George Weasley Ear Novels & Stories

B E I N G P R I M E She gave in to them. To him. 2·1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She wouldn't succumb. One thing Eiling Weasley knew was that life loved to throw lemons at her. She'd received her first lemon when her parents died, then when her family rejected her. Now, life was going to throw another. In the form of the most popular group at her school: The Prime Empire.

Stone clarified. I nodded. "Yep but the rest of you would stay intact." I added. There was silence in the room as the boys looked pleadingly at our father. "She's just cutting the outer ear off. You'll still be able to hear." West explained as he came to stand next to me.

Aurora and the others were listening to the conversation because George has the bug in his ear and it was already activated. "Did I do well?", He asked. "Yes", Aurora said. "Woah. You are an actor", Jazz shouted. "Will you just stop shouting? You're gonna blow my ear drum", George said. "Whatever", Jazz said. "Now, the next thing is to go make sure your daughter is okay", Zuerien said. "Okay. I'll check on her first and drug the food."

"It's George or something else apart from sir just drop the formality you're a Woodley now" "Am fine dad, am also...." "Just answer the question, learn to answer the question don't create answers to your own questions. Okay?" "Okay" George took a long pause going through one papers. His gel drained black hair with shades of grey in it was well combed backwards, dressed in a V-neck T-shirt, a pair of eye glasses hanging loose on his nose bridge. Elsie was looking around at the pictures of an entire generation of Woodley’s hanging on the wall, the last one was Lewis. She was also playing with her fingers and holding her breathe at the same time. Her lungs were starting to ache.

And George had been sent by a witch with a vision to find her, and he’d brought these people with him. George has light skin and wavy ash-brown hair, just touching the tops of his ears. His dark blue, almost navy eyes are looking out the window, while still keeping her in his peripheral vision. Knowing this made her shiver a little, causing him to squeeze her shoulder gently. He was six-four, with a kind, regal face, with an aquiline nose and full lips.

I walked up to the door and knocked. “Come in.” I heard from inside. I walked in, George was sitting on one of those old people chairs that had a recline and everything. He had a book in his hand that he seemed really into. “Hello Ciara. How are you today?” He asked. “I’m good George, what are you reading?” “Just a book on herbology. I’ve been meaning to get to it.” He explained. “Anything in there that can help Carter?” I asked. He gave me a look that said he was tired of that question. I put up both my hands in surrender. I was done asking about Carter anyway.

"Take them to Arthur." George inclined his head, understanding the weight of my decision. --- As George prepared to leave, he lingered where he stood, something clearly troubling him. I straightened, tilting my head in question. "Is there something you’d like to say?" I asked gently, though unease bloomed in my chest. George hesitated before reaching into his coat once more. This time, he produced a small pill, its familiar appearance striking a chord of recognition. "This," he began, holding it carefully between his finger and thumb, "was discovered in Elder William’s study after his passing."

And before I could even stand— Clapping erupted behind us. We turned. Iris stood in the doorway, hands smacking together enthusiastically. George grinned beside her. Sabine bounced in place. And Colton leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, trying very hard not to smile. “You were eavesdropping,” Venus accused softly. “Uncle Colton made us,” George said immediately. “Snitch.” Colton chuckled, running his hands through his hair. I stood, sliding the ring onto her finger again.

I still check the hallways to make sure they are empty before I press up against it, wanting to hear every detail I can. “This is a fucking disaster. All of it!” Something shatters to the ground, and I know from the sound alone that it is the glass vase that used to be placed on top of the fireplace. I strain my ears to listen with rapt attention, never mind that the door can open any moment and anyone would see me listening in. “We have to think of a way out of this,” A gruff, almost incoherent voice says. It is a distinct voice. I recognize the voice to be George’s.

Gomez twitched his ears and sighed. "Yeah, it worked," Leaf hugged him with a whimper. "As we get closer, the spell will weaken and the wails will become a bit bearable," Elle said as she rubbed her ear. "It would still affect Gomez more," "Maybe I can help," Leaf said as she wiped her tears. She flattened one of her palms and circled her fingers over the flattened one, forming a cotton earphone. She wore it on his head. "Please, don't feel pain, okay? It's hurting me,"