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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Maybe to you.

[Making a suspicious face and peering over his shoulder. shut up.]

[Fred shrugs and keeps at his obeisance, drawing quickly and hurriedly, then grinning as he adds on his own personal touches.

Congratulations, Ron. You're looking down at a picture of yourself.]

You know, you really ought to cut your hair sometime soon. I'd be glad to do it for you.

[Ron turns red and grabs the picture out of his hand real quick like.]

Shut it. You're not going anywhere near my head, reckon you've had enough of a go for once today.

[Fred only laughs as Ron snatches the drawing away. He'll give him that one.]

You sure? It could be rather exciting.

[Do you hear a small popping sound behind you? Promise Fred's only setting off a few explosions near about your head.]

[Ron flinched in jumped back. He swatted at the air in attempt to keep it away before glowering.]

Stop bloody doing that.

[More laughter, and then he gets up to stretch.]

Fine, fine. I'll lay off. For now. [And a yawn. It's weird not having the Sun about.] Has this barmy curse caught you with any strange new habits? Know you've got loads to begin with, but stranger than usual.

[Just. Glaring. Forever. But his brow does dip upwards.] Dunno. Nothing's odds happened. And you're one to talk.

You'll never hear me say otherwise. We're as mad as they come.

[He shoots Ron a wink, then moves to start up another pot of tea. 'course George went and finished the first on his own. What a tosser.]

Suppose you might be lucky on that one, at any rate. I've no problem admitting I'm lousy at drawings, and George's been making friends with the loo all day. Night? Whatever the bloody Hell it is.

Reckon I'd be thick not to notice. Bloke likes a good kip without hearing the plumbing constantly going. [Ron shook his head.] Won't be so lucky next time, probably.

That's the way of it, seems.

[Kettle going, he stretches once more and a few of his joints give a pleasant crack before he turns to lean against the counter and face Ron.]

Makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, but it's amusing enough.

[Ron shook his head bemusedly.]

Course you'd think so.

[He doesn't respond, just smiles with his arms crossed because yes. Yes he would.]

Shall I fix us something to eat then? Promise not to explode your eggs.

[...Well. Maybe one of them.]

[Ron snorted.]

Must think me thick not to realize you'd do at least one.

How's that, you do know me after all.

[Teasing! And he goes to the fridge to gather up some breakfast foods.]

You are my brother.

Wizengamot's still out on that one.

[But he doesn't need to ask how many eggs, or how he likes them done, because. Well, because he is his brother, and things like breakfast and tea and other every day habits are the sort you ought to know about a brother.]

Come off it, you know Mum and dad would never.

[Watching you, Fred. Should he help or shouldn't he...?']

Mum and Dad, maybe, but Georgie and I may've made a few inquiries when we were younger.

[Is he joking...? And no, he should not. Fred's even got skillets out and all.]

[He scoffed.] Must have less about me than you did with Percy.

[He snorts and sets the eggs to whisking themselves while he fetches some milk.]

Fair certain Percy's a mystery even the Ministry can't quite explain away.

That the reason they keep him under lock and key, is it?

Most definitely. Can't have our Weatherby running amok and telling the people all about cauldrons, can we?

[Snorting.] Would drive the lot mad.

Yeah, mad from boredom.

[Eggs are underway! He goes back to the fridge to see if they have any bacon as well.]

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