the man who laughed in the face of death

[ video ]

[The post is coming from Fred's device, but when the video feed clicks on, George is standing there with a grin and.....flowers coming from the hole where his ear used to be. Several of them, bright as the glint in his eyes. Something is clearly Not Quite Right, but he looks right as rain.]

Know something, City? 's a bit annoying, waking up to your brother's face. Going from handsome as the Devil to, well...that. Tends to make a bloke feel a touch lopsided.

[His lips quirk, and maybe he's doing his best not to laugh when he hears someone else coming down the hall. He turns to look, flowers bouncing along with him, and then he's definitely doing his best not to laugh.

The twin who certainly looks much more like Fred comes into frame, wearing a rather bulky looking jumper and a knitted hat with a large bobble on the top. He gives his brother a sterm look.]

What did you just stick in my head?

S'pose that depends. Are you trying to make me look like a sack of potatoes?

[The conversation makes no sense, but the twins look right pleased with themselves. The feed ends with snorted laughter and George's(?) hand smacking the device.]

[ooc; Body Swap! Can't you guys just see the difference? Both twins will reply from curse journals, feorgeous and ingredible, and they are open to action around the City if you'd like to bump into them! Tags will be a little slow as well. Holiday season is upon us! ♥]

[ voice ]

We seem to be sans one four-eyed undesirable and up one horrendous looking gnome. Odd thing for Harry to keep in his room, but I'm hardly one to knock another bloke's fet--

[Lude comment cut short by what sounds like a chair scraping across the floor. Fred's quiet a moment.]

Hang on. Little bigger seems to have found its way to the kitchen. How'd you get down here, you ugly little--?

[Silence again, and then Fred laughs.]

I've taught you lot better pranks than this. 's just pathetic.

[He falls silent once again, but this time, there's only the scrape of his chair again and then nothing for a few minutes before the feed times out.]

[ /voice ]

[ooc; Harry is gone, but Fred is not! Yet, at least. 8)]

[ accidental video ]

[An absolute silence hangs between the twins as they stare at a picture frame hanging on the wall. Some might recognize the photo within it, others still might recognize the Hall it's posted in. And even if they don't, Fred and George can hardly spare a moment to care, because that silence has a rather tight grasp on them, forcing them to recognize them both for what it is.

Ronald Weasley has left the City.

Fred looks over to George, a look of discontent (and perhaps even anger) clear on his face, before looking back over to the frame.]

So that's it, then? Gone without so much as a sound, just a photograph in some dreadful hallway?

You tell me. You've the one who's been here longer.

[George runs a hand over his face. Without even thinking about it, his hand reaches out and grips firmly onto Fred's shoulder.]

He'd barely even got here.

[Fred visibly tenses at the hand on his shoulder, much as it should be a comfort, and he looks up to the ceiling for a moment before shaking his head.]

Unbelievable tosspot.

[His voice does not sound strained there, thank you very much, and there is nothing even close to a deep, shaky exhale to follow before he shrugs George's hand from his shoulder and turns to leave.]

We ought to go muck up his room. Test out those new fireworks.

[George crosses his arms and fixes Fred with a hard stare.]

Don't be a prat, Fred. That's the last thing everyone needs right now.

The last thing everyone needs right now--!

[In the process of shouting, and Fred only stops to notice the device is recording them. A low string of swear words can be heard as he walks up to it and his hand covers the feed for the briefest of moments before everything starts spinning and the feed ends with a crash!]

[ video ]

[Welcome, citizens of the City, to yet another of the Weasley twins' home videos. Today's segment is brought to you by the color green, because at the moment, that's all that's really to be seen: fast moving expanses of green. It takes a moment to focus and clear, but eventually the green can be recognized as the leaves of trees, though what exactly has them moving by so quickly isn't entirely clear until the ground comes into view and Fred turns the camera to himself.]

Evening, mates. Georgie and I've a special treat for you lot today, though particularly for our dearly beloved baby sister. Pay close attention, now.

[There's really no need for close attention though, because as he starts filming his progression through the forest (this time by foot), a wide clearing comes into view. It wasn't made by natural means, and there are three long posts at either end that raise up quite a ways before ending in hoops. Fred gets a good faraway shot of it before turning the camera to his brother, who oddly enough, has a broom in hand, as well as a fair sized ball under the other arm.]

Thank you, Fred. Now I am aware that a great deal of you are woefully ignorant on the subject, so here we go. Say hello to Quiddich, City. The best bloody sport known to wizard kind. The main objective of the game is so get these, [He holds up one of the bright red balls.] through there. [He then points to the large lollipop-like hoops several hundred feet in the air. ] There are bludgers and snitches and other things to worry about, but that’s the main idea. Which is where the brooms come in handy.

[Chuckling a bit, Fred turns the view back to himself as he starts walking again.]

Not bad work for just under a month, eh? But we're not here to bore you with the details of construction and gameplay, brilliant though it may be. We're here to recruit, and before you can ask what for, we've decided to show you.

[A neat swish can be heard, and then the camera begins the move again, but rather than the jerky movements of Fred walking, it's moving smoothly - and filming Fred walking before it to join his brother's side, both with their own broom in hand. You can see him turn to him and grin, a quiet "Ready?" passing between them. They mount their brooms at the same time, and then they're off, zipping about the miniature pitch with Fred following close on George's tail. They make a show of spinning about the hoops and doing tricks across the field before Fred knocks into George and takes the ball - a Quaffle, as it were - and rushes off to the goalposts in an attempt to throw it through the highest of the three hoops. George intercepts and takes the ball back, heading to the other posts to throw it through lazily. It's enough of a demonstrations for them, and they fly past each other in the center of the field with a high five before making their way back to the device. Fred lands neatly and takes it back in hand to film George again.]

All there is to it! How many of you think you could handle that?

And allergic to sports or not, you'll not be getting out of this one, Hermione!

[Fred's grinning for it, but it sounds an awful lot like a subtle threat. Quidditch is very serious business, you know. There's laughter, another high five of victory and accomplishment, and then the feed shuts off.]



[ooc; The twins made a Quidditch pitch! They know Ginny's been itching for a game and they have everything else - brooms and enchanted balls (teehee) - so this was really all there was left to do. I know Gin's already been giving flying lessons, but anyone else that wants in is more than welcome. They need at least 14 people to play a proper game, but they can make do with what they get. Both George and Fred will be replying!]

[ video || open action ]



[At first, the loud crack! that comes from outside does not sound entirely unlike thunder; maybe a storm is brewing? But the first is quickly followed by another, and then dozens more. Strange behavior for thunder, but surely it's not completely unheard of? 

Then starts the bright flashes of light, every color imaginable whirring about in sparklers and Catherine wheels, and there is absolutely no mistaking this for lightning.

That's right. A large display of fireworks has been set off in the center of the Square, and if the large, glittering W in the sky is any sort of hint, it's easy to understand this feat to be at the hands of a Weasley - specifically, one wolfishly grinning Fred Weasley, who is standing beneath the W with a vast spread of various objects before him.]

Welcome, ladies and gentlefolk, to the City's first ever Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! Come on down and take a peek at our stock - we've got Trick Wands, Ton-Tongue Toffees, as well as various Skiving Snackboxes; not to mention the ever popular Wonder Witch Products, such as the Love Potions and Ten Second Pimple Removers. It's guaranteed a good laugh! Just follow the W!

[And just as he says the last word, another thunderous boom! lets loose two enormous dragons composed entirely of fireworks. They circle about the ever crackling W before spreading off and exploding into still more firecrackers that whizz off into the distance. Fred grins wildly, tips an invisible hat upon his head, and the feed shuts off.]

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