Kingsley grins at Fabian and starts jogging, wordlessly, for about a minute.
"Ok mate, this is too good to pass up," he blurts, with a patented Kingsley grin, "But your brother is writing letters to Alice about getting in Double Dorcas' knickers."
Kingsley trots gleefully for a moment. "He likes her. Apparently enough to do revised letters back and forth with Alice. He wants to woo her. I hope he talks to the right part when he tries, because even as a gay bloke, they're ... You know."
Kings gestures about a foot away from his chest. "Massive."
"Merlin, you want to be nice about it?" Kings stops dead in the middle of the park. "I was going to tell Frank and then have a letter writing campaign on pink stationery with shite such as 'Oh Gid, my bosoms quiver when I think of you in the harsh light of the Ministry' in them."
He jogs a few steps backwards and shrugs. "Or you could be nice and find out if she yells his name or yours? You are so similar looking, and all."
"The bastard does bawl like a baby -- but I suppose that makes it easier when manning the Weasley fleet..."
Kingsley pauses for a second and giggles uncharacteristically. "Who'd have thought that Art the Fart would be so ... virile? He's not very high on my list of blokes I'd like to see go at it, that's for sure. Are the sprogs attractive, Fab? Tell me the sprogs got the best of Molly and Art, and not the nagging premature baldness."
He shakes his head. "Or we can talk about whether or not Dorcas has to make spells to you know, keep them afloat."
Kingsley snorts, as close to a giggle as he gets, and shakes his head.
"I'm guessing a spell. I wonder if Gideon will know the spell and be able to like, use it at will, you know? Like, poof, her jumblies are restrained and then poof, they're you know, not. I think I'm going to try and steal a snapshot of her from the training room and gussy it up a bit, leave it under Gid's pillow. What do you think?"
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"Ok mate, this is too good to pass up," he blurts, with a patented Kingsley grin, "But your brother is writing letters to Alice about getting in Double Dorcas' knickers."
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Kings gestures about a foot away from his chest. "Massive."
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He jogs a few steps backwards and shrugs. "Or you could be nice and find out if she yells his name or yours? You are so similar looking, and all."
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Kingsley pauses for a second and giggles uncharacteristically. "Who'd have thought that Art the Fart would be so ... virile? He's not very high on my list of blokes I'd like to see go at it, that's for sure. Are the sprogs attractive, Fab? Tell me the sprogs got the best of Molly and Art, and not the nagging premature baldness."
He shakes his head. "Or we can talk about whether or not Dorcas has to make spells to you know, keep them afloat."
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"I'm guessing a spell. I wonder if Gideon will know the spell and be able to like, use it at will, you know? Like, poof, her jumblies are restrained and then poof, they're you know, not. I think I'm going to try and steal a snapshot of her from the training room and gussy it up a bit, leave it under Gid's pillow. What do you think?"
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