George!! Oh, Georgie!

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It was mayhem. The Buy One Get One free offer was the best thing the twins had ever thought of.

Okay, not really. The best thing they'd ever thought of hadn't been released to the public. And don't be asking, they won't be telling. Yet.

The last fuzzy night scope just flew off the shelves and Fred was counting up the till. "Lovely wee profit again

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George finished locking up the door, flipping the closed sign and drawing the glaring purple drapes across the storefront windows.

He nodded back to Fred in agreement. "Burning Man be damned, it's gonna take a lot more to keep us out of the pubs." In times of crisis and danger, there were few things a drink (or twelve) couldn't fix.

[boom_meup]

They headed out the back door and turned on the spot, arriving just up the street from the Hog's Head. "I've got a pocket full of Extendable Ears," he whispered, "that should do while we're in there."

At the door, Fred stopped. "We'll figure something my for a more permanent bug." Clutched in his hand was a bag full of gadgets, bits, and bobs.

He pushed open the door revealing the dingy pub. Even 10 years after the First Wizarding War the pub remained the tiny, smelly place of their youth. A wizened old wizard turned from his perch beside the door, grunted in acknowledgement, and returned to his pint.

Fred exchanged a look with George and headed inside.

[george_goesboom]

As always, the grimy pub was less than crowded, occupied by just a handful of less-than-savory types. Which, considering their clandestine mission, would certainly work in their favor today. And with all those bits and pieces, it shouldn't be too hard to wrangle up something from their already functional spying device.

For the sake of not attracting attention (purely business, really), George made a bee line for the bar first, eyeing his surroundings on the way for any viable spots in which the ears could the placed. He ordered two pints from the grubby bartender, then turned back to Fred. "So," he said just under his breath. "Spot any prime bug spots?"

[boom_meup]

He took the beautiful pint of amber with just the right amount of head and surveyed the scene. There were plenty of books and crannies in the place, perfect for a clandestine meeting..... Or planting a bug.

Fred took a long draw before setting it down on the bare wood table. "Under the benches," he suggested, "maybe see if we can charm any to the walls..." He trailed off, deep in thought.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out an Ear. "No harm in listening at the bar," Fred grinned and deftly tossed the long string like device towards it, keeping hold of the other end. No one saw him so it, and the Ear landed perfectly out of sight behind a jar of pickled eggs.