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[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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[SHE IS NOT HOME. MERLIN'S BEARD WHAT IS THIS YELLING.]

Fred. For Godric's sake, what?

[Your favourite brother is mentally and emotionally disturbed, WHY ARE YOU NOT HOME TO FIX IT.]

Your--. The bloody--. It's--.

[HUFF.]

Make it stop.

What?

[She's actually sort of concerned and is on her way back to the cabin with a new supply of biscuits (you'd think it's all they ate, Merlin's beard). But she's staring, bewildered, at her device.]

Make what stop? Are you alright?

No, I'm not bloody alright. I'm fairly certain I'll be needing St. Mungo's to fix this catastrophe.

[Be so, so very concerned, little sister.]

If you blew off an ear to match George, I'll hex the other one for good measure.

[She is Serious about this. But honestly. What the hell is going on.]

Don't you sodding dance around the subject or I'm going to assume the worst! What happened?

[He doesn't know how to explain this rubbish, okay? It's just too much for words.]

Just, look at the sodding--!

[There's a blip! and this pops up:]

--fuck!

[Someone's been spending too much time with Nathan. There's a crash and a clatter - Fred did throw the device this time.]

You're going to need to calm down if I'm supposed to—

What—?

[Excuse her, Fred, she might have dropped her device on the ground as she feels vaguely like throwing up. Or hexing something. Or both.]

For the love of all that's magical, where... that isn't—that can't—

[No, she definitely sounds like she might be ill.]

What did you do.

[If his voice sounds far away and as though he's shouting, it's because he is both. He's not going near the device again.]

I didn't do anything! Make it stop!

[Then they are in similar positions because Ginny is yelling at hers from a good foot away. In the middle of the forest.]

You think I can fix this? Just short of throwing a Blasting Curse at it, I don't know—I'm not a Muggle! I don't bloody understand those things! You make it stop!

[She hasn't seen either Harry or Malfoy in ages. This is not what she needed her first new memory of them to be.]

I think I might actually vomit.

Think I haven't already? I've half the mind to off myself and save this rubbish the trouble.

[Well, Fred's seen him plenty recently - when he was dying. This is not the image he wants painted of his essentially younger brother.]

Don't you dare, I've only just gotten you back.

[Snappy, irritable, and she still can't get that image out of her head. Wand drawn and device buttons carefully prodded at until it cancels out the pop-up. Too late, though. Damage done.]

Can we Obliviate each other? Or live off of Dreamless Sleep Potion for the rest of our lives? I'm going to have nightmares.

[Oi, he's the one being directly subjected to these horrors. Why is he the one being snapped at? :c]

It's all for naught, little sister. There's no hope left for us.

[She's joking, but.]

I don't know if I can stand to date him again after seeing that.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

Oi, sod off. I've just imagined Harry snogging Malfoy.

[He might actually die. Again.]

[And now Ginny's sounding like she's just gagged on a Puking Pastille.]

Never say those names in the same sentence as snogging ever again. Merlin, Fred. I was on my way to forgetting it. It's hard enough thinking about Harry without bringing that slimy ferret into the equation.

[Back to rubbing his eyes.]

We're getting absolutely nowhere here. Just get home and we'll have supper and go to sleep and if we're very, very lucky, forget all of this ever happened. Or never wake up. I'm not sure which I'd prefer at this point.

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