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[Welcome to the City, newcomers and old attendees alike! It's not too bad a day outside: nice weather, an atmosphere filled with tearful reunions and loud rejoicing - what a perfect day to go wandering about. But be careful, friends, and keep a watchful eye on the sky. As per usual, the Weasley twins are up to no good. Quite literally, this time around!

You may hear distant shouts - is that elation or fear? You may hear the sound of falling objects followed by a distinct splat! - is that fruit or something hitting the ground? So many signs of oncoming terror, but it's really quite difficult to know what to expect when it comes to these two, and that's when it'll hit you.]



[A whoosh of wind, a flash of color and bam! - it hits you in the form of a nice, big ball of paint thrown by these mischievous gingers as they fly above your head on their brooms, satchels of the little horrors hanging from across their chests. They'll look back at their handiwork with a grin before turning to high five each other.]

Excellent work, Georgie! Think your aim's improved!

[George answers by nailing a unsuspecting citizen in the back of the head, before turning to grin smugly at his twin.]

You were saying?

[Fred only barks with laughter in response before returning to the game. Because it is, after all, nothing but a game for them. And you lot are the prey. As you watch them sailing off on their path of mayhem, you may feel overcome with a sense of anger and resentment and oh! - was this paint always red? Or maybe you'll feel blue in light of your ruined outfit and hey! - now that's blue too! That's right, dear visitors, you've been hit with mood reflecting paint. These scoundrels aim to paint the day with all sorts of lovely emotions.

But not to worry, there may be justice for you scarlet-with-rage victims! After all, they've got to land to refuel sometime...]

[ooc; 4th wall is upon us and the twins are ready to play ball! anything and everything is open, and we welcome retaliation for their douchebaggery. the city was devoid of color for the past week. they just had to return it! both fred and george will be responding, as always!]

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[anotherbiscuit.livejournal.com]

[ Well, exploring had been fairly interesting until Minerva acquired a face full of blue paint. It's not exactly a comfortable situation, you'll understand, when she draws her wand out to remove the paint. ]

[onlyholey]

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Oh, bugger.]

[anotherbiscuit.livejournal.com]

Hello, Misters Weasley.

[ What, should she be elated to see you after this display of indecent defaming? ]

Is this how you represent the Wizarding Community in this City? I can't exactly say I approve.

[onlyholey]

Alright, Professor! We're just doing our best to restore some colour to this place.

[feorge]

[Man, how is it this woman can still scare him even after he's dead?

Smiles all over, Professor.]

It's a bit of humanitarian work, Professor! We're doing our part. For the community, see?

[anotherbiscuit.livejournal.com]

[ It's her job, Fred. Also she's Scottish. ]

I'm sure you're not making a word of sense, either of you. The color looks just fine to me.

[ Aka: Try Again, Boys. ]

[onlyholey]

Of course it looks fine, now. But who knows when it may get cross-eyed again?

[feorge]

We like to consider this being prepared. I'd rather not be caught unawares in another of Luna's nightmares.

[anotherbiscuit.livejournal.com]

By shooting around balls of paint when everything's in color as it is? Oh yes. Your genius is very much going to use here.

[onlyholey]

Cheers, professor. We like to think so.

[feorge]

Knew you'd understand.

[Because McGonagall's always understood their ploys, right? :D]

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[alwaysadoe.livejournal.com]

[Lily is attempting to avoid the paint, sneaking about carefully with wand in one hand when she finally sees a familiar face, even if she does appear a bit older than she's accustomed to.]

Professor McGonagall. [And that is a smile. It's nice to see her, even if she did see her a few days ago at an Order of the Phoenix meeting.]

[anotherbiscuit.livejournal.com]

[ Professor McGonagall prides herself on her general unshakable nerve, ability to deal with the unexpected and command over the students in her care. Even she can't blame herself for faltering at the sight of Lily Potter: alive, breathing and looking very well. ]

Merlin's beard...

[alwaysadoe.livejournal.com]

[Minerva's reaction to Lily is only one in a long line of confirmations that back home, Voldemort does kill her. She gives Minerva a gentle smile.]

It's okay.

[That simple reassurance is both forgiveness for the faltering and some sort of security for Minerva that really, Lily is alright with what happened, with what she did.]