onlyholey | 5 Mischiefs Managed

[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.]

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That's a Fred and George thing, that is. I only work in the shop lately to help out a bit, s'not really my forte.

I'd say that's a relief.

You're in luck. Fred and George are probably the worst of the lot of us, the way mum goes at them. Bill next, more than like, but that's because of his hair.

His hair?

He keeps it long, drives mum nuts. Charlie works with dragons, though, so that's probably a bit worse. But he's not home nearly enough for her to have a go at.

There's something wrong with long hair?

To her. But she's barmy about loads of thigns.

Well, people often are about their fashion.

More like Mum just wants things prim and proper.

Which, is a fashion all its own when you think about it.

Wouldn't call what Mum makes much of a fashion. [have you seen weasley sweaters, cinna? have you?]

Everything is fashion, even the parts you don't agree with.

I'll take your word for it. I'm not much into it, though everything be from my brothers s'not like I have much chance.

[Ginny's attitude towards his gifts of fashion make much more sense now.]

Perhaps I can change your opinion?

S'not that big a deal, is it? Clothes are clothes. [Except it's said in a tone he doesn't quite believe that. Really, he does wish he had his own clothes that no one else had before him. One day, maybe.]

Hardly. Clothes can be an expression of personality, a sign of protest, or simply entertainment.

I see I'll be adding you to my list along with Ginny, won't I?

Seems a lot of fuss for something the lot will just grow out of. [He grows too much, okay, Cinna.]

--Er, what list?

List of young people to encourage to have fun with their wardrobe.

I've made a few things for your sister, perhaps I'll do the same for you.

[He makes a face at that.] I can't pay for anything.

You can tell people who made your clothes, that's all I'd ask.

That doesn't seem like much.

Perhaps not to you, but all it takes is a handful of people admiring your clothes and coming into my shop because you sent them to pay for whatever I give to you.

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