5 Mischiefs Managed - [video/action]

[greding]

[The Weasley Twins are currently holed up in the kitchen at the cabin. It's still pitch black outside, but the kitchen is warm and cosy with the glow of magical light. There is also another light source - small explosions keep going off in air, like very flamey miniature fireworks. But rather than going out or dispersing, the flames warp and twist

Comments

[immortaltwat]

Are you trying to get off with your brother?

[Nathan attempts to look disgusted.] You sick bastard.

[knighthoodly]

Worse than that, most days.

[immortaltwat]

How can he be worse than that? Does he try shagging you, or something?

[feorging]

[Fred doesn't even bother to attempt. He's just amused. Also: drawing.]

Well, you know. We've a pureblood line to carry on or some such.

[immortaltwat]

You know, most families try to keep ginger out of the line. Not resort to incest to keep it alive.

Oh, and as a heads up? I don't know if you lot study chemistry, but blokes can't actually get pregnant, so you're wasting your time.

[feorging]

[Lalala, distracted by scribbling away.]

Really, now? I had no clue, thanks for that, Nathan.

[Then he pauses and looks back up.]

Though I'm fair certain you mean biology, not chemistry. 'less you're aiming to magic a nipper into existence.

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan is indifferent to the scribbling.]

Just helping you out, man. Wouldn't want you wasting your time with him.

You mean that isn't what you lot do? Sounds a lot more convenient than letting some unlucky lady shoot one out of her twat.

[feorging]

[Fred snorts.]

Lovely imagery there. You should write children's books.

[FURIOUS SCRIBBLING and then he stops and stares down at his work with a very devious grin.]

But only if you'll let me illustrate them.

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan pretends to think about that, then shrugs.]

Sure, why not? Nothing's sexier than a children's book writer. I bet we'd get loads of pussy.

[He makes a nod down to whatever it is he's drawing. Or the bottom of the screen, if you want to get technical. Needless to say, Nathan doesn't.] Let's see what you've got first, though. I want to know I've got an artist worthy of my talents.

[feorging]

[He just laughs. Crude humour, brilliant.]

Hope you're ready, mate.

[And then all you get is this. Love you, best friends forever!]

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan stares for a moment. You're a bad friend, Fred. Whatever happened to respect?] Okay, you're out.

Unless that's supposed to be a self-portrait, then you're in again.

[feorging]

[Respect. Ha! There's a good one.]

Sorry. Seems today's ticket's only portraits of those I speak to. Why, you don't like it? I think it's lovely.

[immortaltwat]

[Thank you. He does try.]

Oh, yeah. It's great. I just don't think you've quite captured the hair.

[feorging]

Really, now? I put a lot of effort into that. Shame.