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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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Which d'you think, hm?
[An amused shake of his head and it's back to the scribbling - it's a better word for what he's passing off as portraits.]
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And you're certain of that, are you? Here I was, under the impression you'd left us here to hide us away from the City common. I'm touched!
[Then as he finishes, he looks up with brows furrowed.]
Though why's everyone got to assume we're going foul when all we've done is write on a few scraps of parchment?
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[She knows he's teasing but she can't help the slight edge to her voice as she rolls her eyes. Don't you dare imply anything of the sort, Fred Weasley. But then he'll take the mickey because she can't take a joke and so she works to soften her voice and expression—and when he looks up, she's grinning again.]
And writing on scraps of parchment tends to mean you're planning something. Merlin knows you two weren't actually doing your Potions essays in your last year, were you?
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Look sharp, dear sister.
[He flips up the notebook to show another of his horrendous compelled-drawings.]
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Excuse you, what.]
Is that supposed to be me?
[Your dear sister is unamused, Fred Weasley.]
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Blimey, I certainly hope not. Be a real insult, that.
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Well, I'm glad you think so highly of me, Freddie.
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If you think that's bad, you've not seen Harry's yet.
[He flips back a few pages then holds up this with the brightest of grins. He is clearly very proud.]
Thinking of framing this one.
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[Can't. Stop. Laughing.]
That's not Harry! I think I'd remember if he had a mustache, wouldn't I?
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[He is definitely gesturing to the heart on the boy's forehead. Y U P.]
Resemblance is uncanny, you really can't see it?
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[If that heart is supposed to be a hint or something, she is not commenting. >| ]
I didn't realise lightning came in heart shapes.
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