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[The video starts off shaky, with what looks like a view of the ceiling. There is a little more rustling, and a few faint snuffling noises. The camera bumps over a few times, as if the device is being nudged to the side. Something large and orange suddenly fills the camera.]

Oi! Fred! I think I got it turned on!

[The device nudges around once again, and suddenly the viewer is treated to an extremely close-up view of a very orange turtle. A second identical turtle clambers slowly into view.]

Not bad work for a reptilian. We may be able to make some fun of this yet.

[Can turtles grin? Because it almost seems like turtle!Fred is grinning as he slowly turns to the device.]

Do you think we can still Apparate like this? It’d be a lot faster than trying to walk around.

[George!turtle shuffles over to where a pair of trousers have been tossed on the floor, and nudges around in the pockets until he emerges with a wand grasped in his mouth. He takes a slow and deliberate step forward and vanishes, only to re-appear on top of a nearby desk.]

Brilliant!

That'll work just fine, I should think. Let's go rifle through Gin's sock drawer, or nick someone's breakfast.

Alright. But then we need to go find a lamp or somewhat. I’m starting to feel distinctly cold-blooded.

[ooc: Fred and George have been hit up with the Safari Day curse and will be adorable Apparating turtles until the end of the day! Taking this as a personal challenge, they will be trying to cause as much havoc as possible. Then possibly taking a nap under a heat lamp. Open for action if you feel like stumbling across a pair of orange turtles at any point throughout the day.]

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[He switches to video just to give Ginny his most imploring turtle eyes.]

Come save us, Ginny. We're trapped in here all alone!

[She actually jumps back from this because... okay, it was easy to forget they weren't turtles when she could just hear George talking. But now that she's seeing and hearing at the same time?]

... this is too bloody weird.

[George slowly lifts one turtle-foot and inspects it gingerly.]

You're telling me.

Are you alright? Where's Fred?

He left his wand in on this bedside table last night. It's taking him awhile to get it down.

[George glances to something off screen and smiles smugly.]

For the love of...

[Ginny sighs and does what can only be described as a facepalm.]

Fine. What d'you need me to do?

Excellent! If you could get out of the cabin and pointed towards the City centre, I think we'll be able to manage.

Can I ask why?

Would you like to remove your plausible deniability?

C'mon, Georgie. We can use this. No better cover for a pet than its owner.

[This earns him a nudge back.]

I agree with you, although I'm not thrilled about us being anyone's pet.

Even if it's your sister? Arnold and Sir Weatherby might get jealous.

Who's Sir Weatherby? Don't tell me you've shunted Arnold aside in your affections, he'll be devastated.

He's an owl that belonged to—

[Dumbledore.]

—a friend, and after they went home, I adopted him.

[One day he's going to start getting a little irritated by all this 'leaving things out' she's been doing since he got here. But this is neither the time nor the place do deal with that. Nor the species.]

[Living in the City for too long really messes a girl up in some ways. She's paranoid and overprotective one day and reckless and terribly Gryffindor the next. She thinks some secrets are better kept, that some things are on a need-to-know basis. Mostly, she just doesn't want to cause worry when there's no need for it. Tom Riddle, Bellatrix Lestrange... their being here is in the past. A young Albus Dumbledore? Still too weird to really explain.

One day, maybe, she'll be painfully honest. It might take a curse, or some Veritaserum slipped into her morning tea. But she knows if she keeps this up, it'll bite her in the arse. Ginny looks thoughtful for a moment, then amends her answer: ]

He was Dumbledore's. He wasn't here very long, but it was long enough to get an owl and train him. And I've always wanted one, so...

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What've I just said? It's a cover. 'sides, she already takes care of us as is - now it's just socially acceptable for her to carry us about.

Point taken.

This'll be Fred, then?

[She looks exasperated and amused all at once.]

So glad to know my brother-sitting skills are so appreciated.

We're always appreciative, Ginny.

You've a funny way of showing it.

We're perfect gentlemen and you know it.

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The most appreciative, naturally. Someone as wicked smart and talented as you, not to mention gorgeous and a smashing chef? Couldn't've asked for a better keeper.

I'm being flattered by a turtle with my brother's voice.

This is bloody creepy.

Oi, you're telling me. I woke up thinking I'd been shoved into three layers of sacks only to find it was my bedsheets. This whole thing's bloody weird.

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