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[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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Do you? Go on, then.

Can't go spilling to you just so you can rat it out to him.

[She rolls her eyes then taps a few keys, and...]

There. Now he won't see or hear. Come on, Ron, I'd like to see you have a go at Fred and actually win. I'm not that heartless.

[Get a suspicious look, Ginny.] ... I'm still working it out.

[Maybe some youngest Weasley bonding time is due.]

Want help?

[It's exactly what's in order. Which is why Ron pauses a moment.]

...Yeah. Bout time Fred gets what's coming for him after all these years, innit? George, too.

[And then Ginny laughs, quite pleased.]

Who knew you had that in you, eh, ickle Ronniekins? [She winks, only gently teasing.] It's Halloween coming up, after all. May as well have a bit of fun with it. Can't go for the usual routes, though, trick sweets and the like; you know they'd expect that.

But you've been working at their shop, haven't you? Know anything new?

You're as bad as those two. Don't you start, either, you're still my little sister. [He doesn't care how old you may be :|] Course not. Then again, when have they ever expected us to have a go at thim?

[Ron shrugs.] We'd been working on a few things, but not too much.

[The age disparity between her and the rest of her world still unsettles her, so hearing her brothers whip out the little sister every so often is nowhere near as annoying as it used to be. It comforts her, actually, lets her know that they still see her as the same. So she grins at him.]

Yeah, I know, how could I forget? [She pauses, looking thoughtful.] Right, us actually doing something at all would be surprise enough. Maybe food would be the way to go.

You're joking, right? Just their food's not nearly good enough. We've got to get them back for years in one go.

Wet-start fireworks in the shower? Spill potion on their bedsheets?

[She bites her lip, thinking.]

Transfiguring the toilet while they're using it?

Come off it, that's baby stuff to them. We're talking about the blokes who put a swamp in the middle of Hogwarts.

[Thinking.]

What if we sealed the way to get in their rooms and when they get in it looks like Umbridge's office? That'd give anyone nightmares- We've definitely got to think up something better than this lot.

[She bursts out laughing.]

Bloody hell, that's horrible. Where are we going to get that much pink lace?

Can't forget the kittens. Maybe we can find a few generous lot around here who'd let us borrow a bunch of it for a bit.... Though, maybe we should warn them it might be a bit singed when they get it back, knowing those two.

I could always Transfigure something. The kittens, though, that'll be a right chore. Maybe we could just borrow Crookshanks and dye him some ghastly shade of pastel.

Do you really want to tempt Hermione to murder us?

I don't know, she might side with us. It is against the twins.

This is a family matter, Ginny. Much as Hermione's enough to be one, it's gotta be settled between us.

We could always draw up a bunch and enchant them to run across the walls.

[She lets out a soft, low whistle, looking amused.]

I'm impressed, Ron. Maybe working at their shop worked wonders, after all. Alright, then, we'll graffiti their bedroom with revolting cats in all sorts of colours and have them run all over the place. Reckon we could get them to make sounds, too?

Oy! It was bound to happen. Don't hang around a joke shop all day without thinking up things yourself. What about the catterwailing charm? Though that'd defeat the purpose of the Umbridge look, but it's still right annoying.

Perfectly annoying.

[She is getting that spark in her eyes, Ronald. You know the one.]

I can do that charm, easy. Merlin knows I heard it often enough around the school. I'll sort out the counter-curse for it, though, so the rest of the cabin doesn't try to murder us before the twins have a go.

Brilliant. Don't think either of us want to before we see their faces, eh?

[A beat.] Something's missing though.

What?

[She snorts.]

A camera so we can relive their expressions?

[Oh, that earns a snort from him.] Come on. We've ages to get back at them for, it's got to be perfect.

You've got ages. I reckon I was usually just watching and laughing, wasn't I?

[That's right, Ginny. Rub it in.]

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