"Oh! Um, yes, yes I am. I mean I'm lost, not that I need help. But thank you for your gallant offer... um... good sir." By his speech and dress, it didn't take much for Cho to realize he was one of the 'historical figures' she'd heard about. She does her best attempt at a curtsey and smiles. "My name is Cho Chang."
*boweth* I am Polonius, Lord Chamberlain to His Majesty the King of Denmark. In truth I know not how I should help thee, for I myself have not been long in this place but already I am plagued by miscreants.
Fred sneaks up behind Polonius. "Miscreants?!" He says loudly behind the aging man. "We're nothing of the sort. We're the gentlest lambs you ever saw."
"He may or may not be lying to you," George chuckles. "Awww, come on old man, you're not still bitter about that whole setting-you-on-fire thing, are you?"
"Is that why you haven't been around? Cause I must say, I have been looking for you, high and low."
"Probably because he wanted to set you on fire again."
"Mainly because I wanted to set you on fire again." Fred shrugs and grins. "You've got to admit, it was rather fun. Well, it was for me anyways."
*turns* *obvious look of fear/indignation* I have not been in hiding, if such meanest thou by "haven't been around"! Dost thou not think about others besides thine own self before setting them on fire for thine amusement?
"It was only our Wittle-Bangs. It's not like the fire even hurt him. It was just rather fun to see him flailing around. Hey, you wanna see?" Fred grins eagerly. "It's seriously hilarious; watch."
Fred pulls out a purple Wittle-Bang packet and runs behind Polonius, shoving it down his robes. In instant, Polonius' posterior is on fire.
"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a bind," Fred laughs and whips out his wand.
"You should really invest in some fireproof robes." George suggests with a wink.
"No fair, George, you can't help him!"
"As if it matters, you'll just find another way to torture this poor soul." George shakes his head.
Fred pouts. "It's my way of saying I like you and let's be friends. What's so wrong with that? Not like I've hurt him." He flicks his wand at Polonius and a big dump of water falls from somewhere above Polonius and lands on him heavily. "There, see? No harm done."
"Other than he looks like a drowned Pygmy Puff," George snickers.
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Typist: cue Fred? ;)
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"He may or may not be lying to you," George chuckles. "Awww, come on old man, you're not still bitter about that whole setting-you-on-fire thing, are you?"
"Is that why you haven't been around? Cause I must say, I have been looking for you, high and low."
"Probably because he wanted to set you on fire again."
"Mainly because I wanted to set you on fire again." Fred shrugs and grins. "You've got to admit, it was rather fun. Well, it was for me anyways."
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She's not sure whether to be concerned or to laugh at the idea.
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"It was only our Wittle-Bangs. It's not like the fire even hurt him. It was just rather fun to see him flailing around. Hey, you wanna see?" Fred grins eagerly. "It's seriously hilarious; watch."
Fred pulls out a purple Wittle-Bang packet and runs behind Polonius, shoving it down his robes. In instant, Polonius' posterior is on fire.
Again.
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"Did you know that rolling on the ground was just as bad as spinning in the air?" Fred asks curiously, watching the fire spread.
George shakes his head. "Actually, I didn't."
They watch him roll on the ground with a calm sort of interest. Then they look at each other, and burst out laughing.
"You totally knew!" Fred giggles.
"I will neither confirm nor deny that statement." George wipes the tears from his eyes. "Will this -ever- get old?"
Fred shakes his head. "God, I hope not."
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*seeing as it's not working anyway, will get up* Remove this fire from me! *waves his hands uselessly*
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"You should really invest in some fireproof robes." George suggests with a wink.
"No fair, George, you can't help him!"
"As if it matters, you'll just find another way to torture this poor soul." George shakes his head.
Fred pouts. "It's my way of saying I like you and let's be friends. What's so wrong with that? Not like I've hurt him." He flicks his wand at Polonius and a big dump of water falls from somewhere above Polonius and lands on him heavily. "There, see? No harm done."
"Other than he looks like a drowned Pygmy Puff," George snickers.
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