6 Mischiefs Managed - [Accidental video] (backdated to Monday)

[onlyholey]

[George is seated at the kitchen table, making some notes on a piece of paper. A cup of tea can be seen next to his paper. He takes occasional sips as he works, scratching his nose with the tip of his quill. Beyond his left shoulder, the kettle is thrumming away happily on the stovetop, clearly about to start boiling any minute. George pauses over his work for a moment. Then several moments. It's been quite a while and it's clear George is not moving. Behind him, the kettle starts whistling, but still he stays still, his quill poised over the paper.

After a moment, the feed cuts.]

[ooc: Yep! George got hit with the frozen carousel curse. He'll be stuck in the Weasley cabin kitchen for 24 hours. Shenanigans and face drawing is encouraged and expected. Voice/video comment will be responded to from the next day.]

Comments

[onlyholey]

Ah. Disarming spell. Knocks your opponent's wand out of their hand.

[boutant]

[ Under her breath, Ariadne mutters something in French. She's going crazy, right? First the cheetah, then the dinosaur, now spells. ]

Right. How's it work on pens?

[onlyholey]

The same, yeah. Anything light-weight you might have in your hands.

[boutant]

What about something heavier? [ ... wait, that could be taken badly. ] Not that I'm going to try and hit him with a cinderblock; I'm not actually homicidal. Just curious.

[onlyholey]

Someone good at the spell could. Harry could blast a cinderblock away in a moment, I reckon. He's got a bit of a gift for defense spells.

[boutant]

I'll have to keep that in mind, too. [ She is collecting a great deal of useful people. She has no idea how, but she won't question it. ]

What about you? [ Because it seems a bit odd to be talking about what Harry can do with magic when Harry wasn't the one who told her he can do magic in the first place.

Okay really, the whole conversation is weird, but her life has been progressively more strange since the day she met Cobb. ]

[onlyholey]

What about me?

[boutant]

Do you have a "bit of a gift" for anything in particular?

[onlyholey]

Fred and I run a joke shop.

And, er, Ron back home as well.

[boutant]

Another brother? Ginny said there were a lot of you.

What sort of jokes?

[onlyholey]

Seven in total.

Everything, really. Fireworks, Skiving Snackboxes, trick wands, canary creams, ton-tongue toffees.... we also have a few lines of defensive magic. And love potions.

[boutant]

No wonder Harry thought he was going to die.

... Do you have them here? [ Because she has no idea what half of those are, but she would like to. ]

[onlyholey]

Lucky for him there's only Fred and I at the moment.

We've got a fairly good stock, yeah. Wanting to place an order?

[boutant]

I have a feeling your sister would have backed him up.

Maybe. I'd have to see them. [ And... figure out what they are... ]

[onlyholey]

You're welcome by the cabin any time. We've got some overstock you can look through.

[boutant]

[ This "trying not to look confused" thing is not working out as planned. ]

Can I get some directions?

[onlyholey]

I'd have t come get you, I'm afraid. Place is unplottable.

[boutant]

I'll bet you tell that to all the girls.

[onlyholey]

Only the gorgeous ones.

[boutant]

[ She laughs. ] When are you available?

[onlyholey]

For you, love? Any time.

[boutant]

[ There's another laugh. ] Now? I wouldn't mind getting out of this apartment.

[onlyholey]

Alright. I can be there in a minute. Where do you live?

[boutant]

At the moment, apartment three. [ Try not to have a heart attack over the amount of animals or the fact that it looks like a slumber party exploded over the living room. ]

[onlyholey]

Walk down to the lobby.

[Considering he can be there is 3 seconds, he'll probably beat you to it.]