[READING LE NEWSPAPER.] A sock sale would be much more enticing if one actually had to pay for them. Don't suppose you need a pair anyway, George?

[Now pardon him while he pokes the paper with his wand to get the pictures moving. 8|]

No mum to be found then, I see. [May or may not be holding two blue sweaters with a yellow 'F' and 'G' on the front.]

Seems she did leave something behind, George- care to try them on? I do wonder if she remembered our size.

Oi, George! How many relatives have we suddenly acquired, exactly?

[Well. People have gone slightly nutty, but Fred is willing to take full advantage of that. He's just added several types of flowers in vases to the Shop; lilies, daisies, roses, petunias, et cetera, available in singles, bouquets, boutonnieres, whatever. Except, you know, they're magical flowers, along with everything else on display. The shop ( Read more... )

[As if Fred would leave behind Fred the Cockroach. He's got it in a cage-like sort of thing, poking at it with his wand. And he is mumbling to himself.]

Roach Rockets, maybe.. no no, that'd be good for the Whiz-bangs... [frownyponderface, yanking the wand out of the greedy mandibles of Fred.] Can't be something... ah, that's it!

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Right. Well. This is promising- don't reckon anyone'll come snooping round up here, only dust bunnies and all. Though no ghouls to have a good chat with, I'm afraid.

Good brother o' mine, you'd better be in one piece and not missing anything important to your existence, or I shall disown you, again, find Percy, rewire his memory, and call him ( Read more... )

[In the bathroom, wand in hand, Fred is grinning. Quite mischievously. Why? Because his toilet is shouting at him.]

A word I know, six letters it contains, subtract one, and twelve remains! What am I?

[But Fred is just laughing, waltzing out the bathroom.] Wonder how many of these lot could make it into Ravenclaw, eh, George?

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Perfect day for a Quidditch match, I reckon. Unbearable weather always was Wood's favourite condition to practice in. [DRAMATIC SIGH] I'd give my left ear for a proper club and a Bludger.

Speaking of- I'm on the market for a new brother. One that doesn't break, alter or lose body parts every now and again.

George? [SOMEONE is clearly restless though trying to hide his worry.] Anyone seen the great bloke? Looks like me, y'know? Mio, how 'bout you?

C'mon now, Georgie. We got work to do and all.

What d'you think, Gred? [Standing in front of a vacant shop, a curious grin upon his face.] I reckon only a little while longer til we can set up shop. Don't doubt these poor blokes need a right good laugh every now and again.

[taps chin] Perhaps Mio'd like a hand in this, too.