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[byholeystgeorge]

WHO: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and YOU!
WHERE: The Workshop aka George’s former apartment
WHEN: Sunday through the rest of the week
WARNINGS: Magical trickery.
SUMMARY: In preparation for the upcoming convention, the twins throw production into overdrive. Anyone who volunteered to be a tester, wants to stop by to observe testing/get some product

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Open, Monday

[more_surreal]

After being warned by half the Twins' acquaintances about their proclivities and discussing the possibility of human ear harvesting with Tigger, Calvin was slightly less optimistic about his fantastic new job than he had been before. Slightly. However, the possibility of being employed by magical maniacs if anything only made more excited, so it all balanced out. He was full of energy as he prepared for his first public testing and demonstration of his employers' products.

"Hi guys! What are we starting with today?" he asked, grinning.

[byholeystgeorge]

George is only all too pleased Calvin has ignored the words of wisdom- that is, lies and slander other had offered about the twins and chosen to show up to work. He considered for a moment, hand thoughtfully on his chin, then made his way to a table and tossed a chocolate over at Calvin.

"Here we are. Should be a simple hair-changing charm. Let's see how it works out in this batch."

[ooc: Feel free to make up and crazy side-effects for Calvin, so long as they're non-lethal. The twins would have at least gotten it past the point of being that dangerous...though it could very well still turn him into Cousin It by mistake.]

[notsaintly]

"Fancy yourself a redhead, Calvin?"

Fred is adding liberal amounts of...well, lord only knows what to the pot on the stove. There are several rolls of paper towels nearby, because after the first three pots had spontaneously dissolved or melted, Fred had learned to keep a healty supply of cleaning materials nearby.

This is the HMD's fault

[more_surreal]

"Chocolate magic! You guys really are geniuses." He holds up the chocolate, squints at it like a jeweller inspecting a gem, then pops it in his mouth and chews. "Hey, it tastes great too! Just like-"

And then Calvin was a redhead. The change started at the center of his head and spread outwards to his furthest and most unruly bangs. Yet that wasn't all- the bangs bent and folded, his eternally spiky and unkempt hair becoming limper, smoother, cleaner, rearranging itself until it was a perfect copy of the Twins' haircut.

Calvin felt the unfamiliar sensation of hair over his ears and immediately grabbed a mirror. The red looked great, but the style was another story. "My hair! You made my hair neat!" He cried, anguished. "I have a part! I have a style! It looks like my parents just got me ready for a dorky family picture! It looks- combed!"He furiously ran his hands through it, trying to mess it back up, but wherever a hair was brought out of place the charm immediately returned it to its proper Weasleyesque position, strands moving

Bless the HMD

[byholeystgeorge]

George will get right back to you, Calvin, as soon as he can stop doubling over in laughter. He had to grab the edge of a table for support to stop himself from landing on one of the pillows.

“Oh-, Freddie. Striking image, innit he?” He managed between gasps. “Right chip off the old blocks.”

jesse you continue to be my favorite.

[notsaintly]

Fred is trying so hard to pretend he's concerned. He really is. But George started cackling, and Fred's attempt at a look of serious concern crumples up into outright laughter.

Oh, he and George do some fine work, it's very true. This one just might be a keeper.

"Just like one of the family. We could make him a partner now, you know. Honorary Weasley."

<3 :D

[more_surreal]

"Can't I be an honorary Weasley that doesn't look like a dweeb?!" Calvin demanded, pulling at his red hair. The moment he let go of it, it returned to its magically-dictated style, disgustingly shiny and fashionable. "The red can stay, but- Hey! Stop laughing! It's not funny!"

[byholeystgeorge]

Too bad, he's in the pillows now, still gasping.

"Associate at m-most with that commentary," he cackled. "D-dweeb? I do believe we're being insulted."

[notsaintly]

"I'm so terribly wounded, I can't even possibly consider the countercharm."

Calvin, you're really only encouraging them.

[more_surreal]

"Hey! Hey!" Calvin backpedaled furiously. "I didn't say that you looked like dweebs! It's just that this style doesn't suit me!" He talked faster and faster as he tried to dig himself back out of this rather deep hole he seemed to be in. "I mean, it looks great on you two! Amazing, in fact! It's just incompatible with my own brand of rugged charm!"

[byholeystgeorge]

"Dunno, Freddie," George grinned, finally schooling his face into something resembling a non-grin. "Seems his rugged charm may be the bit in need of a make-over."

[notsaintly]

"I think it's very fetching. The ladies will be swooning over you when you make your debut."

Calvin really has nothing to worry about. Fred and George made up the antidote last night. Fred looks askance at George, waiting to see if his twin is ready to offer it.

It has ever been George's job to hold Fred back.

[more_surreal]

Just when Calvin was thinking this couldn't get much worse, Fred had to go and say something like that. His voice was a keening cry of pure horror.

"You mean GIRLS WILL LIKE ME?!" Calvin grabbed at his face, stricken with mental anguish. "I'm Dictator-for-Life of the Get-Rid-Of-Slimy-girlS club! My career will be ruined by that kind of scandal! This hair is going to get me covered in cooties! My ideals! My duties! My hygiene!"

The rest was incoherent.

[byholeystgeorge]

George was about ready to fall over again, but he managed to fight it down and give his nod to Fred, signaling it was time to end the game. These kind of pranks were fine and good on a child Hogwarts age, but they were going a bit far with such an impressionable young thing. Besides, George wasn't too keen to see just how much Ron could actually impersonate mum when properly angered over child abuse. Thank Merlin no one'd bothered to invent Howlers in this place.

"Ah, well, young master, we couldn't stand to stamp out the leader of such a fine establishment. Suppose we could fix you up in honor of such a brotherhood."

[notsaintly]

The dramatics were impressive. If he were so inclined, Calvin probably had some sort of future in the theatre, or so Fred thought.

It was short work to undo the effects, really. A neat little antidote in the form of another chocolate square, wrapped in birghtly colored foil. It was the twins' preferred method of distributing antidotes for their products.

"Here now, pop this in your mouth and you'll be back to your old scruffy self in no time."

[more_surreal]

Calvin grabbed at the square, jammed it into his mouth, realized he hadn't bothered to take off the foil first, spat it out, tried to tear off the foil, dropped the thing because it was slippery with his spit now, picked it up, successfully took off the foil, threw it back into his mouth so hard he almost choked as it nearly went down the wrong tube, chewed without bothering to taste the delicious chocolate, and swallowed.

He panted for a moment before speaking again, touching his hair anxiously. "Is that it? Did it work?"