Dinner with the Twins -- Percy, Hestia, Charlie, Tonks, Remus & .. Bill & Fleur??
Who: the Twins, Charlie, Bill? Fleur? Percy, Hestia, Tonks, Lupin
What: dinner, and surprisingly serious conversation -- seasoned with lively, witty banter as only the Twins can dish
Where: the Twins' magically enlarged and protected flat in Diagon Alley, above WWW
When: Saturday, Nov. 8, 7:00pm
Status: Incomplete
Fred waved dishes back and forth across the table, more from boredom than an aesthetic concern. "Why did you kick Lorna out so early?" he moaned at his Twin. "I had loads of time to get ready for this. Now look at the sack time lost." George shook his head and ignored his brother as he set out the excellent store of liquor and Fred's wine selections. They had ordered the meal from the Brittle Basilisk, and there was enough for an army, but then, neither of the Twins objected in the slightest to leftovers.
"Go check the wards and stop mucking with the food," George ordered his brother. "I didn't open the fire ones below, and the first one to get here might come in flaming if you don't get that."
"Yeah, yeah," Fred muttered, and then said more cheerily, "hey, at least we set them up to auto-restart, eh? And maybe we could turn it on before Perce arrives..."
George grinned at the thought of Percy with his hair magically on fire, and then shook his head sadly. "No. We have to behave. Percy's got important info. He won't be inclined to talk if he's rushing off to St. Mungo's. Besides, it'd be a bad impression on Hestia."
Fred nodded glumly, then brightened again. "But it'll be good to see Charlie again! Wonder why Bill and Fleur didn't answer, though. Maybe they'll show anyway."
"And Remus. Haven't seen him in a dragon's age."
the Twins paused their conversation as a portable Peeves swooped in, cackling loudly, "There's a smelly git or gal approaching from the Nor'east, your magnificentships!"
What: dinner, and surprisingly serious conversation -- seasoned with lively, witty banter as only the Twins can dish
Where: the Twins' magically enlarged and protected flat in Diagon Alley, above WWW
When: Saturday, Nov. 8, 7:00pm
Status: Incomplete
Fred waved dishes back and forth across the table, more from boredom than an aesthetic concern. "Why did you kick Lorna out so early?" he moaned at his Twin. "I had loads of time to get ready for this. Now look at the sack time lost." George shook his head and ignored his brother as he set out the excellent store of liquor and Fred's wine selections. They had ordered the meal from the Brittle Basilisk, and there was enough for an army, but then, neither of the Twins objected in the slightest to leftovers.
"Go check the wards and stop mucking with the food," George ordered his brother. "I didn't open the fire ones below, and the first one to get here might come in flaming if you don't get that."
"Yeah, yeah," Fred muttered, and then said more cheerily, "hey, at least we set them up to auto-restart, eh? And maybe we could turn it on before Perce arrives..."
George grinned at the thought of Percy with his hair magically on fire, and then shook his head sadly. "No. We have to behave. Percy's got important info. He won't be inclined to talk if he's rushing off to St. Mungo's. Besides, it'd be a bad impression on Hestia."
Fred nodded glumly, then brightened again. "But it'll be good to see Charlie again! Wonder why Bill and Fleur didn't answer, though. Maybe they'll show anyway."
"And Remus. Haven't seen him in a dragon's age."
the Twins paused their conversation as a portable Peeves swooped in, cackling loudly, "There's a smelly git or gal approaching from the Nor'east, your magnificentships!"