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"Evening, ladies and gents. I am currently unavailable, and can't promise I won't be blown to bits or otherwise indisposed for the rest of the night, so really, contacting me here's mostly a bad job. Sorry!"

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[Bloody Hell. He's been doing all this without his knowing?]

Sneaky little bugger, aren't you? [A small, very small laugh.] 's brilliant, Ron, really. I can even use these to break down for materials and use as templates.

[Yeah, he's already formulating plans and thinking of what they'll be needing, but his eyes are so not focused on the contents of the box. They're worlds away, in an explosively lively store with people whose voices he may never hear again, or at home with people he'll never be able to slip a Ton-Tongue to again. Distant planets, but they're more like memories cuz that's all they're allowed to be anymore. He laughs.]

This is spectacular.

Learned from the best. [He bites back a smirk before glancing at his brother curiously.] How's that? We've hardly our magic let alone the creatures you two made those from.

[Still, he relaxes and tries to release all pangs roiling his stomach. He had been afraid of how his brother would response, but it didn't seem all too bad right now. So he clears his throat.]

Hoped you would think as much.

's all about replication. Alchemy's not purely magic, you know, there's a sort of science to it.

[Muggle science! Should be exciting to tinker with, in the very least. If only Dad were here to see. If only George were here to help, but that's a whole 'nother can of worms. Fred grins, a sort of shade of his normal exuberance, and gives Ron a rare gift of his own.]

Thank you.

Neither of us have bothered to study that. 'Sides, whose to say that will work here?

[But he does turn faintly pink and shrug his shoulders.]

Don't mention it.

Then we'll have to muss around 'til we find what does, aye?

[He closes the box and tucks it under one of his arms.]

And risk that flush of yours spreading to your toes? I couldn't dare. Not another word on the matter.

Suppose so. You're for it, then?

[Thank you, Fred, for making him flush more.]

Oy, shut it you. Be nice to you and you just go tear the mickey? I'll remember that for next time.

You know it, mate.

[This is necessary, okay? He needs to hide how shaken he really is.]

Bollocks, I thought this was nice.

Brilliant.

[That? That gets a snort.]

For you, maybe.

Consider it a work in progress, hm?

That what you're calling it now, then?

For the time being, in the very least.

[He gives a wink, because that is most definitely a sign that at some point, he'll be giving up entirely. You know how Fred is. He quiets a moment, eyes falling from his brother to someplace that can't be found outside of his own mind, before his lips quirk just a little.]

Well, seems I've some work to be getting to now. I'll let you know when I've got a sort of plan of attack, hm?

[He rose a conspicuous bro, but otherwise nodded, lips downturned.]

Oy, don't you go do everything on your own. I'm the one with the notes by the blokes from these people.

You've notes from who now?

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action!

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action!

action! who's****

action! who's what now?

i typoed whose it's supposed to be who's* okay

ooooh, I gotcha. lmao. I hadn't even noticed. |D

i did sob

(cozy)

/clings

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