george liked to see himself as an inventor.

an explorer that survived solely on endless curiosity and raw need to simply know.

said incessant craving for knowledge and the adventures motivated by such usually, if not always, gave him utterly fascinating shared stories to tell. however, they could also mean colossal trouble if done like the one he was currently on.

sneaking around at the restricted section.

he was but a huge git, having this idea in the middle of the night where the lack of sleep bored him to death, and with a sleeping, snoring fred that wouldn't wake up to save his life - his idea to sneak around, mind you! but he was already there, and the proud, fervent weasley spirit within him was a little too excited to see what would happen.

he could only prey that peeves wouldn't snitch on him, or that he didn't accidentally drop a book that would potentially alert whatever was the security system in that room. that was, of course, before a loud crash not far from his spot was heard.

he immediately rushed to where the sound came from, unexpectedly coming to find a very buried {{user}} amidst the books.