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[Okay, there is laughing and some falling back. Rude.]

Alright, fine. So you didn't shag. But you can't say nothing at all happened.

[Nudging you with his foot? Yes. Yes he is.]

Georgie...

Why are you so keen for the sordid details?

[He's laughing as well, and grabs Fred's foot to try and throw him off balance.]

Why?

[GDI, you are the rudest, George. Fred cannot talk through all this laughing and trying to stay upright. Invading your personal space while invading your personal life, that's just how this deal works.]

Merlin, I catch you in the storeroom with a lovely little bird and you're asking why. D'you strike out, then?

'course I didn't strike out.

[Come on, Fred. Like that's even a question.]

The desk in a disused bedroom just doesn't exactly scream romance.

[It's not. It's just the only way to get you to talk.]

Ew, sick! On the desk? I know what'll be next on the pitch for target practice.

[All of the teasing, dear brother.]

So you sent her home on a rain cheque? Bummer.

You wanted the details, Fred.

[The most evil grin.]

We've really got nothing but time in this place, at any rate.

[He gets up to flop down on his own bed, folding his arms behind his head and grinning up to the ceiling.]

You plan to see her again, then?

[George makes his best attempt at returning to his non-chalant pose from before. It doesn't entirely work.]

Suppose so, yeah.

[Fred doesn't even have to look to know. It's a rare thing, them courting a bird. There's a small quirk of his lips - amusement, or maybe excitement - and his tone stays even.]

Don't muck it up, aye? She seems a lovely gal.

Thanks for that tip, yeah. Because I actually had been planning on mucking it up. Cheers. Don't know what I'd do without you.

'course you don't, you'd be completely lost without me.

[Grinning grinning grinning.]

You'll keep me posted, then?

[Pillow to your head now, Fred.]

I'll take notes for you, shall I?

[He is so catching it and throwing it back.]

Please do. What Not To Do on a Date, by George Weasley. Has a nice ring to it, yeah.

Figured you might need the tips.

[Okay, now he's throwing his pillow.]

Don't forget who taught you everything you know, you tosser.

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