oo8.

[feorge]

[ voice ]

We seem to be sans one four-eyed undesirable and up one horrendous looking gnome. Odd thing for Harry to keep in his room, but I'm hardly one to knock another bloke's fet--

[Lude comment cut short by what sounds like a chair scraping across the floor. Fred's quiet a moment.]

Hang on. Little bigger seems to have found its way to the kitchen. How'd you get down here, you ugly little--?

[Silence again, and then Fred laughs.]

I've taught you lot better pranks than this. 's just pathetic.

[He falls silent once again, but this time, there's only the scrape of his chair again and then nothing for a few minutes before the feed times out.]

[ /voice ]

[ooc; Harry is gone, but Fred is not! Yet, at least. 8)]

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voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

I'm not worrying.

[This as she reaches for her phone and tries to call him, anyway.]

You're the one who felt like announcing an empty room to the whole network. Watch him come waltzing through the front door in the next five minutes—I hope you feel ridiculous.

voice;

[feorge]

The only ridiculous thing about this situation is this bloody gnome he had sitting in the middle of the floor. When he comes waltzing in, you best ask him why it's decided to stalk me.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

A gnome?

[She didn't even notice that in the initial entry because she was so focused on Harry.]

From... our garden? Because you know that lot likes us for the most part. If it's stalking you, I reckon it's because you throw them the farthest.

voice;

[feorge]

Oh, yeah. That'd make sense.

[Ego inflation, get!]

But this isn't like the sort back home. It's a bit...less sack-of-potatoes and more offset-Santa-impersonation.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Eurgh, yeah, I've seen those as... decorations, sometimes. Merlin knows why, they're uglier than the ones we've got.

[Pause.]

Maybe Harry got one as an early Christmas gift?