'I'll try not to do it again.' Forge mumbled, answering the feeling he was getting as well as the silent looks. He knew his Twin worried and he hated the fact his actions caused that. But sometimes he couldn't help it. He'd always been the more careless of the two.
Talking with his mouthful, Fred answered Gred's question, mind automatically providing him with a list of ingredients and their stock levels of such things. 'Lacewings, billywig stings, werewolf fur... might need more of that, I'll ask Oz to sweep his cage floor.'
Swallowing, he took a sip of shake before devouring some more pancakes. 'Think we have everything, should go straight to the shop after brekkie.'
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