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George F. Weasley ([info]gredilicious) wrote in [info]occultus,
@ 2011-10-18 02:02:00


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Entry tags:char: weasley twins

Who: TWINS (with a cameo from the pups)
When: Early morning
Where: Twinville
Rating: T - for Twins
Summary: Shenanigans... craziness, who knows?

Ten feet padded - well, technically, two feet and eight paws - softly on the floor leading to the room at the end of the hall. The owner of the feet turned to the two puppies following him and made a shushing motion with his finger to his lips before turning back to the door and opening it ever so slowly. Peering inside, a devilish grin spread on George's face as his eyes fell upon his still slumbering Twin.

"Okay," he spoke in a very soft voice as he crouched down and addresses the puppies. "He's still asleep so here's the plan. We sneak in... not yet, Guinness," He paused, putting a hand in front of one of the pups. "We sneak in. You two climb onto the edge of his bed... and then pounce."

The puppies wagged their tails, seeming to like the plan. George pushed open the door and the puppies obediently went along with the plan, sneaking in and climbing on the side of the bed (with a little assistance from George). He held up his hand and counted to three and then the pups pounced and initiated a Puppy Attack on their victim - licking, nudging and generally bothering the sleeping Twin awake.



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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-24 10:56 am UTC (link)
Normally one would worry when someone they cared about mentioned that they used the last of the burn salve yesterday. But George knew that this time of year meant more burns - not just for Fred but for both of them. After all, Fred couldn't have all the fun testing out the fireworks by himself.

"New rockets?" George's eyes lit up with excitement. Anything that made a lot of noise and exploded in sparkles and bright colours was alright in his book. "Better than last year?" He continued to inquire, wondering what ideas Forge had already come up with.

George nodded in agreement to both suggestions, mirroring the grin. With a flick of his wand, the dishes went to the sink and started to wash themselves. It was a handy little spell but if you didn't set a time limit on it the dishes would wash themselves into oblivion - thankfully, George did set a time limit and by the time they got home the dishes would be clean, dry and put away.

He stood from his seat and stretched a little, before running a hand through his hair and ruffling it further - making his red locks more of a mess. "Okay, ready to go."

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[info]forgeous
2011-11-26 02:52 pm UTC (link)
'New rockets.' Fred grinned with a nod, loving the way his Twin's eye lit up with an excited spark. His Gred loved big bangs and sparkles. Probably why he'd slept with both Flint and Tiger-Lily. 'Well a bit better I think.' A self depreciating smile curved his lips momentarily. 'I don't know, you'll have to give me your opinion.'

His eyes were drawn to the movement as the dishes started washing themselves. He hadn't quite got the hang of that charm yet. He hadn't go the hang of most household charms actually, mainly because he couldn't be bothered to practice them. Mirroring his Twin's stretch (at exactly the same moment), he looked down at his clothing and shrugged. 'Yeah, ready to go.'

So what if he was still wearing pajama bottoms? Nobody came into the work room at the back of the shop if they were inventing. Not even Verity. As for the Apothecary's, he was sure they wouldn't mind, so long as his money was real.

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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-28 10:09 am UTC (link)
"Probably brilliant." George grinned, his voice filled with encouragement. To him, Fred was the best fireworks making in the universe and despite the fact he was biased he could name quite a number of people who weren't that all thought the same. "We should bring some of the prototypes home and test them out tonight. Weather forecast doesn't appear to be too bad so it won't ruin them."

He let out a little cheer when Fred said he was ready. George didn't care what his Twin was wearing. As long as everything he didn't want to see was covered then Forge could wear whatever he wanted around his Gred. He could even wear a scuba diving outfit with snow boots and a centurion helmet if he really wanted to and George would not be bothered in the slightest.

He reached out and tugged his Twin into a hug - the only warning Fred got that George was going to apparate them directly into the back room. The wards were keyed to only let either Twin past them. Anyone else - including Verity - had to wait till the wards were lowered to even apparate within three feet of the place.

"Need to grab some money out of the safe for Apothecary," George let go of his brother and moved over to the safe, unlocking it with a complicated set of spells and combination locks.

Most of their money was in a vault at Gringotts in their name but they had money for shop supplies in the safe. It was much quicker than having to deal with the goblins. Not that George had anything against goblins, just that sometimes they asked too many questions. "Okay, Apothecary first then work on Halloween items? Or maybe start a few things with what we already have here?"

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