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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[His grin widens at that, and he follows Fred to the table curiously.]

Jot what down, exactly?

[Fred doesn't answer, and instead continues scratching away at the paper until he's finally satisfied and leaves it in clear sight for Harry.]

Voila. Cheers, handsome.

[8|

He looks at it for a long second before replying sort of flatly.]

You won't want Bulstrode knowing you've been drawing her, she'll get the wrong the impression. Or knock you out, either way.

[brb, dying of laughter.]

Oh, come off it! I think it's my best yet.

Your best waste of paper, maybe.

Nah, that'd be History of Magic notes, I'd think. This here's a thing of beauty.

Do yourself a favor and don't go saying that around Hermione.

[/DEFLECTS...]

[OU SO CLEVER]

Then perhaps I ought to go ask her opinion between the two?

[N O P E, not at all. Now he's inching off to go show Hermione his artwork. :D]

[He sees that inching, Fred Weasley. Don't think he won't take action if you do.]

You honestly think she'll say anything's more important than schoolwork?

[SORRY HERMIONE lucky you can't hear this eh :D;]

[Do it. I dare you.]

You honestly think I can't convince her otherwise?

[YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWAAAH.]

[He may be too skinny to tackle, but he will hex you, Fred Weasley.]

I do, actually - or have you forgotten who we're talking about?

[Come at me, brah!]

Not in the least bit, but you know I always welcome a good challenge.

A lost cause, more like.

Win some, lose some. It's all a fair bet to me.

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