Absquatulate: to flee; abscond…like running from your angry mother.
August 10, 2015
"This house is humungous, Freddie," Jonathan McLaggen said. Ever since Angelina had called Fred 'Freddie-Poo' in front of Jonathan and James, they had been calling him Freddie. They were calling him Freddie-Poo, but Freddie stuck.
"I know, Johnnie. I'm just glad it's done. Living in the flat with me and Roxy sharing a room was ridiculous. She's seven and she wears perfume. It smells like cat piss."
Fred was showing them around. He led them into the industrial kitchen, which, if George chose to do so, could accommodate twelve house-elves. The double parlor was huge with floor to ceiling windows and the foyer was decked in white and silver furniture. Then the trio decided to walk into the living room.
"Don't tell mum we came in here," Fred said as he sat on a couch. James followed suit and Jonathan sat on the floor.
"Is this thing made out of a cloud?" James asked, semi-serious, as he spread out on the sofa. His left foot went into Fred's face and Fred bit it.
"Weirdo," Jonathan said as he laughed.
"You prat!" James said. He sat up and slugged Fred in the arm.
"Ow!" Fred exclaimed. James's eyes bulged and began to apologize when Fred punched him back, this time in the stomach.
Calamity ensued and the two cousins ended up tussling around on the floor. Jonathan sat on the sidelines, raucously laughing.
The two boys rolled one too many times off of the nice cashmere rug on to the hard wood floor where they knocked over a raised pedestal. And on that pedestal… was a vase.
There was a deafening crash as the pottery shards scattered across the floor and the boys froze, Jonathan mid-laugh and James mid-slap.
"What… are… you… DOING!" came a voice from the archway that led to the living room.
Fred looked up (or down because he was positioned upside down) to find his mother, eyes blaring and her hair seemed to stand on end. Then he laughed.
"Did you just laugh?" Angelina asked with murder in her voice.
"You look funny upside down," he said.
"Frederick Lee Weasley!" she yelled as she started toward her son and nephew.
"RUN JAMES! JOHNNIE! RUN FOR THE HILLS," Fred yelled as he jumped up from under his cousin who had been punching him moments previously.
The boys ran up the back flight of stairs to the second story.
"Where are we going?" Jonathan asked.
"I dunno, you said it yourself. It's a big house. Just go!" Fred hightailed it around a corner and disappeared.