[Theres so much going on at the moment that Fred's thoughts are going a mile a minute. There's "Since when does Ariadne smoke?" and "Why does she look as though someone's shat in her tea?", then "Oh hey, here she comes now" and "Bloody He--" and "What in Merlin's--?" and
"Oh. Dear god. You've got to be kidding me."
They fight without even speaking, some unseen storm raging between them and Fred's left sitting on the sidelines with a front row view. They talked about it briefly after Gin's party, but he figured they'd made up by now. To be fighting for so long over something so trivial - Fred just sighs. Always cleaning up the dirty work.
Resting his head in one hand propped on his leg to turn away from them, he snakes his wand from his pocket in the other hand and summons a rather large bit of mistletoe just between the two. Cursed or not, Fred coughs loudly to signal to his pillock brother with his head still turned. No need to watch them have at it.]
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"Oh. Dear god. You've got to be kidding me."
They fight without even speaking, some unseen storm raging between them and Fred's left sitting on the sidelines with a front row view. They talked about it briefly after Gin's party, but he figured they'd made up by now. To be fighting for so long over something so trivial - Fred just sighs. Always cleaning up the dirty work.
Resting his head in one hand propped on his leg to turn away from them, he snakes his wand from his pocket in the other hand and summons a rather large bit of mistletoe just between the two. Cursed or not, Fred coughs loudly to signal to his pillock brother with his head still turned. No need to watch them have at it.]