#he's... an idiot.

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george sat on a bench in the local park, posture casual as green hues followed the crowds that came and went. his hand rested inside of his jean pocket, fingers wrapped around the wooden wand that rested there. occasionally, he would take the chance to play a prank or two on passersby and when a brunette man with a hat perched atop his head walked by, he didn’t let the opportunity go to waste. shifting the wand from his pocket, he kept it pretty well concealed. murmuring a spell under his breath, the hat suddenly blew from the man’s head with a relatively loud bang. it was all he could do to hold back the laughter at the look on his face.