9 Mischiefs Managed - [video/action]

[onlyholey]

[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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LMFAO y e p idek what my heart is doing rn I just have all the sads.

[feorge]

[Merlin, you can't -- she can't bloody do that -- sit there looking so damn hurt, and sincere, and longing for something he can't give her. Fuck all, he can't even give it to himself. Selfish to the core, brash and straight forward with no filter and absolutely no sense of restraint save for but this one thing, this one seemingly simple thing. Because it's not simple. It's so much more than just a mutual fascination, or the homey feeling he gets when they're with Luca, or the easy back and forth between them that fell in place without them even trying. It's more than that.

It's the adrenaline rush after a good flying lesson. It's the triumph of Luca spelling a word all on his own. It's the bright moment when they're bickering about nothing and laughing about everything and Fred thinks he'd quite like to stay like that forever -- only for those brief bouts of excitement and glee to fade away and leave them here, sitting right next to each other but worlds apart. Lifetimes apart, because Fred is still convinced this isn't his life.

Because Ronald is his little brother and he'd either have to be blind or daft not to know of the bond that's between them. Because Hermione is his friend, his little sister in all the years he's watched over the three little troublemakers. Because he is dead, and no matter what he does or says or feels, nothing will change that, any of that, and they will always end up back here.]

Hermione, I--.

['I,' what? 'I'm sorry?' 'I'm a bloody idiot?' What could he possibly say? It'd be so easy not to say anything at all, to just walk away now, or better yet, to follow his usual tendencies and bugger the consequences, just go after what he wants like a bullet on a path and Merlin be with anyone that happens to get in the way. But for once, for quite possibly the first time, Fred doesn't just jump in head first without a second of forethought. For once, he is considering the consequences, and what admitting that the kiss was so much more than just the draw of the curse would do to the both of them.

He's thinking ahead, and inwardly cursing himself for it - he knows he'll be thanking himself later, but Hell if he'll be glad for it.

There's a huff that turns into a humourless sort of laugh as he shakes his head. So bloody ridiculous, the lot of it, and isn't this why he's never bothered with relationships to begin with? He turns to her again, a playful smile on his lips (it's false, so bloody false but he's had years to perfect it).]

I don't know what else it could be, love. You aren't exactly my first today.

brb drinking myself happy againnnn to fight the paaaaaain 8(

[knowledgeably.livejournal.com]

[ It's so very unfair.

These are things she desires. Not just because she wants them, but because in her heart, she needs them. She feels so comfortable around him... When they're with Luca, when he's taking her flying... When they toss banter back and forth. It's different than it ever was with Ron. She and Ron had years, but... Something about Fred is just more understanding of her without allowing her to be haughty about it. It's just ... Smoother. It doesn't quite hurt so much.

And then he pulls something like this. It really wasn't more to him? More than just the curse's fault? But that can't be. She could feel the way he leaned into her. She felt that. That wasn't just her imagination. He got just as into it as she did. But his words say another thing, as does his bravado... And what's a girl to do?

Protest?

No. No, she'll save protesting for later. For now, she's just going to look at him and stop trying to keep herself from crying. She doesn't bawl, not even close, but her eyes well up with tears and she looks absolutely crushed. Dejected. ]

... If that's how you see it, then.

[ Perhaps she should go find someone else to kiss, as well. Perhaps that would show him. She stands, her back to him, to hide how much this hurts her. Because she was almost completely certain he felt -- ... At least somewhat the same as she does. ]