George refilled his goblet with pumpkin juice.

"Toast!" he yelled over the humdrum, kicking Fred's chair as he stood up.

"You just did a toast!" Tonks laughed from across the table.

"Yes, but that was an introductory toast-" Fred started.

"To the real toast." George grinned. "Which is this toast."

"Here, here!" Fred cried, clanking cups with Kenny.

"Here, here!" the crowd shouted in unison, the white linen tablecloth stained with even more droplets of the hearty pumpkin juice.

"Just kidding." Fred said solemnly after taking a gulp. "This is the real toast!"

"Are you sure?" Jada rang out from one side of the long dining room.

"I think Jada would like to be in this toast, too," George said mockingly.

"No, I want to serve dessert!" she yelled back, causing George to bow his defeat before he continued.

"Well, this toast is to the newly-instated Order Member-"

"-Kenny," Fred whispered loudly.

"-the remarkably un-stubborn person who let us instate the newly-instated Order Member-"

"-Arthur Weasley-"

"-AND to the series, Potterwatch! May this night's episode be even better than the last!"

"Here, here!"

"Now pass me that cake!"

George laughed with gusto, putting his entire self into that chortle, that chuckle. Then because he was so corny, he laughed some more. Things didn't seem so dangerous when he was here; with his other half, his pregnant best friend (who, by the way, was eating his éclair.) and the new addition to the table.

It could have just been a joke.

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"We need to find a better way to do this." George complained, trying to get the golden transmitter rod to stand up straight.

"No one's holding you back, mate." Fred shrugged, twiddling with his own rod.

"Shut. Up!" Their mother's whisper seemed to put a jolt through George's spineFred motioned back, using bogus hand signals to say sorry. George, at least, had really forgotten. Oopos.

'Does it really matter if we talk?' Kenny spelled out in the air before him. George liked his letters- Thin, black and boxy.

'I Like your letters.' He wrote back, twisting his wand so they would form like he wanted them to. Well, close. They were still made out of ribbon, but pretty boxy. And bright blue.

'"like", George.' His mother had flowy red words. He remembered them being pink.

'"like", Madre' he wrote back, pushing his former sentence out of the way.

'Yes, you wrote "Like" and it's "like." Grammar, dear primo.'

'Hijo' Fred wrote. He had extravagant orange letters. So much for classy. And at least that brief on Spanish was helping.

'Does it really matter if we talk?' Kenny wrote again.

George shrugged. The others had sent Lee down to the basement to tell them to not draw attention to themselves once they realized someone was watching them. But really, did it matter if they talked?

'Can they hear us?' He drew into the air.

'I'm not sure, ask your father!!!!!!!!!!!' Mrs. Weasley was a bit exasperated.

'Was that many exclomation points really necessary?' Fred sketched.

'Exclamation.' Three wands wrote.

'Whatever.'

The basement door swung open.

"Are you done yet!?" Lee Jordan yelled down the stairwell.

Molly gasped.

'SHUT UP'. George waved, trying to levitate a nearby book to knock his friend out.

"George- George!" Lee was combating the book with a curtain rod. "The threat is over- didn't anyone tell you?"

"Er- no." Fred peered out behind a small wall of letters he had pushed aside.

"And what's with the ribbon?" Lee laughed, grabbing one of Kenny's O's and twirling it around.

"Spelling bee, Mr. Jordan." Molly was erasing her own alphabetical barricade. "Is everything else ready?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Weasley, hold on, I'll get everyone to come down."

George turned around and re-straightened the rod. Again. Hopefully this would work.

He was starting to conjure chairs for their audience when they started to file down. He thought his backed bar stool would do the trick, but they did look a bit strange next to his mother's ornate wooden-flowery cushioned low seats. But who was he kidding? He could be talking right now.

"Hello, audience!" he bowed to the Order Members not participating in the discussion. They would replay the transmit to their families and those not here for the next two days. It was pretty exciting, the way it was working out. "Welcome to the second episode of Potterwatch! Brought to you by You-Know-Who!" People laughed.

"Nice one, Jorge." Fred called as he scrambled down the stairs.

"You're going to have to stop with the Hispanic thing." He replied, putting on a heavy Latin accent. "And I call that for the show."

"You can have it." Fred sneered. "I could do that on my sleep. I can think of five-right now, even."

"You're on, Fredrico."

"That's not Spanish."

"Boys!"

Lupin was calling.

"Time to go- grab the-the-"

"Thingys." Tonks finished for him, setting herself carefully onto one of her cushioned poofs.

"Don't you want more support?" Lupin asked her, grabbing her waist before she slipped off the giant beanbag.

"Not really." She grumbled. Her hair was a nice shade of magenta today. A bit more mature than hot pink, George supposed.

"Ready?" Lee held up his hand for silence. George dashed around the table and slid into one of the chairs left open for him and snatched up a censor.

"Welcome!" He announced after dropping his hand- Fred had just taken the nearest censor. George stuck his tongue out at him. "To the second installment of Potterwatch!" Applause.

"Today we have quite a program for you!" Lee had his pompous voice on. It was pretty funny, actually. "We want to try out some new ways to present the truth! But before that, let's say hi to the crew." He pointed at Tonks to start the line.

"Wotcher!" she giggled into her metal circlet. "This is Babble, at your service!"

George had to stifle a laugh as he saw her chair- a rocking chair, similar to Lupin's, but with a giant yellow cushion on it.

"And Hello, I'm Ban." George groaned when he heard that.

"No, Beast!" he cried out, motioning to the crowd to support him.

"Beast, Beast!" Fred chanted, some of the audience catching on.

"Fine, Beast!" Lupin gave a bashful smile. He and Fred had considered suggesting that he be 'bitchy' but they figured he was getting better.

"And I'm Bother!" Fred got up and bowed. Oh, Brother. Bother Brother.

"And you are?" Fred was asking him overexcitedly, as if he were talking to a toddler.

"I believe I am Bold, if I do say so myself!" He answered just as incredulously.

"I'm Boss, your narrator." Lee stated nonchalantly.

"I would be Britain." Kingsley said in his deep, deep voice. George had to laugh. Really, thinking an alias could cover up his identity. Seriously- that voice was like a lojack.

"Hullo, everyone!" Jada said pleasantly. She's too nice for this group, George thought. "I'm Bombay!"

"And that would be the crew!" Lee was back on; having a great time- you could tell by the smile on his face. "Turn down the flames and put the Floo Powder down- It's time for Potterwatch!"

"Brought to you by You-Know-Who." George added at the end. He just loved to rob that smile off his face. And bring a smile to the faces of his beloved Order. He winked at the crowd just to finish with style.

"Thanks, Bold. Talking about our producer, he has an announcement for everyone: 'Looking for a new job? Something exciting, dangerous and, well, a great way to make enemies? Come join the Death Eaters! Many spaces to be filled- they drop like flies!
People were in hysterics. "See store for details!" Fredyelled. George frowned. That totally was not going to count.

"That doesn't count." He whispered.

"Yes it does." Fred scoffed.

"No, that was my idea."

"Don't make me hurt you in front of all of these nice people."

"Can't think of something original?"

"It counts!"

The laughter was dying down.

"Fine, one-one. Still going to beat you."

Fred made a face.

"Thank you, Bother and Bold for that-er, entertaining tidbit! But now, for the real news: it's my pleasure to hand the censor off too…" He sounds quite ridiculous, drawing out his vowels like that. George mouthed the word to see if it sounded as strange in his own ears. "Brrrrritaaaaaaain!"

Clapping from the crowd. George saw his mother wiping away tears. Was that really that funny?

"Hello, all. We're going to try something new today- A complete Order update over the air!" Cheers. Kingsley was- smiling? George laughed and nudged Fred. Was this serious Auror cut out for being a radio personality? He shook his head. Next he would be singing opera "And to witness this historic event-"

"If anyone realizes it!" Someone shouted.

"To witness our broadcasting is almost the complete Order, all of us truly meeting for the first time in- what was it? A month and a half?"

"Si!" George cried out. He was quite the linguist.

"So- what we first want to talk about is Muggle protection. We all know that they can't see- or stop- dementors, but if you feel like doing some everyday contribution to the cause, why not go into your nearest town and drive some of them out at least for the time being? This will not only make your Muggles feel better, but will also hone your dementor-fighting skills. To talk to you more on the subject is our veteran dementor raider, Beast!"

"Beast, Beast!" George, Fred, Tonks, and quite a few viewers chanted.

"Hey. So, want to make a difference? It's very easy. Only real danger is if the Muggle Town was a known Death Eater hotspot- they might notice something. But for any other town, head down in the early morning- literally, as in one or two a.m.- and just fire some Patroniinto the central town areas. It is always good to have backup, however, as there are frequently Dementor populations that travel in groups- and you do not want to be overwhelmed. And, if anything, if things get tough, don't worry about detection- get out of there. There is hardly anything worse than a Dementor's Kiss- avoid it at all cost! If we have to move you, so be it. And I think I'm done- anyone have anything to add?"

"Make sure you can control your Patronus." Tonks added, leaning into the table. "There's nothing quite like having your Patronus run off in an entirely different direction. It's difficult to make one to begin with! Oh, and I'm Babble, by the way."

"Speaking of run-away Patroni- there will be Patronus lessons this Wednesday at four a.m. at your closest safe spot. Please come if you can manage it- This is very important!" Kingsley shuffled through his parchment.

"You know what my Patronus did once?" Fred said nonchalantly to no one in particular.

"Take a piss?"

"No, Bold." Molly was making a sound closely resembling an angry cat. "We had tea, though. Quite the conversationalist, my Patronus."

"Ooh, how does it like its tea?" George asked, putting on a high, ditzy voice.

"With a butter crumpet preferably in the shape of its favorite Death Eater action figure."

"Are those the ones that come with trading cards?"

"Okay- back on track!" Kinsley interrupted, smiling. Again. What was this? "Next is our international update. Bombay, would you do the pleasure?"

"Gladly!" Jada looked so excited. So did Kenny. George craned his neck so he could get a better view of the bugger. Looked like he was going to burst something. He probably would have already burst something if Mrs. Longbottom didn't step in before his interrogation. Apparently she knew the family, and was quite excited to see Kenny join the community. And that would be why you make sure to know the old people. They had connections up the gazoo. "So, as you probably know, we have been focusing this past month on expanding our influences to foreign countries so we can better their defenses' against the Death Eater expansion."

"Ambitious little buggers." George whispered. Tonks snorted.

"We have been really making some progress in this area of our agenda." She continued, shooting George a reproachful look. "I'm recently just back from one of my missions and we have sent out other members to start their own."

Charlie. He was actually going to Africa. George was pretty jealous. He couldn't wait to see the sun warm his skin again.

"Now back to our namesake! Where is our Boy-Who-Lived, and how is he defying the Thing-that-keeps-messing-up-therefore-letting-him-live!"

"Are you serious?" Fred asked.

"You really couldn't think of something shorter?" George laughed, his head in his hands.

"I mean, what about the Strange-man-bent-on-world-domination?" Fred punched the table for emphasis.

"That-one-with-a-snake-fetish?" Tonks suggested.

"You could even say he had commitment issues!" George didn't think he had even seen a more frustrated face on Jordan.

"Maybe he's having his…..time of the month." Fred whispered loudly. The basement shook with fits of laughter.

"Or-Or-" Tonks couldn't get a hold of herself. "The-one-who-now-has-to-deal-with-Severus Snape!"

"Ouch!" George rolled his eyes. "Bet he didn't see that coming!"

"Oh, yes he did." Fred clapped him on the back. "It's mentioned in the I-want-to-be-a-big-evil-guy-when-I-grow-up kit."

People were rolling around clutching their sides.

I win. Fred mouthed.

George shook his hand. He could let his twin get this one. Plus, he was chuckling so hard he didn't think he could form words.

"Even though you're not listening, Harry, we're here for you!" Lupin yelled into the censor.

"Aren't we?" Tonks asked, raising her arms as the cheer grew louder and louder, wands pressed to necks to make the sound level increase threefold.

"Good luck, Harry." Kingsley said calmly as he clapped his hands.

"Say Hi to Freckles and Bushy for us, mate!" Fred called out.

George put his feet on the table and shouted with all his might over the crowd. "Goodnight, Potterwatch!"

A/N: Hello! Hope you like the faster update- I myself was pretty excited aha. And, of course, it all worked out because of my fabulous beta, undercrisis! Really couldn't put anything up if it wasn't for her- so thank you!! And thank you readers, for reading- and it would be even a bigger thanks if you left a review telling me what you thought! So, enjoy!