onlyholey | 9 Mischiefs Managed

[Hello City! You didn't think you would get through this curse without seeing these two trouble makers, did you? Fred and George Weasley are lounging in the town square, looking far too pleased with themselves.]

Alright, City? Now it has been explained to us that there is a bit of a tradition in this place about snogging under the mistletoe. Isn't that right, Fred?

[Fred just smiles something devious and playful and not even a little bit innocent.]

Indeed. And we've never been ones to deny the people such a grand opportunity.

So we would like to make a public announcement that we will be making ourselves available for anyone who wishes to participate.

Don't be shy, ladies. Who ever said a curse can't also be a blessing?

[They both give a wink - every kind of inviting - and the feed shuts off.]

[ooc: Come on ladies (and certain gentlemen...). We all know you've fantasized about snogging twins, right. This may be your chance. Also known as the Weasley Twins are trolls and will be taking full advantage of this curse. HAVE AT THEM.]

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Really, now? I was fairly certain we taught you your days. You do realise every day is not Friday, right?

No, really? Bollocks, what a surprise.

's all right, George is a lousy teacher anyhow.

Compared to who, you? I reckon he's more patient.

Yeah, but I'm more fun.

Depends on your definition.

Then I reckon it's a good thing I taught you your definitions.

I could do with some review.

Not a problem. Fun: adjective, entertaining or amusing; or noun: Fred Weasley.

See also: madder than a Ravenclaw during their OWLs.

And somehow you've managed to lose the word "fun" even as we're defining it. Terrible, Gin. Absolutely horrible.

Maybe I never had it to begin with.

That's it, back to grade school with you. We'll get you lessons with Luca.

Take a joke, Fred. I don't think I'd be allowed in this family if I didn't have a sense of fun.

I'm not too sure about that. There's always Perce to consider.

He must've at some point.

Before I was born, at least?

He may have slipped salt into Dad's porridge once, but I think that was more an innocent mistake than anything. It was still fairly amusing to the rest of us.

Not one dungbomb in a shoe? Not even that?

None that he'd actually put there himself.

[Plenty that they blamed him for, before Mum and Dad learned better.]

Oh, of course. I should've guessed.

We are nothing if not consistent.

You mean persistent. Persistent headaches to Mum, probably.

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