#fgdrabble

Send “Oh, that’s awkward.” for my character’s response to yours walking in on my character while they are in bed with someone else.

George felt like true scum because not only was he having sex with some girl he didn’t really care about. He also wasn’t very interested in the sex. The girl was okay looking. She had laughed at all his jokes and had obviously wanted this. How else would he have gotten so far?

Either way, she wasn’t that great in the sack. It was obvious in every move she made. The only thing that got George through this was imagining other girls. Yes, he was true scum. He went through a collection of girls before finally finding one that worked for him.

Send “Oh, that’s awkward.” for my character’s response to yours walking in on my character while they are in bed with someone else.

The common room was supposed to be deserted. George had broken an arm in the last Gryffindor Quidditch game and was deemed too injured to play. It was the only reason why he was sitting out.  He thought he might as well have some fun though while everyone was gone. A broken arm didn’t make him incapacitated! He and a other Gryffindor girl with sandy blonde haired had decided to fool around on the common room couches while they were gone.

Send “Oh, that’s awkward.” for my character’s response to yours walking in on my character while they are in bed with someone else.

Send “Oh, that’s awkward.” for my character’s response to yours walking in on my character while they are in bed with someone else.

Gryffindor had just won another game and George happened to be celebrating with a tall brunette… In a dark classroom… Together… With little clothes on… While very intoxicated. He was just about to lift her skirt up when they suddenly weren’t alone in the dark room anymore. A light came streaming in from the corridors to show Kat’s outline.

Send “Oh, that’s awkward.” for my character’s response to yours walking in on my character while they are in bed with someone else.

9. My muse can’t figure out what to get yours for Christmas, so decides makes a Christmas hamper of little things; everything is sentimental and has a reason and your muse walks in on it before it’s completed.

Fred didn’t have a single clue about this girl. She seemed to be a year younger, which probably explained why he had never noticed her before. He had pulled her name out of the Secret Santa hat though. George had laughed at him since George had picked out Ron. It was so easy in comparison. Girls were complicated… And girls were likely to cry if given something awful.

He had tried for a bit too. He had gone to Ginny and Hermione, wondering what to get the girl but they either suggested things to expensive or silly.

Finally he decided he didn’t care. He was just going to buy a bunch of thing that meant something to him like his favorite candy and books. Of course a few of his products were mixed in as well because they were sentimental to him and he loved seeing his pranks go off to an unsuspecting victim.

He didn’t get the chance to wrap the hamper because she had walked in on him so he gladly just handed it over.

4. Our muses are locked out and have to keep busy in the cold until someone else arrives to let them in.

Fred and George didn’t recognize the girl at all. She couldn’t have been in Gryffindor, they decided as they walked through the snow and back into Hogwarts. Well they had tried to. When they reached the doors that let them into the school, they found it assertively shut. The twins had frowned in response and looked to the sky. It seemed Fred and George had been flying for longer than they realized. They were now past student hours and were locked outside with this random girl.

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Quietly they stood there, unsure of what to do. Fred had been first to pull out his wand. “Alohamora.” Fail.

1. Your mun is not enjoying Winter and is dragged along to a Christmas festival by my muse in hopes to cheer yours up.

She had never seen winter in her life. It was an unknown season to her. She didn’t have a single clue what was snow. She was scared it was going to hurt her. It was probably the most ridiculous thing George had ever seen and yet it warmed his heart in the chilly air.

He had tried to introduce her to it all. She was usually so fearless but she immediately declared she hated winter as she touched snow for the first time. She said it coldly burned and a dragon queen was never meant to burn.

George was determined though. He wasn’t a Stark or anything whom were more made for winter and snow. No, the hue of his hair marked him as a Tully. He had spent time in Winterfell though to visit his relative, Catelyn. It was there he found a love of the cold and the celebrations that came with winter.

It was the reason why he was now dragging her to the first snowfall celebration. It was supposed to welcome the season so winter didn’t take you in payment. It followed after the animals with lots of food to ward off the cold or to prepare for hibernation. And dancing. George had no idea how it was supposed to fit in to the animals but he didn’t question the good time of fermented mare’s milk and whirling around the floor.