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]

Noted, then.

Here we are.

[They've come to clearing, and a good-sized log cabin is set in the middle. George strides ahead and makes his way up the front porch.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne hangs back for a moment, taking a look at the cabin before attempting to catch up to him. ]

Nice place.

[onlyholey]

Cheers. It's been abandoned for a while, but Ginny looked after it for us.

[He holds the door open for her and gestures for her to walk through.]

[boutant]

From the looks of things, she did a good job.

[ Oh-- There's another smile, this one slightly flushed, and she walks in. ]

Of course, I'm an architecture student, so...

[onlyholey]

Hope it's up to your standard, then.

[The main room is bright and cheery, if a bit cramped. a mis-match of assorted chairs are set on one side and the kitchen is tucked in the opposite. A rather large wooden table takes up the rest of the space.]

Did you want any tea?

[boutant]

[ From an interior design standpoint, it's perhaps not the best thing ever, but it looks... well, it looks like a home. ]

Will I have to pay for it if I say yes?

[onlyholey]

That would hardly be on, would it? Not after I've invited.

[He gestures for her to take a seat as he gets out the teapot. He gives his wand a wave and the element jumps on, the kettle rattling a moments away from boiling in an instant.]

[boutant]

I guess not.

[ She takes a seat as directed, but she's watching -- she's never actually seen magic before, not counting the City curses. ]

[onlyholey]

[Well, since he has an audience... once the kettle starts whistling he flicks his wand so that it sails over to the teapot on its own and pours. Then he wafts the teapot and two mugs over the table and plonks down next to her, grinning.

Yep. So smooth.]

[boutant]

[ This is so many levels of not fair that she can't even begin to describe it, but more than that, it's fascinating. She grins back, going to wrap a hand around her tea. ]

Showing off?

[onlyholey]

Demonstrating.

[boutant]

[ A laugh. ] Thank you for the demonstration, then. And the tea. [ Going to take a sip. ]

[onlyholey]

Least I can do for a potential customer. Want to come up and see, then?

[boutant]

You must do well. [ She nods, but takes another sip of her tea. ] Definitely.

[onlyholey]

[He leads her up a squeaky flight of stairs into a dark upstairs hallway.]

Oi! Fred! Potential customer!

[He opens a door near the end of the hall and pokes his head in.]

Ah, he must be out. Shall we?

[Another door held open for her.]

[boutant]

[ Her poor little architect heart wants to make the stairs stop squeaking and stop squeaking now, but she ignores the impulse and follows him. ]

Maybe he's worried you'll get your revenge for... whatever he did while you were frozen.

[ And in she goes. ]

[onlyholey]

[They enter a small-cramped bedroom with a single cot shoved up against the wall. The bed is barely visible, however, as pretty much ever surface is stacked with boxes. They're all been labeled hastily with such words a 'canary creams', 'skiving snackboxes', 'defense magic', and 'wands'. There is an entire wall of boxes labeled 'fireworks'.]

So. Where would you like to start?

[boutant]

[ In all honestly? Defense magic. But she'd rather not jump right into it, so instead she nods towards a box. ]

The canary creams, I think.

[onlyholey]

Excellent! These are brilliant!

[He digs into a box and comes out with a sweet in a bright yellow wrapper. He winks and pops it into his mouth.

There is a now a giant yellow canary in the bedroom with you, Ariadne.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne once again does her credible imitation of someone not jumping in surprise, no matter how much she wants to. ]

... That is brilliant.

[ And, in her typical way of going forth without thinking of the consequences, she's going to reach out to touch some of his feathers. ]

[onlyholey]

[George!bird chirps. Then as suddenly as it started, he starts molting and returns to normal Weasley-shape.]

You can have a go if you like. It's actually quite fun.

[boutant]

[ Drawing her hand back as he begins to molt, she continues to watch, fascinated. ]

Sure. It can't be much weirder than being turned into a cheetah.

[onlyholey]

[He hands over the sweet and leans back against a stack of boxes, a grin on his face.]

[boutant]

[ Here goes nothing. Ariadne pops the sweet into her mouth and then 'pop!', turns into a canary -- though considering how much shorter she is than George, not quite as large of one. ]

[onlyholey]

[brb. Over here dyin of laughter.]

Has anyone ever told you yellow is a lovely colour on you?