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5 Mischiefs Managed - [video/action]
[The Weasley Twins are currently holed up in the kitchen at the cabin. It's still pitch black outside, but the kitchen is warm and cosy with the glow of magical light. There is also another light source - small explosions keep going off in air, like very flamey miniature fireworks. But rather than going out or dispersing, the flames warp and twist in the air. One of them even starts spelling out the word 'bugger'. Both Twins are laughing as they lean against the counter. After a while George brings a mug to his face and peers into it. The flames suddenly start dying out.]
Bollocks. That kettle better be ready soon, I'm almost out.
[He turns around and glares at the stove. The fire under the front element suddenly starts burning bright, shaking the kettle above it as it does.]
Keep going at it like that, you'll be spending the rest of the day in the loo.
[The explosions stop and he frowns a little.]
Or is it night? Can't bloody well tell what with the Sun doing a bunk. Strange curse, this one.
[ The sun doing a bunk was good enough reason for Ron to sleep most of his time away, but he had to wake up at some point. Walking down the stairs with a yawn, he pauses briefly to cast his older brothers a look in his groggy state.]
What are you lot up to?
Ah, brilliant.
[A wicked grin spreads across Fred's face and he sets his cup down to start after his younger brother with his arms outstretched.]
Be a doll and give us a kiss, won't you?
[ The groggy look soon became that of... terror? There wasn't quite a word for it as Ron steps back haphazardly.]
Like hell I will.
Come on. Help a bloke out, baby bro.
[Still advancing (tiger after its prey?) and then he breaks into a run, laughing as he chases Ron back up the stairs.]
Just one kiss, 's all I need!
Sod off, you twat!
[During this exchange, George is leaned up against the counter nursing a fresh cup of tea and laughing his face off as Fred and Ron dash off screen. He puts his cup down and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Blacker Than Dark Curse! Fred has explosions and George has pyrokenesis. It's a beautiful match. :-D As a side note, Fred's obeisance is not actually kissing people, he's just a troll. He actually has to draw a portrait of everyone he speaks to, so be expecting some MS Paint adventures, Fred Weasley style. George, Fred, and Ron.]
Bollocks. That kettle better be ready soon, I'm almost out.
[He turns around and glares at the stove. The fire under the front element suddenly starts burning bright, shaking the kettle above it as it does.]
Keep going at it like that, you'll be spending the rest of the day in the loo.
[The explosions stop and he frowns a little.]
Or is it night? Can't bloody well tell what with the Sun doing a bunk. Strange curse, this one.
[ The sun doing a bunk was good enough reason for Ron to sleep most of his time away, but he had to wake up at some point. Walking down the stairs with a yawn, he pauses briefly to cast his older brothers a look in his groggy state.]
What are you lot up to?
Ah, brilliant.
[A wicked grin spreads across Fred's face and he sets his cup down to start after his younger brother with his arms outstretched.]
Be a doll and give us a kiss, won't you?
[ The groggy look soon became that of... terror? There wasn't quite a word for it as Ron steps back haphazardly.]
Like hell I will.
Come on. Help a bloke out, baby bro.
[Still advancing (tiger after its prey?) and then he breaks into a run, laughing as he chases Ron back up the stairs.]
Just one kiss, 's all I need!
Sod off, you twat!
[During this exchange, George is leaned up against the counter nursing a fresh cup of tea and laughing his face off as Fred and Ron dash off screen. He puts his cup down and the feed ends.]
[ooc: Blacker Than Dark Curse! Fred has explosions and George has pyrokenesis. It's a beautiful match. :-D As a side note, Fred's obeisance is not actually kissing people, he's just a troll. He actually has to draw a portrait of everyone he speaks to, so be expecting some MS Paint adventures, Fred Weasley style. George, Fred, and Ron.]
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Think of it as Quidditch practice! Oliver always used to say that the twins're just like Bludgers.
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'Til he takes a go at you I suggest you shut it, Harry.
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Dunno if I'm his type, he seems to prefer gingers.
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Angelina's no ginger.
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In that case, he might just prefer you, but I'd rather not think about that if it's just the same to you.
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Bloody hell, Harry. You do realize that's my brother?
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Which is why I wouldn't want to think about that. [more seriously, though:] Come off it, he's probably just winding you up.
[Harry has SUSPICIONS about the kissing tendency being the City. That and serious doubts Fred would kiss Ron anyway, City or no.]
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Right awful way to go about it. Even he's not this awful.
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[you know LOOKING AT THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW]
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If something like that were true, we'd all be in sorry shape.
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It's not all bad, though.
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[A bit jokingly.]
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