George F. Weasley (gredilicious) wrote in occultus,
@ 2011-11-14 21:45:00

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Who: TWINS
What: Twin Night = Movie Night + Cake
Where: Twin's Palace of AWESOME
When: 14th November
Rating: F + G for Forge and Gred
Status: Incomplete

Twin time was always a good time in George's opinion. Yes, he liked spending time with his friends and he was sure Fred felt the same. But sometimes he just wanted to tell them all to sod off and keep his Forge all to himself.

Tonight was one of those nights. Thankfully it was a Monday so they didn't have to go anywhere if they didn't want to be. The club was generally quiet on a Monday so neither Twin had to go in because Nine and Pretty had everything covered. So George decided he and his Twin should stay home and have a movie night.

He left Fred in charge of picking which movie (or movies - sometimes they did a movie marathon of a few movies) while he was in charge of the food and drinks. He piled the pillows up against the headboard of his giant bed to make it into a comfy place to lounge around and watch movies.

At first people thought he was just joking when he said he had a nine foot wide bed. But, it was no joke. George's bed was that wide. He had the room, so why not?

The bed also had blankets to ward off the winter chill in the air and a pile of sweets and snacks for the Twins to share, including a tray of mini cupcakes - perfect for eating in bed without putting crumbs everywhere. The house the Twins shared was previously owned by Muggles so it had power outlets for all the exciting Muggle gadgetry the Twins wanted. They both had inherited their father's love of Muggle things - one of their favourites being, of course, the television.

"Twin! Cake!" Gred bellowed, his voice carrying through the house to where ever his Forge was. George was rather loud when he wanted to be. "Hurry up or they'll be all gone!" He leaned back against the pillow and proceeded to munch on a cake with chocolate icing. "Mmm, so good."

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forgeous
2011-11-14 11:22 am UTC (link)

Fred was humming to himself as he rooted through a massive chest filled with video tapes, Nessie and Caff had their noses beside his as he dug through the boxes searching for the ones he wanted. Twin tails smacked against his legs as the puppies seemed to pick up on his mood. 'Yes! Found it!' He grinned at Caffrey, who had yapped excitedly when he'd spoken and patted the pup on the head. 'Indiana Jones is brilliant,' he informed the dogs, retrieving Guinness from where he'd clambered into the trunk. 'You'll love it, promise.'

Both he and George spoke to the puppies as if they were little furry people and if you asked either Twin, they’d tell you that the red setters understood every word. Closing the lid, Fred gathered up the videos and grabbed the fedoras he’d found in the depths of his wardrobe. You had to wear a hat whilst watching Indy in his. Forge’s Law. Hearing his Twin’s yell, he grinned, running along the hall to his Gred’s room, the puppies barking as they raced after him.

‘Cake!’ Fred’s eyes lit up at the sight of all the glorious junk food ready on the bed. After a wholesome home cooked roast yesterday, he’d been longing for extra sugar and colourings. ‘We’re watching Indiana Jones, all three of them, even though the woman in Temple of Doom is dead annoying.’ Pushing the door half shut, he made sure to leave a gap in case Boromir and Faramir, their Twin cats, decided to join them. Switching the telly on, he slotted the first video into the recorder and pressed play, scooping up the remotes before settling beside his Twin on the bed.

‘Hat.’ Forge pointed at the hats he’d brought with him and picked out his own, waiting for Gred to take one before setting the last on Caffrey’s head. He’d tried before with Guinness, who had promptly shaken it off.

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gredilicious
2011-11-14 12:09 pm UTC (link)

"Wicked!" George cheered when Fred announced what they'd be watching. He'd probably end up speaking with an American accent by the end of the movies, mocking Indiana Jones and spouting quotes left, right and centre, but that was half the fun.

He offered a mini cupcake to Fred after his Twin settled down on the bed beside him and then picked up a hat and plonked it on his head. George agreed - hats needed to be worn when watching Indy. "Naww, Caffrey wearing one too." He smiled at the sight of the pup wearing a hat. Caff was definitely the more calmer of the pair of puppies where as Nessie seemed more bossy and independent.

He lifted a finger to his lips and looked at each pup. "Sssh, it's starting. Watch and be educated by the awesomeness that is Indiana Jones." The puppies seemed to heed his words and settled on the bed, curious eyes turned toward the screen. Caff deciding he was comfy lying on George's feet despite the fact George tended to tap to the tunes on the telly.

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forgeous
2011-11-14 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Beaming as his Twin approved of the movie choice Fred made a fuss of settling down, making sure he had a comfy pillow nook to burrow into. He wasn’t a snuggler, but he did like to be comfy when he was sitting doing nothing but chilling out. Taking the cupcake, he bit into it, humming happily at the taste. ‘Mmm chocolatey.’

Watching as Caffrey lay across George’s feet, Fred leaned over and tilted the brim of the hat a little so the puppy could see the screen properly. Four paws trampled over his middle and he giggled, waiting for Guinness to find a soft spot he felt comfy in. Soon enough the puppy lay down with his front half draped over Fred’s thigh. He snorted in Gred’s direction when he was spoken to, before turning his attention to the telly.

‘So,’ he whispered as the credits started, ‘did Grumpy enjoy the party?’

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gredilicious
2011-11-14 09:29 pm UTC (link)

"Stole recipe off Mum. Thought mini-size would be better for watching telly." George explained softly about the cupcakes. He smiled a little, looking a little bashful for a moment. "Sorry, liberated. Stealing is wrong." Never let it be said that George didn't have morals.

Caffrey let out a little content sound when Fred moved his hat a little, eyes now glued to the movement on the screen and tail twitching every so often. George chuckled a little at Guinness' snort, leaning over and giving the cheeky mutt a little soft poke to the side. Guinness didn't even seem to flinch - so used to being poked and patted.

At the whispered words he looked up at his Twin a gave a soft smile. "Yeah, I think so," he replied, voice just as soft and quiet. "He went out of his comfort zone though. But nothing ill came of it so maybe..." At that George let the sentence hang and gave a little shrug. He was thinking maybe now that Marcus had pushed the boundaries a little and was seen in a semi-public setting with him that he might see that it wasn't so scary outside the closet. But, on the other hand, George didn't want to push.

"Last firework was wicked." George changed the subject, deciding to let the matter with Grumpy drop. "We should look into marketing something like it to the League. Would be brilliant for the displays they have during finals."

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forgeous
2011-11-19 10:09 pm UTC (link)

'Mini-size is better.' Fred smiled across at his Twin, eyes sincere in his praise. 'You're brilliant. As good as Mam at cakes and things.' A soft chuckle escaped him as Gred corrected himself. His little Twin always did seem to have more morals than him. 'Wrong.' He nodded in agreement.

Forge's hand absently stroked Nessie's back as he lay across his legs, the warm fur was soft and Fred couldn't help but stroke it. He was exactly the same with the cats and it was for this reason that he usually woke up with both Boromir and Faramir curled up with him on his bed. Often having fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning writing up ideas and petting the kitties.

Returning the soft smile, Fred felt a little bubble of happiness at his Twin's words. Marcus going to the party had been a pretty big step, not only for the Chaser, but for George too. Fred knew his brother liked the Falcon, a lot and it was only Flint's closeted status that was holding them both back. 'Maybe he'll see that it's safe outside and he doesn't have to hide.' He finished his Twin's thought naturally. Reaching up, he stroked his fingers through George's hair gently. 'We'll see, yeah.' Another little smile and he dropped his hand, picking up another snack instead.

'You liked?' he beamed at the praise, nodding enthusiastically at George's idea before getting distracted by the action on screen. 'Cool... love that giant boulder.'

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gredilicious
2011-11-20 09:46 am UTC (link)

"Aww, thanks Forge," George pretended to be a little bashful at the praise when in reality he soaked it up for all it was worth. He may try to act like he had a devil may care attitude and not give a damn what anyone thought about him. But George absolutely loved being complimented. He thrived on it, especially when the compliments came from his Twin. Fred's opinion on things mattered more than anyone else in the world's - including his own.

As Fred finished his sentence George nodded, confirming they were his exact thoughts. He leaned into the touch, taking comfort in the tactile response. "Yeah," he copied the last thing his Twin said softly, turning back to the television for a bit after Fred dropped his hand. His Forge wasn't known for lots of hugs and snuggles but Gred was used to it and wouldn't want his Twin to be any other way.

"Absolutely," George replied with all honesty before his eyes darted back to the screen. Caff shifted a bit and looked at the mini-cake in George's hand and began stalking up the bed while George was distracted by the telly. As swift as a four legged ninja, the cake was stolen in the pup's mouth as he munched happily on it. "Hey!" George complained, giving Caff a little prod, although the look on his face said he was more amused than anything else. "Sneaky puppy."

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forgeous
2011-11-23 07:56 pm UTC (link)

'It's true Greddie, and you're welcome.' He grinned at the bashfulness, knowing it wasn't entirely real. George loved compliments and in Fred's mind he deserved to receive many. His Twin was amazing in so many ways, completely brilliant too. Though if he voiced the thought too often he would be accused of being a sap.

The single word was enough for Fred to know that his George wasn't going to push the older wizard into anything. that was the thing about his Twin, he was always more conscientious of other people's feelings. Yes, they could both be as blunt as bludgers to the head, but with Fred it happened more frequently.

Out the corner of his eye, Fred saw Caffrey sneaking stealthily up the bed, but he didn't say anything, wondering if his Twin would notice the ninja puppy. At the complaint, Forge chuckled, handing Gred a replacement cake. 'You think the league would buy them for the cup matches then?' He asked quietly, mind drifting back to business despite watching television.

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gredilicious
2011-11-24 10:31 pm UTC (link)

He bent his elbow slightly and gave Forge a little bump to the side with it. Basically showing he appreciated the compliment but it was time to stop before things got too sappy. While the Twins tended to be more open with their feelings in front of one another they still weren't all touchy feely like girls.

"Thanks," he murmured, taking the replacement cake and still sending Caffrey a tiny half-arsed glare. At the question, George's attention went straight back to Fred and gave him a little look that asked 'you kidding right?'. "The fireworks would be easy to market out," George said rather bluntly in a no argument tone. "Especially if we gathered testimonials from the players at Oliver's party to say how brilliant they were. Of course, might have to change the colours depending on who was playing..."

He paused briefly, brow furrowing in thought. "How would you make a black firework for say the Bats or the Magpies?" Most fireworks were colourful and exploded against a black background of the night sky. Black on black was basically invisible. It was a challenge but George knew if anyone could figure out a solution it'd be them.

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forgeous
2011-12-14 09:00 pm UTC (link)

The elbow in his side told him it was time to stop being mushy otherwise he may as well put a dress on and be a proper girl. Watching as Caffrey licked his lips after enjoying his stolen cake, Fred grinned, leaning over to ruffle the pup's fur. 'Indy time Caff, not cake time for puppies.' The little dog gave him a quizzical look and then returned to his spot on George's feet.

At Gred's blunt statement, Forge just nodded. There was not point protesting when Greddie had that tone of voice. 'Okay, testimonials would be good. I'm sure Olly would be glad to help out getting those. At least from the Puddlemere lot.' Another nod followed the point about colours and he ran through the team strips in his head.

A little frown creased his brow at the same moment a his Twin and he lapsed into silence as he thought, eyes watching the bar fight on screen but mind elsewhere for the time being. 'Very dark indigo would just shimmer against black sky. that would be effective enough. The Magpies we'd mix with white and the Bats red, for contrast and distinction between teams.'

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gredilicious
2011-12-15 12:15 pm UTC (link)

"How 'bout we get them to trial them at the next Puddlemere game? Then other teams can see them and want them for themselves. You know, play the jealousy card a little. The 'You've got that, well I want that too but better' tactic." George gave a little shrug, letting Fred have the final call on what business strategy they'd use to market the fireworks. Both Twins had a good head for business but neither would do something major in regards to either of their businesses without consulting the other. At least, George didn't... 99.9% of the time, anyway.

Teeth worried over his bottom lip in thought as they lapsed into silence, the sounds on the telly the only sound in the room for a bit. His eyes darted back to his Twin when Forge spoke again, nodding at the idea and visualising it in his mind. "It'll be brilliant." Gred stated simply, knowing their idea would take off and be successful.

A dark head popped inside the gap at the door and George grinned. "Coming in Faramir?" The cat looked up and meowed softly before slinking his way into the room and pouncing onto the side of the bed that Fred was on. Guinness looked up from the screen and sniffed at Faramir before settling again and watching Indiana. Faramir padded the blankets a bit, needing them like dough to make them more comfortable, before settling next to Forge's leg with a low content purr.

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