[Screened from all Tyki Mikks. B|]
Well, Fred- I do think we've got our work cut out for us. Fancy a little shrinking charm might take care of it?
[/Screened]
[George is limping somewhat awkwardly thanks to a few broken ribs, but looks alive and not particularly bothered by it, so.] Still after him, are you? S'pose it must be a muggle thing- run in an' hope you run back out with both legs still attached.
Not my preferred type of game, that one. Got an awful lot o' folk right into it, though. [And is casually feeling his side in front of a mirror now.]
[OOC: And a
ref for the George abuse. Raina you can consider Tyki's clothes shrunk'd. I think. B|]