Twinfic, the latest
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thrihyrneI've been out of it, and LJ seems quiet, but regardless, I've actually been productive writing-wise this weekend. Including the short snippet from before, here's a continuation of "March". I think this whole story will be PG-13 for language. There's profanity in this, beyond the 'poo' that JKR has in OotP in regards to the twins' fireworks. Must say that rereading it yesterday was so much fun and has reminded me why I've writing this long story from their POV since February and won't give up until it's finished. And beta'ed. For all 15 people who will read it. She gives such enticing glimpses. I love filling in the blanks.
The next several weeks were a flurry of activity.
And unfortunate accidents.
“Augh!” Towler vociferated as he entered their toilets. “What in Guinevere’s Gloaming is that stench?”
“Stench?” George attempted, using one of Jordan’s Witch of the Month magazines to persuade the pungent, purple clouds of smoke out the window while Fred bellowed in a toilet stall.
“George! Here! Now!”
“You might want to use one of the toilets on a lower level,” George said. “Perfecting our pyrotechnics. Learning curve, and all that.” George continued to wave at the smoke and put on his best ‘please don’t ask me any more questions right now’ face. “We’ll have it cleaned up momentarily.”
“GEORGE!”
Kenneth scowled, eyebrows knit as he backed out of their bathroom. “Just make sure you do. Smells atrocious. Burning hair must be the worst-smelling thing known to wizard.”
“Duly noted.”
“GEORGE!!!”
The door shut.
“Oh. FUCK.”
***
“Jordan! Lovely to see you,” George said amicably from a nearby sink, goggles and a magical noseclip on his face.
“Bloody hell!” He waved his hand in front of his nose. “Are we ever going to get to use our own toilets again?”
“I think the more appropriate question is, would we want to?” Towler grumbled behind him.
Fred and George had learned a lot about enchanted fireworks, but modifying the smell involved in the surprisingly complicated timed-response incendio was proving a bit tricky.
“They’ll be genius in another day or two,” Fred said defensively, ducking his head around the shower stall at the end of the room. “Considering your father was willing to back us up, it does seem a shame that you don’t have the same faith in us.”
Kenneth snorted. “Faith. In you.” He stepped around Lee and walked over to a box of fireworks, grimacing as he entered the room. “You’re creative, I’ll certainly give you that.” He toed gingerly at the exterior. “And astoundingly dedicated when it comes to your own pursuits-”
“Don’t mess with those, they’re still too volatile-”
“Bloody hell.” George shoved Lee out of the doorway and slammed the door shut. “Fred! Silencing charm! Now! FRED! SILENCING CHARM!!” He propelled Kenneth and himself into the closest stall, glaring at him. “Cover your ears, and next time, look, don’t touch!”
The toilets were filled with the sound of loud explosions.
Once the ringing in their ears stopped, Kenneth turned to George and brushed some hair out of his eyes, his expression unreadable. “If I fail my N.E.W.T.s because of you and Fred, I swear to Merlin that I will find some way to kill you, and not get caught.”
George nodded solemnly. “You’re not going to fail, Towler.”
“Sure,” Kenneth said gloomily. “When I do, and can’t get a job, maybe you’ll let me work at your place.”
“Towler, Towler,” George said, all benevolence. “Just give us another couple of days.”
“What the bloody hell is going on in there?” Jordan was pounding on the door and yelling.
“Nothing!” Fred and George shouted in tandem.
Kenneth sighed and let himself out of the stall.
***
“So.” George lay on his back on the cold tile of the toilets floor, his wand pointed at the ceiling where he made a sparkler write Umbridge sucks eggs.
“So,” Fred replied from the stone window where he sat precariously, one leg outside and one leg inside.
“The time has come to take matters into our own hands.”
“You sound like me.”
“Of course I do.”
Fred hopped down from the ledge to retrieve another sparkler. He lit it then thought for a moment, waving it over in front of the mirrors. He bit down on his lip, then scrawled backwards so it read Umbridge can kiss my arse.
“Wow.” George was impressed. “Do you practise writing backwards when I’m not looking?”
“Nah.” Fred shrugged as he slid to the floor. “Born with the talent, I think.”
They sat in comfortable silence.
“Fred? George?” Lee’s voice sounded in the doorframe.
“Come in,” they said together.
Jordan walked in and joined them, sinking to a sitting position. “What is this school coming to?” he moaned, only then noticing Fred’s enchanted message. “Ooh. Nice one.”
“Dunno,” Fred said, contemplating his wand and tossing it from hand to hand. “But if anything were to make us care less, it would be what happened today.”
“We’ve decided that we don’t give a bit of pixie’s piss about Umbridge’s decrees. Tomorrow Hogwarts gets to see the trial run of our weeks of slaving on the Whiz-Bangs,” George continued. “Apologies about the toilets, but we needed the space.”
Lee made a shooing motion. “Anything to make her miserable,” he said venomously, glancing down at the back of his hand where the ghostly message ‘I must not talk back’ resided.
“Oh, the fun we’ll have,” Fred replied gleefully. “Don’t look so glum, chum.”
Lee looked from Fred to George, smiling. “I can’t wait.”
***
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Date: 2004-10-24 10:47 pm (UTC)“I think the more appropriate question is, would we want to?” Towler grumbled behind him.
[*grin*]
“Wow.” George was impressed. “Do you practise writing backwards when I’m not looking?”
“Nah.” Fred shrugged as he slid to the floor. “Born with the talent, I think.”
too right!
♥ [*loves*] ♥
*blush*
Date: 2004-10-28 09:03 pm (UTC)I can't tell you how much I've missed being in young!George's head. Much less angsty than my own version of older!George. So very, very much fun. Now I'm thinking about what their roommates and siblings might come up with for their birthdays, which happen 2 days after the fireworks episode (I just discovered that last night).
♥ [*loves*] ♥
♥ loves you. I owe you email, and all kinds of correspondence. Am resisting drowning, but am glad that you have a visa through next spring. Thanks again for your comments, and I did check out your drabble and quite liked it. Need to comment. :P
Re: *blush*
Date: 2004-10-30 12:34 am (UTC)no doubt people would try to out joke the jokesters, but being as i've never liked practical jokes, i'm useless here. sorry. would molly knit something different for bdays?
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Date: 2004-10-24 10:50 pm (UTC)*giggles*
Date: 2004-10-28 09:09 pm (UTC)Well, George is my hero. As you know. ;) My only fear is that "sucking eggs" is an Americanism. Maybe I just won't care too much even if it is. It's not H/D, nor R/S. My readership will be small, but dedicated, I hope!!
I'm so glad that the impending sense is still there, that it's only going to take one straw or two more before the two absolutely snap, because they really just don't give a… well. You know.
Glad you're enjoying the behind the scenes. It still baffles me that (as least as far as I know) I'm the first person to do one of these fill-in-the-gap stories for the twins that isn't twincest. I guess I'm just obsessed. :)
Hope you're well. Thanks again for the glorious CD and great Halloween card. ♥ ♥
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Date: 2004-10-25 11:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-28 09:13 pm (UTC)(I'm sorry I haven't been checking LJ, and I've been thinking about you. I hope you're in a better place than before!! (((hugs)))