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Degoming the Garden and Twins- April 5th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at November 29th, 2006 (10:56 pm)

current location: The garden
Mental State: frustrated
Background Chatter: Harry cursed and gnomes giggling

I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry.

Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!

I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast.

Does he not realize he could have died?

Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit.

I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing.

Wouldn't want to tempt him.

"Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest."

I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty.

Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?

"Fucking, no good, worthless—"

The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside.

What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

"Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"


Posted by: Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
Posted at: November 30th, 2006 03:01 am (UTC)
Ron: Horrified

"It's quite simple actually," George says and pulls a vial of polyjuice potion out of his pocket. "I drop a few of Harry's—"

"I'm going to be Harry," Fred interjects. "I don't want to be Ron!"

"We've been over this Fred," George sighs and taps the top of his Polyjuice vial. "You have to be Ron because I'm older."

"Hold on," I interject. "I may rethink this whole thing. I don't know if I want either of you two pretending to be—"

"Ron," Harry nudges me in the ribs. "I don't want to go to this damn ceremony."

"Fine," I grunt and cross my arms over my chest. "But I want George to be me."

"Fine," Harry smirks. "I want Fred to be me—he's the smart one."

I laugh and nudge Harry, "Fred smart?"

"I meant smarter," Harry retorts and Fred glares at me. "Besides I'm still not sure of what they are going to do."

"We, my young friends, are going to be perfectly behaved."

"Right…and mum never had sex!"

Fred puts his hands over his ears and George clutches his chest and fakes dying.

"We told you," Fred shouts. "Never to mention Mum and sex in the same sentence!"

I laugh, "Seriously, don't kiss up to any of them."