( Fred's off-journal RP threads )

1.  Fred peered around the corner, keeping an eye out for Filch or that nasty cat, as George quickly arranged the carton full of dungbombs and homemade fireworks. Deep into second year and deeper into the third floor corridor that they certainly weren't meant to be in, the Weasley twins had a plan. Please: when Dumbledore announced last week ( Read more... )

Fred cracked open another can of Whisker Pete Wheat, the local brew he had picked up on his way home from work. He definitely need a drink. Like six of them. Well, okay, so he was on his fifth. Maybe he'd get around to another. So maybe he only actually needed five. Jesusfuck. Today was insane.

He lolled back in the bright blue beanbag chair ( Read more... )

( ME ME ME )

(( Hee.  I have small snapshots of a Daemon-HP world in my head ,so these are just going to be that.  Nothing too developed. ))

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Professor McGonagall sighed quietly, leaning against the cool stone of the castle for a moment, trying to infuse the school's calm into her soul, giving herself a sense memory of what Hogwarts was like in the quiet, ( Read more... )

AUGH GEORGE ( Read more... )

He found, to his surprise, that he liked sleeping with muggles.

With muggles, he wasn't a Weasley. Or, well, he was -- it's not like Fred lied about his name, too many troubles, he'd probably forget his alias halfway through -- but the muggles didn't have any connotations connected with "Weasley". Not that Fred didn't love being a Weasley, didn't ( Read more... )

1.  Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
Okay, so Harry helped us out more than we would've liked, but who were George and I to say no, if the lad wanted to give us a heaping load of gold?  Just thinking about the store makes me smile, even now.  I'd like so much to get back to it, to get back to that kind of work.  Right now I'm doing some silly retail stuff ( Read more... )