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[The faces of the passerby's to the device's lens seem to be reflecting a range from distinct lack of interest to mild amusement to extreme confusion. They also appear to be shielding their heads from something, but from the device's position, it isn't quite clear what.

That is, until the throng clears enough for the device to get a good shot of the fountain - and what appears to be an aquatic apparition thrashing about in the center of it all. Wrapped in one of its many tendrils can be seen a man in slightly tattered clothes, though his most distinct feature is the flaming red hair that might be somewhat familiar to select residents of the City. He is also screaming and flailing against the monster theatrically.]

No! No! Somebody, stop this beast! This is no way for a man to go! No!

[As the creature lifts him to its mouth(?), he confines himself to his fate and shouts to whatever observers have stuck around to watch the events unfold.]

Tell my family - I love them!

[But it's too late for him. The monster slips him into its translucent mouth and he can be seen sliding through the watery entrails - and then sliding right back out through the stomach, depositing him just close enough to get a better view of him. His concentration broken, the monster collapses back to its original position in the fountain, thoroughly soaking the man and the other observers in the process. They look annoyed. He looks...disappointed.]

Bugger. Another flop. [He turns to the device with something of a smile, putting his abundant freckles and soft brown eyes into view.] The stomach's supposed to be more akin to jelly, see? The idea was suspension, not lubrication.

[He sighs and gets to his feet, brushing himself off despite his dripping wet state.]

All in due time. Let's go it again. Come on, Georgie.

[He addresses another, though he is quite noticeably alone, and it's only in this that his voice takes a slightly less chipper tone. All that can be seen is his back and the strange, ethereal movement of the water as he walks back over to the fountain and the device shuts off.]

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[ooc; Fred is officially in the City! :D He hasn't quite figured out the device yet, though he played with it for a good while beforehand because that was curious minds do! Feel free to say your character was an unfortunate observer or just happened to pass him by or whatever, really. As a side note, I'm going to be disappearing around 1pm-ish today, so tags may come slow after that, but backtagging is love and I will reply as quickly as possible! Go crazy, you silly kids! ♥]

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[It's all good. Fred'll just take any opportunity to move away from the topic of his missing saint.]

Curses? Blokes're putting curses on you lot?

What happened to the gorgeous women?

Haven't got to look to the Heavens to find that one, Claire.

Oh. Neville is a person. Right! Glad that's cleared up, I thought it was an odd thing to call somebody bad with magic. [ He has to chuckle a little at that, too. Sorry, Neville, wherever you are. ] But nice to meet you, Fred. As much as you can meet somebody over a video. We'll just have to imagine the handshake, I suppose.

[This time, she does scoff.]

Oh, please.

Mothers. What can you do with em.

[He laughs, shaking his head a little. It's just too much fun.]

All right, that one was lousy. I'll give you that.

[Still laughing, he leans back against the lip of the fountain and tilts his head up towards the City sky, speaking softly and with far more blatant honesty than anyone other than George is really privy to, as if to make amends for his terrible one-liners.]

I've got Gin. Figure that counts as Heaven enough for me.

[He ought to have much less.]

Not blokes. Deities. At least that's what they call themselves.

And I hope that 'you lot' includes you. They don't lay off just because you're new here.

[She watches, waiting until after his little demonstration to speak.]

I can see that.

That stick must come in very helpful. What else can it do?

How do you control it?

['Perfectly fine' is believable for now, in lieu of her much needed laughter. Fred does not like seeing his siblings upset, but he can't quite go about making a mockery of whatever's doing the upsetting if he doesn't know what it is. He wants to know, might even need to because nothing should ever have her in such rare form, but that isn't the first step to recovery. If she's got it in her to laugh at a silly prank, then it can't be too terrible, right? Right?

No matter. Fred's all grins and laughter anyway, letting his newfound friend sway precariously to the side as he props himself up on his elbows. Even if the water monster hadn't been in the fountain with them, he'd've assumed she meant him, if only because everything is about him, naturally.]

'course it is! D'you have any idea how much trouble I went through to be here for this? Trans-dimensional time travel's no easy feat, I'll have you know.

[Because clearly he came here just for her. Even though he didn't actually come here. There can just be no other reasoning. Family sticks together, so he reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully and let her know he is here. Regardless of everything that's happened in between, he's here now, and as far as he's concerned, that's the only thing that matters.]

Blimey. Knew we'd piss off a god or two somewhere along the way, but I didn't expect to be cursed by any.

[He thinks about it for a second, then shrugs playfully.]

Sounds like fun.

[He laughs just a little.]

S'not a stick, love. It's a wand, and it can do just about anything I'd like it to.

[He scratches his head.]

Kind of a loaded question, innit? It's just a touch of magic.

[Grinning just a little.]

Fred Weasley. Nice to meet a chap with his wits about him.

[Grinning is happening now.]

Quite ready, yes.

[He grins right back.]

Cheers.

[And Fred turns back to the water, eyes deep set in concentration because all magic, especially a spell of his own making, requires absolute focus; but traces of the smile stay on in the way he marvels at his own production as it begins to form and wrap itself around the both of them. It was rather fun, which is partially why he decides to have another go with her, but also because he wants to test out this not breathing thing for himself.

Sure enough, as the monster swallows them both, he feels the cold surround him - but none of the base instinct that says 'air, you need air.' It surprises him once again, and though he actually managed to accomplish some semblance of the suspension originally desired, it breaks his focus and they both go splashing back down into the fountain's pool, at which point he just lays in the water laughing loudly.]

This is you we're talking about. I'd say it was a fair amount of trouble and well worth it, too.

[Ginny is shaking her head, a fond grin tugging at her lips, and she finally hauls herself up to her feet, dripping fountain water everywhere. She pushes her sopping wet hair out of her eyes and extends a hand to her brother, jerking her head back to the pavement, suddenly all business. After all, if she focuses on the simple and important tasks like settling him in, informing him of the City, explaining her situation (and hopefully being composed enough to explain his), she'll manage to be alright. No tears, no desperation, no panic. Just alright.]

Come on, then. Wizard or not, you can't wear those clothes and I know a place that has just your size. [The old cabin in the forest has a closet full of the twins' clothes. Merlin, that's weird.] And I promise I'll answer any questions you've got, too.

[That's a bit more like Ginny, taking care of business but not without sparing a moment to make a jab at him, and it's a damn welcome sight. He takes hold of her hand and pulls himself to his feet as the monster crashes back to the bottom of the fountain. Making a mental note to finish work on a treat to dry soaked clothes without threatening to melt the lining of your stomach, Fred shakes as much of water out of his hair as he can, not entirely unlike a dog. Grins abound, little sister, and he tucks his wand back in his pocket.]

Excellent. First things first, then. When the bloody Hell did you become so damned gorgeous? I'm not going to have to interrogate any extraterrestrial boy-toys, am I?

[Arms crossed and eyebrows wagging up and down teasingly, it's rather difficult to know if he's serious or not. Or rather, it would be if Ginny wasn't a Weasley and close enough to him to know better. Obviously this is the most pressing matter after being teleported to a strange new realm and being nearly hugged to death.]

Oh, for Merlin's sake.

[She snorts, wading through the water and clambering over the lip of the fountain before wringing out her vivid mane of hair. She's forming a decent puddle on the street but funnily enough, people aren't really giving them a second glance - mostly because people landing in the fountain seem to be a common occurrence in the City.]

I'm not dating anyone, if that's what you're so afraid of. [And Ginny arches an eyebrow at him, drawing her wand - to dry herself, naturally, but it might look like she's considering hexing her brother for his comment, too.] And I thought I've always been gorgeous, thank you very much. What a thing to say to your favourite sister.

[Fact is, she doesn't know how he's going to react when she tells him she's three years older than he remembers. To be honest, she's a little worried about it. She knows she was fairly distressed by arriving here a couple years back and finding Ron older than he was meant to be. He'd only been here two years... and, Merlin, it looked like she was going to be here for three if her bad luck held out. But she might like to stay a bit longer now that she can have extra time with her brother.]

[Nathan grins.]

Oh, they are. Or can be. It's best to just ignore the shitty ones, though.

Ah, but of course. Nothing like a good, shite curse to make you appreciate the warm, tingly ones.

And yet it's the warm, tingly ones everyone likes to complain about. People are so backwards here.

All they need's someone to set 'em straight. A firm jab to the spine ought to do the trick.

Care to try it out?

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