or weeks so he had yet to have the chance to have a shag, never mind be so practiced in the art of seduction that he fully understood any kinks and such.
“For you? Anything.” Maybe he was exaggerating, or maybe he’d actually be into it. As a virgin, it would be hard to say. It wasn’t like he was going to ruin the mood and actually admit it, however. Even in the moment he doubted he would. He figured he’d be fantastic at it, so there would be no need for the truth to ever come out.
When Scarlett reached up, it only accentuated her admirable frame. George ogled for a moment before looking at the others at the bar and realized she had probably known the effect of raising her arms. He had to admit, she really knew how to keep them buying. George took his Firewhiskey, somewhat surprised that she hadn’t asked for ID. He took a big gulp as he would with a Butterbeer and then began to cough uncontrollably, eyes watering.
“I’m – ” he coughed, “Not going to argue with you there.” He tried to keep cool and not keep coughing, but Merlin was Firewhiskey ever strong. He hadn’t known he was supposed to sip it and not drink it like a regular beverage. The fact that he was a novice alcohol drinker was immediately evident, but he didn’t want to draw even more attention to himself. “When are you going to take over this place, then? No way can you work beneath someone forever.” He caught the innuendo the moment he finished talking which only made his grin that much bigger. George held up his tumbler in a wise pose. He gazed into it like a crystal ball. “Who says I need a bigger reason than visiting my favourite bartender? I’m sure if they’d let you into Hogwarts you’d come into the Gryffindor common room just to visit me.” He eyed her, not even sure what House she had been in in Hogwarts, or even if she had gone to Hogwarts. She was older than him by enough that he wouldn’t have remembered her even if she had been there when he was in his younger years.
George didn’t want to share Scarlett’s attention with anyone else in the bar even though he knew she was working. He also knew her friendly demeanour was to get customers to buy. He wondered what she was like outside The Three Broomsticks.
Post by Scarlett Rose on Jun 23, 2015 13:30:47 GMT -5
i'm ready to go (get me out of my mind)
"For you? Anything."
Now that's what I like to hear, she thought to herself, a wicked smile pulling up on her lips. She surveyed George quietly, watching his mischievous smile. He seemed calm and confident, much older than he actually was. That was admirable. The boy may not have been an avid flirter, but he certainly pretended to know what he was doing, which was more than enough for Scarlett. On top of his ability to keep up with her snark, he was also kind and just generally pleasant to be around. Though the brunette put on a hard demeanor, keeping people at an arm's length with her quick wit and sharp tongue, she appreciated genuine kindness and sincerity. George possessed both, and it was a rather attractive set of traits. However, Scarlett would never be the type to admit to such a thing. To show her romantic side was akin to a dog rolling onto its back and exposing its belly: it was a sign of vulnerability.
Scarlett watched as the boy took a rather large swig of his alcohol. His eyes began to water profusely and he sputtered, barely keeping the fiery liquid in his mouth. Scarlett tried her best not to look to amused. She moved partially down the bar, keeping the majority of her attention on this new patron. However, George remained on her radar, and she never strayed too far, periodically looking his way as if checking to make sure he hadn't up and left on her. The brunette was having far too much fun bantering with the boy. It was a pasttime she had grown rather fond of...
"I'm not going to argue with you there."
"Good to know that you're not the argumentative type," Scarlett replied teasingly. She poured the customer his wine, a rich red liquid that was one of their cheapest sells, before strolling back down the bar to where George sat. He took her in, getting used to his beverage, before he began to speak again.
"When are you going to take over this place, then? No way can you work beneath someone forever."
The boy grinned at his own innuendo, causing Scarlett's eyebrows to raise. He was just as forward as she was. This was getting more and more enthralling by the minute. "I'm quite content underneath, thank you very much," she shot back, giving him a wink. "But, just you wait. I'll be on top eventually. I practically run this place as is," she added, falling back into a less flirty position. She grabbed up the rag she had set down to serve customers and began to wipe down the counters again, intentionally lingering by George. The boy lifted up his bottle, glancing into it as if in deep observation.
"Who says I need a bigger reason than visiting my favourite bartender? I'm sure if they'd let you into Hogwarts you'd come into the Gryffindor common room just to visiy me."
Scarlett's split in two as she beamed at him, a wolfish grin breaking across her face. "Let me? Please, I know all the secret tunnels. This former snake knows how to slither into places she's not supposed to be," she replied. "And who else would I visit the common room for? We'd have to be careful - wouldn't wanna make your mates jealous." Scarlett leaned against the counter, smile falling into a pout. "But I bet you have loads of girls over for a quick snog. You would never invite your favorite over," she teased, only partially feigning disappointment. Scarlett wondered what George was like outside of the pub. Was he equally as captivating in the real world? Scarlett realized that she really hoped to find out.
George was surprised when Scarlett had moved away from him during his sputtering and was grateful for it. He hadn’t been embarrassed as George refused to ever be such, but it certainly wasn’t his shining moment. Embarrassment was a weakness. It allowed others to taunt you or tease you and for you to lose your demeanour. Without embarrassment, others had no weapons. He couldn’t remember a time he had been bullied or anyone had even attempted to do so.
Even when she had moved away from him, George had a hard time keeping his eyes off her. He did take a moment to check his surroundings and look upon others within the bar. It was slowly starting to fill up with students, and the evidence was in the amount of Butterbeers that the waiters and waitresses were walking around with. There was nothing wrong with Butterbeer, but to him it looked so juvenile, particularly when he had a Firewhiskey in hand. He took a more measured sip and didn’t find it so bad. It still had a fiery sting on the way down, but it also filled him with a comfortable warmth. George wasn’t an avid alcohol drinker by any means. Besides a glass of wine or two that his mum had permitted in the past, not much had truly passed his lips. Unlike many students he knew his own age who would give an arm and leg to get illicit alcohol (which he occasionally aided them in – for a price), he seemed to manage just fine sober. When one already had a fair amount of courage, one didn’t need it in liquid form.
“I can be argumentative when I need to be,” George stated, although it wasn’t really true. He tended to avoid real conflict. Pranking and teasing were completely different in his mind. However, whenever he was in a situation where there was a real injustice, he was known to rise to the occasion. He wasn’t a coward, after all.
“I’m sure you would excel on top though. I’m not sure if you’ll thrive being underneath forever,” George responded, simply. If she was going to go with it, he was going to continue the insinuation. Another sip of his beverage. “It’s obvious. You give off quite the... dominating personality type.” He was both using a joking tone but also being truthful. She was one of those women who demanded attention, not just by her looks but also with some sort of aura that drew everyone in the room. “You must be like me. I wouldn’t want to have a boss forever, being a slave to the system,” he let out a chuckle. “Besides, I think I’d be fired in half an instant if I ever had a job where I had to follow rules.” George was grateful that he and his brother were doing so well with their pranks and inventions. If not for that, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. He didn’t have the attention span to sit in a classroom, never mind behave and do things the way someone else wanted it to be done forever.
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t mean to tell me you’re a Slytherin alumni?” he was actually quite surprised. He would have bet ten Galleons that she had been a Gryffindor. “Shame. And to think that I actually wanted to snog the likes of you.” He grinned again as he finished his drink and then slid it across the bar for another refill. The fact that she had been a Slytherin didn’t turn him off as much as he expected it to – then again, perhaps the alcohol was going to his head somewhat. “Maybe if you get me drunk I’ll let you into the exclusive George Weasley Shag Club. Just don’t take too much advantage of me. I'm a little delicate.” he joked.
Post by Scarlett Rose on Jun 23, 2015 18:12:02 GMT -5
i'm ready to go (get me out of my mind)
Scarlett had no idea what she was doing. Sure, she was a rather promiscuous individual, wanton with her desires and physicality. The woman knew that she was attractive, worked hard to maintain her physical appearance. Being pretty meant bigger tips, and, given that bartending was her livelihood, bigger tips meant successfully paying her bills. Still, something was driving her to be flattered at the way George was looking at her. Perhaps it was because it was different than most of the patrons. They tended to look at her like a dog looked at a bone, eyes bugged out and tongue lolling out of their mouths. George examined her like an equal, a human being. She felt pretty under his eyes, and that was unusual.
The hard exterior built itself back up around the brunette. She couldn't get attached. That wasn't like her. She was a lone wolf, a solo flier. Scarlett didn't get attached, didn't stay for long. If she slept with someone, she was the one who was leaving a note on the pillow explaining her disappearance - or, worse, leaving no note at all. Being content around someone made her insides twist in discomfort. She drove the romantic thoughts away, back into their own secluded corner of her mind. She knew better than that. George was not someone to get attached to. He was young, and this was harmless flirting... at least, that's what Scarlett was going to keep telling herself.
"I can be argumentative when I need to be."
Scarlett cocked her head to the side, pursing her lips and raising an eyebrow. "Mhmm, sure," she replied. George took another, smaller sip of his Firewhiskey, seeming to get used to the substance, before continuing.
"I'm sure you would excel on top though. I’m not sure if you’ll thrive being underneath forever. It’s obvious. You give off quite the... dominating personality type.”
Scarlett smirked, raising her arms up slightly in a gesture of mock-surrender. "You caught me," she replied. Scarlett extended her arms, wrists up. "Cuff me, take me away." The brunette laughed at the innuendo, falling out of her pose rather quickly. George took yet another sip of his drink, looking her over briefly.
"“You must be like me. I wouldn’t want to have a boss forever, being a slave to the system. Besides, I think I’d be fired in half an instant if I ever had a job where I had to follow rules.”
Scarlett shrugged. "I don't mind the boss part. And I obviously don't follow all of the rules," she replied, gesturing to his drink. As George looked out over the pub, she took him in. He really was attractive... Scarlett had a thing for redheads. George was different from Charlie. While his older brother had that rugged attractiveness that had lured Scarlett in, he was a bit more classically handsome. That, and his snark outmatched his brother's by light years. George turned to look at her again and Scarlett's eyes snapped back up to his face as if she hadn't just been analyzing him. A mock look of horror crossed George's face at mention of her House.
"You don't mean to tell me you're a Slytherin alumni? Shame. And to think I actually wanted to snog the likes of you."
Scarlett stuck her tongue out at George. "I can rumble with you lions any day," she replied. A sense of pride swelled in her chest as his admission to wanting to kiss her. Scarlett didn't know why he was so different. George finished his drink, sliding the glass back across the counter to her to refill. "I could have been in Gryffindor if I knew to ask the Hat. I got put in Slytherin because it's for stuffy Purebloods. Whoever said blood status meant anything was a damn fool," she explained. Scarlett began to fill up George's glass as he spoke again, leaning against the bar slightly.
"Maybe if you get me drunk I'll let you into the exclusive George Weasley Shag Club. Just don't take too much advantage of me. I'm a little delicate."
Scarlett's eyes sparkled devilishly as she slid George's drink back across the counter towards him. "Don't tempt me, sweetheart," she warned, voice low. She cleared her throat, standing up a little straighter. "You're something else, you know that?" Scarlett commented, narrowing her eyes to scrutinize the boy in front of her. "I'm rather enjoying having you here," she admitted, voice soft - a brief moment of vulnerability. Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest, falling into one hip. "Don't let that go to your head, Lion."
In a way, George liked it when Scarlett walked away from him. He liked to see her face as she socialized with others, the way her face lit up when she smiled. It didn’t even have to be at him. Her eyes got all crinkly and she threw her head back just enough to be impossible to look away from. George liked to watch people when they didn’t think he was. It was interesting to see them from an outsider’s point of view. It also showed him their flaws, such as when someone grimaced the moment the person they were talking with looked away. Scarlett didn’t show any such flaws at that point in time, even when everyone in the bar was hitting on her. She must like the attention, as she did this day in and day out. George was sure he was just another one who was forking over his money for a moment of her time.
He didn’t think that she believed him when he said he could be argumentative, and ironically, he didn’t argue. He supposed that it only proved her silent point. George laughed and then reached into his pocket and actually pulled out a pair of handcuffs. It was a staple item that he kept on him at all times, usually for demonstrations. “Be careful what you wish for,” he told her as he spun them around on his finger, nearly hitting the bloke next to him in the head. This man, too, left.
“What are you talking about? I’m a man full grown,” George responded sarcastically. He didn’t want to push her too far, though, in case she had enough of his insolence and actually cut him off or asked for ID. “Well, then, perhaps we’re not that similar. I’d drive a boss crazy.” He said it loftily as if he just took that fact for granted. He could barely keep the teachers within their patience zone, never mind someone who had to pay him. “But I guess it’s obvious that we’re different because if I was a bartender here, the line-up of broads would extend all the way to Hogwarts and what do you have? Psh, just a couple dozen men.”
George grinned widely at her and put his glass to his lips. “I do what I can.” He laughed. “How could I not let it get to my head? Or do you say this to all your customers for an extra tip? Because I gotta tell you ... it works.”
Her soft voice enticed George more than he was willing to admit. And to think that he had come there just for a quick flirt. Now he was on his second drink and was beginning to feel the warm after-effects, some of which had nothing to do with the booze.
Post by Scarlett Rose on Jun 25, 2015 18:09:42 GMT -5
i'm ready to go (get me out of my mind)
This was turning out much different than expected. Scarlett didn't initially know what she had wanted from the Weasley boy, but a good flirt was certainly something she enjoyed. However, things were growing fuzzier. What exactly was this? What did she want? Scarlett was normally a woman who knew the answers and prided herself upon it. However, where George was concerned, she had no idea. Who were they to one another, other than man and woman engaged in tactics of seduction? Scarlett found that the answer to what should have been a simple question just out of her grasp. That was irksome. She wanted that answer sitting safely in the palm of her hand, and she would work hard to figure it out.
"Be careful what you wish for."
Scarlett's eyes nearly bugged entirely out of her head the moment that George whipped out a pair of handcuffs. His eyes sparkled and his lips upturned in a playful smile. He twirled them around his finger, causing Scarlett's eyebrows to raise in amusement. The man beside George wasn't finding the display all that humorous, however, as the handcuffs nearly smacked him in the face. The customer left in a huff, leaving George's end of the bar empty. The brunette breathed an internal sigh of relief. One less person to take her attention away from the fascinating enigma that was George Weasley. "You're something else," she replied, shaking her head slightly while laughing.
"What are you talking about? I'm a man full grown."
Scarlett snorted. "Nearly," she cut in, sarcastic. In truth, George was a man in everything but age.
"Well, then, perhaps we're not that similar. I'd drive a boss crazy. But, I guess it's obvious that we're different because, if I was a bartender here, the line-up of broads would extend all the way to Hogwarts, and what do you have? Psh, just a couple dozen men."
"Your 'broads,'" Scarlett stated, putting air-quotes around the word. "Would extend all the way to Hogwarts because that's where they'd be coming from. Mere girls, not women." Scarlett smiled, teasing. "Though, for all of these men, I'm only watching one, if you're paying any attention at all," she added, leveling her gaze on him. George lifted his glass to his lips, smiling to himself.
"I do what I can. How could I not let it get to my head? Or do you say this to all your customers for an extra tip? Because I gotta tell you... it works."
Scarlett shrugged. "I only say it to the ones who truly pique my interest," she replied. Scarlett surveyed George for a moment, biting her lip gently in thought. "You're not in a hurry to cease breaking curfew to get back to the school, are you? I get off in an hour or so..." Scarlett replied, trailing of thoughtfully while giving George a pointed look. The brunette was not the type of woman to spend time with men outside of flirting or sleeping with them... and she surprised herself at the unusual twist on her forward nature.
George didn’t mind being all alone where he was. It now felt like he was actually spending time with Scarlett, not just desperately trying to grab her attention like all of the other schmucks. He never thought his handcuffs would come up in conversation so simply, and he couldn’t have been happier to have them on him this time around. He nearly choked on his drink again, this time because he was surprised by her words. What Scarlett was implying was more than he could have thought about – she was full out admitting he was the only one who had her attention.
“Ah, maybe you’re right. Maybe that’s why none of them stick by me for more than a month or two,” George said with a shrug. He was completely full of it considering he knew very well that his immaturity and his attention on his growing business and Quidditch put them off. He always put it down to the fact that if they were meant for him, they would understand, yet none of them did. He considered Scarlett for a minute. She would probably find his little quirks irritating after a while as well. Then again, that would be if their flirtation ever led anywhere outside of his bar. His pulse quickened at the idea. Perhaps he ought to figure out a way to actually lure her in before he put ideas in his own head about putting her off. He had thought that maybe her next words had just been in his head, but he had definitively saw her lips move to the words that he had her. “Er, I mean yeah, I can hang around. Curfews are meant for people without an imagination,” he said with a wink. “Besides, I had all the ways back into the school memorized before first year was over. In fact –” he paused when he realized he was rambling. “Yeah, I’ll be around.”
He couldn’t believe she was asking him to wait for her after work. George wasn’t sure how his luck was so much on his side, but he was more than willing to take it.
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