*a fluffy mess of pillows and tangled bedsheets*
Mmm... so so thankful for our new beds... so so thankful for warm, soft cushions... breathing cushions...? *rolls a little too quickly* Oh. Shite. So so thankful for hangover potions... and who...? Wait.. the twins... oh yes... OH, yes, that was quite nice. Hope Fred was just as lucky... It's a little fragmented, the bits of how exactly I got here, but it would be impossible to forget what happened upon arrival... *smiles widely* Yes, nice. Shame they're Muggle... no use in dragging them into our sordid little corner of hell. We would make quite a scene, the four of us. *murmurs softly in the dark-haired girl's ear, watches her smile and shift slightly in her sleep*Forgive me love, but I must be off - livelihood awaits, you know.
*gathers scattered clothing and dresses quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping girl* Right then, off we go. *casts another longing glance at her dark hair spilling across the bedsheet* It's now or never old man...
*Slips into the living room and Apparates back to the backroom at 3W, Diagon Alley*
Fred?
*gathers scattered clothing and dresses quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping girl* Right then, off we go. *casts another longing glance at her dark hair spilling across the bedsheet* It's now or never old man...
*Slips into the living room and Apparates back to the backroom at 3W, Diagon Alley*
Fred?