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[ accidental video ]

[Alright, so. Porn. Nothing too humiliating because, hello, Fred has no shame. So all you see is him sitting with his head resting in one of his hands as he digs through the lot of it, sniggering and shaking his head as he goes along.

UNTIL HE FINDS THIS.

WHY

DOES THIS

EXIST.

Fred's face immediately turns to horror and he almost throws the device, he backs away so fast.]

What? What is it?

[George's voice comes from across the room, but Fred can't spare him a glace. He keeps his eyes glued in absolute terror as though the images might attack him should he show his back, and slowly moves towards the bedroom door and rips it open.]

Ginny. Ginny!

[FUCK. HORROR. TERROR. He runs from the room, continuing to scream his sister's name because what in Merlin's name is going on here. Curious as to what has his twin so disturbed, George climbs from his bed to Fred's and peeks at the device. Cue the same instant horror.]

Oh, bloody--.

[He feigns retching noises and claps a hand over his mouth before turning to follow in his brother's footsteps from the room. The feed continues to proudly display these images until it times out and shuts off.]

[ooc; Congratulations on your first curse, Fred! :D Just so you know, they actually showed Tom Felton those first two manips on one of those talk show things. I have the reaction .gifs here and here just for fun. Digging around for that last one mentally scarred me so YOU GUYS BETTER APPRECIATE IT

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Oi, I haven't quite said that. They aren't dating, strictly speaking, but it's no secret they fancy each other. I might even approve of it someday.

[...well, no. He does, already. He won't be there to approve of it when they finally do start dating.]

Is he here?

Brilliant. Thank you, dearest brother. You can leave me to wither and rot here now.

[Face buried in the table okok. He'd be dying if he wasn't already dead.]

[There is just going to be the sound of clattering and static as Fred tackles George and the devices fall to the floor.]

Now there's a thought. We'll have to test this theory straight away.

[Family is an emergency, okok.]

Find out just what we have to do in order to achieve a positive result.

Nah. Reckon you'd know if he were.

Which leaves plenty of room for experimentation. Spectacular.

It's not nearly so fun if you limit everything.

Would I?

Ooooh. That's... That's incredible!

I knew a man here who had cat ears, but then he also said he was a cat.

[More clattering and a great deal of laughter.]

Alright then. Let it out, Fred. No good keeping this stuff bottled up.

If you insist on doing that, at least go into the garden first. We have to eat off this table.

[Sick, little sister boy things. He makes a retching noise.]

Much as it pains me to say, if you don't snog him the moment you see him next, I'll have to live with this image haunting me forever.

Limitations are just excuses not to try, if you ask me. We like to set our sights higher.

[Oh, Fred. Don't bring up Harry that way. It's been too damn long and she's so uncertain.]

I suppose it depends on whether or not he still fancies me.

[Or the other way around? Except, no. No, she'll always fancy Harry, even when she was with other blokes.]

Oh, absolutely. You'd notice an abrupt increase terrible misdoings. He's quite the charm, Harry.

[He laughs just a little.]

We've a few of those back home as well, though they're mostly tossed beyond reason.

[He's not. Fred's got a lot of ideas about the world and one of them's that you lot are meant to be together in a horrendously adorable sort of way.]

He'd be a fool not to. Or maybe blind. Seriously, love, you are breathtaking.

[A damn sight better than Draco, in the least. He makes another retching noise - entirely different cause this time.]

[Fred makes some largely comical sobs. They almost sound like laughs, but he's trying very hard to keep the joke running. Sobbing. Everywhere.

No, okay. He's laughing too.]

Are you really thinking of eating right now? I'm spiraling into a depression and you're thinking of supper.

It's not my fault you decided to have your mental breakdown in the kitchen. If you don't want everyone thinking of food, have it in the living room.

[There's more muffled laughter and scrambling from George's device, as well as what sounds a great deal like 'geroff!']

I like that about you.

[She's halfway to feeling touched when Fred retches.]

Oh, yeah. I'll really believe that while you're being sick all over your trainers.

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