HEMM: George Weasley

Ginny made her way over to George Weasley-it was George, right? She studied his face for a moment-yes, it was George.

"Hello George. Could you tell me where and who you-not your brother, Fred, I will double check this-were with from after dinner until Trelawney's body was found? Oh, and do any of your practical jokes include glass?"

Ginny gave a small smile and chuckled slightly. She took down the notes.

"So, how hard would it be to break unbreakable glass?"

"George Weasley" Fated snorts as he strides over to the second twin. "I'd like to ask you something." He smirks slightly. "Would your prank have anything to do with a Devil's snare plant?" He raises a brow staring right at George.

You never got round to doing the prank?

Why was that? What happened to the prankee?

Did she...ahem...die, maybe?

"So, what did you use to make the unbreakable glass? If you made it, that is." she continued, not stopping despite his not answering.

"GEorge Weasley answer the question on who your intended prankee was or go to jail for murder," Etta said loudly fromt he back of the group before pushing past everyone and standing right in his face, ehr nose touching his. "Also, answer me this, are you worried about your ister and ehr showing symtons of being possed again? Or was that your prank? To try and Possess your sister?"

"George, may I ask, what were the torn instruction papers for? Could I see them? And the leaf remnants-growning some unknown plant in your bed? Where did they come from?" Ginny rattled off the questions, placing her quill behind her ear. She nodded at Etta.

"Really? Did you get rid of all the Snare?" Ginny asked, her eyes widening. She was still getting used to the fact that she had the same name as one of the murder suspsects.

"So you openly admit that Trewlaney was your intended victim, why her? Why would you play a prnak on a member of staff?"

"I'm aware of your thirst for pranks and I find it interesting that your victim was the same person who ended up dead. You didn't like Trelawny now did you?" Fated smirks. "Are you feeling any guilt whatsoever about her death? To think someone got to her before you could. Oh I'm sure you weren't going to kill her but you WERE going to pull a cruel prank weren't you? And perhaps it may have slipped your mind but the consequences of that prank could have given the poor woman a vicious heart attack that in turn would have probably killed her but you didn't think about that now did you, George?" Fated takes a breath, now studying the expression that had appeared on George's face.~