Exploding Snap Extraordinaires || George 

georgie—weasley:

ang-johnson:

Angelina Johnson was not one to boast with such sigh pomposity, but there were two things she prided herself on: Her Quidditch skills and her ability to kick ass in a riveting game of Exploding Snap. How could she not be? As a proud Gryffindor, her blood was made up of 50% talent, 15% determination, 20% confidence, 5% of luck and—well, maybe there was a lace of cockiness somewhere, hidden in there, as well.

With anyone else, Angie could have been the easy going yet competitive player during Exploding Snap with no points to prove or no secret ambitions behind playing the simple, exciting game. Yet, with George Weasley, a hidden determination was unleashed and her need to win was higher than ever. It wasn’t that she liked to show off, really; It was because George was actually an equal competitor to her on more things than just Exploding Snap. There was academics, Quidditch, and you can’t forget the witty banter, as well. 

Growing up with few male cousins brought an advantage on the playing field, both on and off the Pitch. Even with games, Angie had a rush of will and confidence in herself that she could win, she would win, and that win would go down in the books, she was sure. 

Pulling her legs onto the table in front of her with a neat stack of cards to the side, Angelina found entertainment by tapping a beat onto her kneecaps as she gazed around the booming common room. It was nearly 7 and everyone had returned from dinner feeling full and content and ready to make a splash in life. “Funny how food had that affect on most, ” Angelina mumbled as she took a small bite of a cauldron cake she managed to nick from the kitchens.

Everyone who’s anyone knew George Weasley was brilliant at Exploding Snap. If he really thought about it, there weren’t many games that he had lost in his life. He was determined to be great at everything, always had been. Being Fred’s twin, everything the two of them did together seemed to turn into a competition one way or another, so it was no surprise that he was as competitive as he was.

However when Angelina Johnson had told him that she could easily beat him at Exploding Snap, George felt a stronger desire to win than he’d ever felt before. He didn’t know what it was – it could’ve been how confident she was about beating him, or perhaps that she was just as competitive as he was. It could even be that he had the constant urge to impress her, although he would never admit it to anyone.

George was almost certain that he would win this game. He was rather cocky, he had been told many times, and he didn’t doubt it. He always thought very highly of himself, that he could beat anyone he wanted. He wasn’t about to let Angelina beat him at a simple game of Exploding Snap.

Deciding now was his time to prove his skill, George quickly looked around the common room and spotted Angelina across the room, drumming some sort of ridiculous beat on her knees and nibbling on something. He grinned smugly and headed over to her, seating himself opposite her and pointing at the pile of cards. “How about we get this game started, eh?” 

She heard George begin making his way towards the small table in the corner of the common room just by judging a few things. She could hear his unforgettable, rowdy laugh from the other side of the room, the way he carried himself and his heavy footsteps made their own impressions just by themselves as soon he was plopped right in front of her with that God awful smug grin plastered on his face. 

Angelina watched him carefully, gnawing lightly at her bottom lip in deep thought. She could easily kick his arse, that was for sure, but a simple game of Exploding Snap seemed less interesting the more she contemplated it. The lion in her heart was hungry for something riveting, unexpected, spontaneous. Funnily enough, those three words could have easily been used to describe a game of Exploding Snap, but Angelina wished for something more…well, risky, per say.

“Hmm…no.” She replied simply, kicking her legs off from the table and standing up right, her hands rested on her hips as she gazed around the common room. Angelina scanned each and every possibility of some sort of adventure, journey, any sort of thing to keep her entertained for the night. Her eyes drifted towards the window and immediately a burst of brilliance splashed through her mind as she turned around quickly and said, “Come along then, George.”

Angelina held herself high as they walked through the familiar corridors of Hogwarts, finally making it to the large front door, leading out to all that is Hell and Heaven and everything inbetween: The outdoors. Turning around occasionally to make sure he was still following, Angelina opened the door, it creaking slightly, and inhaled all the fresh air she could manage at once, hoping George had some sort of idea of what she was doing, because unsurprisingly, Angelina never had much of a plan to begin with. 

chasingkates:

angelina + katie

anj-johnson:

Her eyes still drooping at every slight moment of the sudden proposition that hey, it could be just a simple, ten minute nap… that came into mind, Angelina groaned as she heard what sounded to be a collision of three or more people. Excellent way to wake up the girl whose mind had a sleep pattern of its own.

She refused to return to consciousness, oh certainly so. It had to be at least 3, the awkward time between the day’s end and the night’s beginning where your conscious is insisting you return to productivity yet your body just chooses to refuse in every way possible. Yes, a nap sounded absolutely lovely at the moment. 

“Nice bathrobe, Angie,” The voice had been unbelievably close: How had she not heard the footsteps approaching? Just as she opened her mouth to question the oncoming stranger, Angelina saw a spill of blonde curls fall over the edge of the couch and a pleasant welcome from none other than Katie Bell’s open toed sandals. 

Laughing at Katie’s natural comfort on hurling herself on top of herself, Angie sat up a bit and lightly pushed her best friend’s feet from her face teasingly. “Oh shove it, Kate. I’ve officially declared this day as my lazy day and no one can tell me otherwise, which means yes, the robe is necessary and completely in style for the day.” Angelina proclaimed with a grin. 

Angelina yawned, stretching her arms out with her eyes fluttering shut before she gazed back at Katie with sleepy eyes. “Merlin, do you look ex—” The word. Never, never, ever, say any sort of word pertaining to sleep deprivation, exhaustion, etc, etc. “—citing! Exciting. You look exciting, Kate.”

Katie idly played with her friend’s dark hair, rather unknowingly. It could almost be considered a maternal instinct of some sorts, but it really wasn’t to Katie. She just enjoyed the soft feel of her friend’s hair. “Angie, your hair,” she lust over it for a few seconds, “I just want to cut it off and stuff it into a pillow case,” as serial killer as that sounded, it was an innocent remark coming from the ditzy blonde who offered Angelina a genuine smile after the fact.

“If you planned to sleep all day, why didn’t ya just stay in bed?” Her eyebrows rose in confusion as she surveyed her quickly. “I would have given anything to sleep all day you lazy arse,” she took her finger and poked her in the chest. Regardless of her very visible exhaustion, she continued to grin a bit lopsidedly.

“Exciting?” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she brushed her knotted hair out of her face. “For your information, I was having the most splendid of mornings. I spent it with ummy-crummy Umbridge. It was like love at first sight. You know how I feel about detention first thing, really puts me in the mood. Hopeless romantic,” she licked her rather parched lips.

“But sleeping in the common room is not safe!” She returned her to previous bantering, “any creeper or stalker of the sort could just hide in a corner and watch you or take photographs or… or even touch you while you sleep! Do you know how dangerous this could be?” She sat up, stretching her arms above her head. “Angelina, you’re so cute when you sleep. Angelina, how I wish I could sleep next to you. But Angelina, there is a way that I an sleep next to you.”

Katie continued to ramble for a few minutes. She was beyond the point of sleep deprivation, but she imagined if she tried to sleep, it would fail. She was past the point of no return. She turned to her best friend once again and poked her in the chest. “Anyways! Enough silliness. Sit up, sit up. Keep me entertained. What shall we talk about?”

“Listen to you, my little psychotic blondie,” Angelina said, touching her heart and a look of fake pride spread across her face. “I’ve taught you well, dear one. I suppose since I really don’t need it much in the first place and clearly you’ll need my luscious locks for better head support at night, why not?” A smirk danced across Angelina’s lips as she looked at her best friend.

Tying the bathrobe belt snugly around her waist, Angelina raised an eyebrow lazily and held a pillow close to her chest after Katie had poked. “Oi, now! What did we say about poking the breast area, Katie?” Holding the pillow to her face, Angelina charmed it to have Katie’s face etched on it as she spoke. in a dreary, dull voice. “Pokes to the breasts are only acceptable when Ange has a proper plan of revenge afterwards.” 

As Katie brought up Umbridge, Angelina instantly threw the pillow down and stared at her with bewildered eyes. “You’re joking. How was it? She didn’t try anything, I hope?” If there was anything one could hate more than a bad loss, it was Umbridge. Like a toadish hellhound, she prowled the corridors, and had a particular eye on a majority of Gryffindor house.

Angelina rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh as Katie depicted a very unbelievable but equally terrifying situation. “Oh, hush, you know I’ll just simply wake up, sign them an autograph and be on my way. They won’t get anywhere near me, that’s all. Just my silly little fanclub, so obsessed with me, they are. Besides, if anyone sounds like that, it’s you, my dear.” Angie teased with a grin.

Katie poked Angie once more and just as Angie was about to grab the pillow with her friend’s face engraved on, she sighed and threw it over the couch. “Talk, talk, talk. Let’s see. Well,” Angelina’s eyes lit up and a familiar, devilish smile grew upon her face as she cocked an eyebrow at Kate. “So, Kates. I’ve noticed you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with one Fred Weasley. Should I know what’s happening, or should I definitely know what’s happening?” With a quick waggle of her eyebrows, Angelina laughed and hopped up on her feet. “Oh come on now, I know you two are mates, but think about it, Kates…are you suuure there isn’t anything more?” 

Exploding Snap Extraordinaires || George 

Angelina Johnson was not one to boast with such sigh pomposity, but there were two things she prided herself on: Her Quidditch skills and her ability to kick ass in a riveting game of Exploding Snap. How could she not be? As a proud Gryffindor, her blood was made up of 50% talent, 15% determination, 20% confidence, 5% of luck and—well, maybe there was a lace of cockiness somewhere, hidden in there, as well.

With anyone else, Angie could have been the easy going yet competitive player during Exploding Snap with no points to prove or no secret ambitions behind playing the simple, exciting game. Yet, with George Weasley, a hidden determination was unleashed and her need to win was higher than ever. It wasn’t that she liked to show off, really; It was because George was actually an equal competitor to her on more things than just Exploding Snap. There was academics, Quidditch, and you can’t forget the witty banter, as well. 

Growing up with few male cousins brought an advantage on the playing field, both on and off the Pitch. Even with games, Angie had a rush of will and confidence in herself that she could win, she would win, and that win would go down in the books, she was sure. 

Pulling her legs onto the table in front of her with a neat stack of cards to the side, Angelina found entertainment by tapping a beat onto her kneecaps as she gazed around the booming common room. It was nearly 7 and everyone had returned from dinner feeling full and content and ready to make a splash in life. “Funny how food had that affect on most, ” Angelina mumbled as she took a small bite of a cauldron cake she managed to nick from the kitchens.

chasingkates:

Katie stomped up the stairs. Her blonde locks were matted, windblown in every which direction. Dark, almost purple, bags appeared on her pallid skin beneath her eyes. If one could guess, it would be easy to assume she hadn’t acquired much sleep last night.

If anyone knew Katie Bell, they would know to avoid her at all costs when she was in dire need of sleep.

Her rather lifeless body stumbled into the Gryffindor Common Room. Just as the girl was entering, three first years were attempting to exit and as if on cue, all three slammed right into her. She sneered at the sight, dismissing them from her view as soon as the incident had occurred. It was almost pathetic considering they were all just as tall as she was as a sixth year.

Katie had intentions of wandering back up to her dormitory and falling asleep for days, though plans changed rather quickly. Her blue eyes, full of exhaustion and misery, took note of Angelina lounging nearby on the couch. She couldn’t help but snicker rather innocently at the scene sprawled out right in front of her.

Despite her face, drained of all color from her morning chores, seemed to light up upon catching a glance of the familiar face. “Nice bathrobe, Angie,” she chimed in as she rolled over the back of the couch and draped herself atop of friend. “It’s rather…. oh, what is the word I am looking for?” She pursed her lips diligently as she feigned contemplation, “fashionable,” she giggled with a playful wink.

Her eyes still drooping at every slight moment of the sudden proposition that hey, it could be just a simple, ten minute nap… that came into mind, Angelina groaned as she heard what sounded to be a collision of three or more people. Excellent way to wake up the girl whose mind had a sleep pattern of its own.

She refused to return to consciousness, oh certainly so. It had to be at least 3, the awkward time between the day’s end and the night’s beginning where your conscious is insisting you return to productivity yet your body just chooses to refuse in every way possible. Yes, a nap sounded absolutely lovely at the moment. 

“Nice bathrobe, Angie,” The voice had been unbelievably close: How had she not heard the footsteps approaching? Just as she opened her mouth to question the oncoming stranger, Angelina saw a spill of blonde curls fall over the edge of the couch and a pleasant welcome from none other than Katie Bell’s open toed sandals. 

Laughing at Katie’s natural comfort on hurling herself on top of herself, Angie sat up a bit and lightly pushed her best friend’s feet from her face teasingly. “Oh shove it, Kate. I’ve officially declared this day as my lazy day and no one can tell me otherwise, which means yes, the robe is necessary and completely in style for the day.” Angelina proclaimed with a grin. 

Angelina yawned, stretching her arms out with her eyes fluttering shut before she gazed back at Katie with sleepy eyes. “Merlin, do you look ex—” The word. Never, never, ever, say any sort of word pertaining to sleep deprivation, exhaustion, etc, etc. “—citing! Exciting. You look exciting, Kate.” 

-rolls eyes and ignores his comment- So then, Weasley. Shall we play?

Did I say pretty face? I meant pretty..pretty boisterous personality. There it is.

Oh, listen to you, all cocky and sure of yourself. Such a shame to see such a pretty head deflate during only one simple game. 

You’re a real enough man who can cry during a harsh game of Exploding Snap, eh?