The Misadventures of the Weasley Brothers
by
FireValkyrie
Chapter 25: MY JUICE!
sSs
As far as attention spans went, Live was rather scatter-brained, yet always came up with some way to entertain herself regardless of mood. But waiting for a full hour in front of Tonks office in her Kitty-Nimbles skin, batting at dust bunnies kicked up by students and serious thoughts of George flitting about her head, weighed heavily upon her patience. She knew the elder witch had information about the marriage law, which, Live was sure, she was withholding. And since no one else had volunteered any knowledge about the ridiculous law, Live was desperate for her guidance.
Tonks' scent was everywhere, but since she'd spoken with Dumbledore she hadn't seen hide nor hair of the Metamorphmagus in question. It was beginning to drive her mad. Not that striking out at ankles of first years that got too close wasn't fun, but if one more kid tried to grab her by the tail she was going to go kitty-cat crazy.
Sauntering down the hall, Kitty-Nimbles picked up the scent of the woman in question and bounded towards it, intent on answers and any sort of relief that might come from speaking with her or even just seeing her after the mind-numbing demands of the day.
The scent got stronger, and she picked up the smells of lemon, sucrose, and several different kinds of muggle sweets, and wondered what Kara was doing with Tonks, and why she hadn't alerted Live sooner.
But upon rounding a corner, she nearly ran smack dab into Minister Fudge's legs, whom she discovered to be speaking with Dumbledore (apparently he and Kara had similar tastes in candy-addiction dependency), and a man whom appeared to be a lackey to the idiot government official, but carried a scent that was unique to Tonks herself.
"REEEOOWWW!" Kitty-Nimbles shrieked as she tried to stop herself from colliding with Fudge, her claws clicking on the stone as she tried to hold firm. But of course, as luck seemed to have it out for her lately, she collided right into him with a tumble which caused the minister to cry out himself as she twisted in trying to right her disoriented cat self.
She felt herself being picked up by the scruff of her neck-- something not at all pleasant and in her mind ten times as humiliating-- by Minister Fudge.
"Taming lions in your spare time, Dumbledore?" Fudge asked, tone business as opposed to the amused inquiry, as she hissed and spit angrily in her debilitative state. The Minister was not amused by her one bit, yet Dumbledore grinned amiably.
"One of the many companions to our students, Cornelius," Dumbledore said, taking the cat from Fudge and cradling her in the crook of his arm. "Also good for keeping our rat population down, you know," he added in a referent tone that caused the minister's 'lackey' to surreptitiously grin.
"Be that as it may," Fudge said, eyeing the cat that was now being stroked quite happily under the chin, "the law still stands as is, and I'm afraid there's not much I can do for you."
Kitty-Nimbles grew stiff in Dumbledore's grasp as she heard him, and realized just what they were discussing. She squirmed in Dumbledore's arm, trying to get a better view at Fudge in order to decide just what part of his face she'd enjoy detaching first as he was no doubt tangled up in this law-mess.
"Surely there's something, Cornelius. Our laws do not permit marriages of the underage to be performed without the consent of the parents, and many of the children are underage by even muggle standards."
"As you've brought up before," Fudge said, a thinking finger to his chin as he 'pondered' Dumbledore's words in his aristocratic manner. "I'll leave Farrell here to investigate the need apparent of the situation, Dumbledore, and we'll see what we can do, of course."
"Why of course," Dumbledore said with a diplomatic air and smile only characteristic to the candy-loving Headmaster himself.
Fudge nodded at Dumbledore, and then looked to 'Farrell' expectantly.
"I'll see you to your carriage, sir," the young male voice said in a servile manner, following Fudge with a smirk at Dumbledore.
Kitty-Nimbles squirmed in the Headmaster's arm, and he looked down at her so slowly that Live swore he could see right through her animagus disguise. He winked at the cat and let her down, muttering 'shoo' as she quickly darted after Fudge and his imposter in waiting. She followed them as far as the great castle doors, watching from a hiding place as Fudge was seen off, in which she could quickly change from cat to herself to interrogate her dear teacher-in-lackey's-clothing. She needed info, and she needed it badly.
"Hi," she said warmly as the young 'man' approached. Tonks merely smiled and said hi in turn, going on 'his' way. "Hey, I have a few questions for you that need answering," she called.
The young man in question turned with a wayward grin that nearly made Live doubt herself, but she knew her kitty-sense wouldn't let her down, and just had to remind herself that this was Tonks she was talking to, and needed info be it voluntary or forced. And blowing her teacher's cover was a last ditch effort if the woman wouldn't offer her anything.
She approached her teacher-in-men's-clothing and looked about, making sure she didn't appear too suspicious. Although of the few students out and about, they could hardly have cared less.
"Listen, I know who you are," Live said, the young man giving her a wide-eyed look. She grinned, and offered her teacher a knowing smirk. "You know all about this marriage law," she added, looking surreptitiously at her professor. "More than you're letting on, anyways, and I need to know what can be done." The 'man' gave her a look, and Live offered her a note to hide behind with a smirk; a way out of her somewhat accusatory tones. "After all, you seem to be Fudge's right hand man and all."
The dubious person before her lifted an eyebrow, and a slight smile curved 'his' lips. "Right now Fudge is doing the best he can," the clever teacher responded. Live made a disgusted noise.
"Come on, seriously," she said in retort that Fudge was competent. "Is there anything? I need more information. Anything. Please." Live regarded the elder before her. "Please."
"We're doing the best we can, but these things take time." 'He' offered her a somewhat sad smile.
"I know." Live half-grinned, but it faded quickly. "Just do what you can, and get back to me, please," she added dejectedly, giving her professor a last-ditch smile before she decided to retire to her thoughts of business and school as a distraction.
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Fred smirked wickedly as he stood outside Kelena's door. Not even a simple distracting charm or forgetful spell of some sort to arm against intruders. But then again, maybe she wasn't in there.
Or maybe she is, a wicked voice in his head thought.
He grinned wolfishly and put his ear to the door to listen. He heard nothing, but that was expected. He knocked once, and receiving no sort of answer, quietly opened the door and quickly darted in, shutting it tight behind him.
He surveyed the room. Not quite as he had last seen it. For one, it wasn't quite the dead of night, and the room was quite devoid of the girls, as far as he could tell. Only one of the beds were made, the others looking more lived-in, and there were little piles of rubbish and books littering the ground about the bed he knew to be Kelena's. She wasn't in it, as he had thought, and- quite possibly, even hoped- that she would be hiding under her covers the way Live apparently did. He stepped in front of it and surveyed it, wishing he knew some sort of tracking spell to know just how long ago she'd been here, not that he was exactly done searching the room for her.
He grinned, and stole a glance in the direction of her trunk, wondering if he dared visit the treasure trove of panties once more. One could never know…she was small enough…might be hiding in there…
He moved towards the end of her bed, momentarily distracted by the thought of pillaging for his own private collection, when out of nowhere her trunk bit him.
Fred let out a yowl of surprise and hopped onto the mattress before the trunk could take a more hearty bite out of him.
In the midst of wondering why the bloody hell her trunk was enchanted to bite him (and also pondering the usage of such technology for product testing), he could have sworn he heard a gasp.
"Kelena?" he asked the room, a growing smirk on his face. He sat down upon the bed and carefully inched his way back to the floor, listening intently and avoiding any more possible biting things Kelena might have in her employ.
"Keeeelenaaaa…" he drawled out in a sing-songy whisper. He bent over to look under the bed, but all he found was dust and a few boxes of her things. He also checked the other beds in the room, carefully examined any spaces she was small enough to fit into, and stood hands on hips in the middle of the room, stunned. "Kelena?" he asked the room again. He wondered if that trunk of hers had eaten her. He gave it a kick for good measure and quickly moved away to no further avail.
A smile creeping over his features once more, he decided to wait until she came back, knowing that she couldn't leave her precious books and things up here for too long, and that at some point she'd have to return.
He plopped down upon her bed, resting his head against the back and smirking in positive delight of his own genius. He fixed a pillow behind him, getting comfy, and was startled and positively delighted when he found one of her bras beneath it. He knew she could be a little all-over-the-place, and had heard back during the end of the summer that Live periodically lost her clothes in random places, but it was quite another thing that Kelena followed in this pattern of behavior, not to mention that he had the offending item in his hands.
He grinned quite wickedly, and decided to search her bed for any other interesting items he might find. He got to his knees on the bed and picked through the blankets like a human metal detector, except for the fact that he was trying to detect panties and scanty undergarments…
Fred was most puzzled in lifting the blankets when he found not more panties, but her whole outfit, laid out as if waiting for her, yet beneath the sheets. He quirked an eyebrow looking at it. Spread flat out on the bed was her shirt from the day, complete with gold and scarlet tie, her school skirt, and even her hair tie. Laid out far too completely and perfectly, it seemed weird, even to Fred.
He ran his hands over the softness of the shirt, and frowned in wondering what the world she was about-- even Hermione wasn't this fanatical. But then again, fanaticism could be a very good thing…
Smirking, he went to lift up the skirt to see if he panties were there when an invisible hand stopped him. Materializing out of the bed itself, Kelena's clothes filled themselves out with her body as she was once again whole, in normal form, laying upon the bed with a frowning death glare that would have made Live proud. Fred didn't even bother suppressing the wolfish smirk on his face.
Kelena frowned right into Fred's grinning face, anger replacing the fear that he'd found her. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for you," he said, grin never faltering, his hand slowly moving back towards her skirt. "That was a neat trick. Have any more?"
Her cheeks slightly reddened, and her eyes darted to the opposite side of the room.
"Nah-uh," he said, throwing a leg heavily over both of hers, "Not when I've got you right where I want you."
Her eyes slightly widened, cheeks flushing in excitement. He smirked with a wicked gleam to his eyes as he brought his hand back to her skirt slowly, moving it up her leg, ignoring her own hand which was still at his wrist contrarily. He brought his face mere moments from hers, inhaling her scent as he whispered in her ear.
"You smell sweet…like a pumpkin pasty…"
She let out an indignant noise. "Pumpkin pasty!"
He chuckled at her outburst and looked into her eyes as she frowned at his description. Although it probably didn't help that she'd gotten into Kara's stash of pumpkin pasties earlier…
"I am not a pumpkin pasty," she said indignantly.
"Sure you are," he said with a smile as he bent his face close to hers, giving her thigh a squeeze that sent wonderful waves of heat coursing through her. Before she realized it his lips were on hers in a wonderful fiery caress, one hand grazing her thigh as the other tangled itself in her hair. She shuddered at the pleasure of it all and wrapped her arms around his neck for more, entangling her own hands in his unruly hair. It was a long moment before she registered the fact that the kiss had ended and he was looking down at her with an amused look in his smoldering eyes.
"Mmm, no, definitely not a pumpkin pasty," he started as she smirked at him. "Maybe more of an acid pop."
"ACID POP!" she shrieked, about to punch him in the shoulder.
He snickered in obvious delight, catching her hand and bringing it to his smiling lips. "Yes my dear, acid pop."
She frowned at him even as his lips caressed the back of her hand. "I'll show you acid pop," she said moments before she turned the tables on him in a true feat of strength.
A surprised, blinking Fred looked up at her sitting upon him, and smirked wickedly in appreciation of her daring. "Well maybe not an acid pop…" he said with a smirk, quite obviously enjoying himself.
"I thought as much," she said, placated, settling herself quite firmly atop him as his eyes wavered at the pleasurable sensations she caused. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to him with a need that surprised even himself.
He wrapped his arms around her as he brought her lips to his in a searing kiss that rendered them both incapable of speech for many moments. Kelena looked deeply at Fred, his smoldering eyes just as desirous as hers as he took her face in his hands again, hands and lips everywhere.
There were only a few moments when Kelena and Fred were actually capable of registering where their hands were. Fred barely registered the fact that his was up the side of Kelena's skirt and still traveling, nor did she realize that her hands were busy trying to tear off his shirt.
Little did he know, but Fred had finally unleashed something inside Kelena that had snapped her resolve, and currently the impassioned sixth year wanted nothing more than to keep Fred as her prisoner until the term ended or she died from sexlexic dehydration- whichever came first.
Fred's lips were everywhere on her- her face, her neck, and if the damn shirt wasn't woven so tightly, her chest. His kisses blazed fiery trails upon her skin as she claimed his mouth for her own and thus ensued a battle for control of the kiss. Both were panting heavily, neither willing to give in, until Fred took control and switched their places, sitting atop her with a grin before she pulled his lips back to her own. Whether in the name of science, the Guild, or the personal pursuit of happiness, Kelena was certain that they needed to stay like this for many hours at the very least. If Sexlexia was a danger, then not curing it was even worse.
And they were so enthralled in one another that it was no surprise they didn't hear the knock on the door, then the door handle turning, or the wood creaking open…
"Hey Kelena have you seen Gin-- OH DEAR GODRIC NOT AGAIN!" Ron squawked at the sight of Fred and Kelena quite absorbed in one another atop her covers. He made several squeaking noises as his face grew hot as embers, and it was only then that Fred realized that there was someone else in the room.
He turned around to see Ron gaping, and behind him in the hallway was Hermione, frozen-faced and rose red. He frowned at his younger brother. "Oh shove off, Ron! We're married!"
The door was then forcibly shut in their faces with a grin and one flick of wand- not Fred's, but Kelena's.
He turned back to her and smirked down at her smoldering face as she wrapped her arms back around him. "Now where were we?"
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Live was sitting by the lake in the last fading rays of sunlight, idly playing with what seemed to be a bottle of perfume. She was tired, she was bored, and she was frustrated.
Firstly, she was married- either legally or illegally- to George Weasley, and that thought alone did nothing for her nerves, especially when she thought of all the 'fun' they'd had at the Burrow. Not a good precedent for things to come. That is, if she even allowed things to come…Second, however was she supposed to explain this to her parents, and would they drag her and her sister home for their own well-being? And third, she and Kara were supposed to be developing their prank candies and clothing line, and that was clearly getting nowhere as far as she was concerned.
She dragged her fingers through her hair in annoyance, letting the falling strands catch the last of the glimmering light. The water was darkening with the sky, almost in tune with her fading good humor, and the smells of the Earth were all around her anticipating a light rain.
A light crunching sounded behind her, and she looked to see Ginny trudging through the grass with a disgruntled look on her face. She smirked at the redhead who looked quite the picture of frustration.
"What happened?" Live inquired wearily as Ginny was within earshot.
"GAAHH!" the youngest Weasley let out.
"Is that so?" Live asked back as if she'd understood it. Ginny sent her a withering look.
"I swear to you, if Ron so much as ever kisses a girl it will be the death of him!" Live raised an eyebrow in question. "Oh, the twat walked in on Kel and Fred snogging in her bedroom."
Live's eyebrow got higher. "Oh really now? Do tell!"
"Well, he started shrieking and shouting like a little girl or something and ran down the stairs sputtering about owling mum and--"
"Not Ron. Kel and Fred."
"Oh. Yeah, I dunno. I guess they like each other now. As far as I see it, she's another girl for the family, after this damn marriage law." Ginny shrugged. She was tired, and after having listened to Ron rant and rave for half an hour, all she wanted was a warm bath and some fire imps. "I feel sorry for whatever girl is forced to marry Ronald…"
"Hm." Live pondered a moment on the new information she'd been handed. This might just work to their advantage… "So it's safe to say that they're close, at least?"
"Ew Live, I don't want to think about-"
"Shut up, Gin. You know what I mean."
Ginny smirked. "Yeah, I guess. As close as a cat and mouse."
Live frowned. "Hmph."
"Exactly." Ginny shrugged and kicked up a tuft of grass that popped itself right back into place. She kicked at it more so in spite.
Live smiled wickedly as she got up from the ground. "I think this gives a perfect opportunity to test out a new line of products I've been working on for our clothing line…as well as figure out just where our Sexpert licenses went…"
Ginny smiled crookedly. "You're not going to hurt them, are you?"
Live smiled back, putting a friendly arm around Ginny and guided them both back towards the castle. "Not if I don't have to."
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"I was framed!"
"Please Mr. Weasley. We'll discuss this in my office after Madam Pomfrey and I see Mr. Putterly to the hospital wing."
"Professor--"
"I will see you in my office, Mr. Weasley. That is final." McGonagall gave George a stern look as she followed behind a very agitated Madam Pomfrey.
George muttered to himself about bad timing and idiot boys and glared at the retreating forms of Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall. It wasn't his fault the stupid git was covered in that mess of Godric-only-knows what it was. Although the crowded hall of onlookers knew better, smirking at George for giving the Slytherin jerk what he deserved, others looking with disapproval over the prank that he really hadn't committed.
Putterly was currently covered in what had looked like burns and purple goo of some kind. And boy, the stench it left. Nothing compared to the earlier stink-sap sundae that Putterly had been encased in, but that smell would stick in his mind forever. Like bad cologne and cheese. It was a right good prank, too, when one thought about it. Plenty of publicity, right in the middle of the Entrance Hall which had been completely crowded with students filing in for dinner.
Not as if such a noise wouldn't have gotten everyone's attention when the thing had gone off. You couldn't rightly hear it, but you could feel the vibration right in your chest. Or all over, as George had had close proximity when it had gone off. The whole student body felt it, regardless of how close they'd been. And now Putterly was unconscious, covered in purple goo and burns, and George was receiving looks of praise from his classmates.
Too bad he couldn't take proper credit for it.
"Oh dear Godric what is that smell?" Live declared to Ginny as they entered the castle.
"It's disgusting. That's all it is. Disgusting." Ginny stuck out her tongue and declared "BLAH!" to the general smell, in which she caught sight of her brother, and frowned. "And there's the culprit! I would bet Ron's owl on it!"
George caught sight of Ginny, and then Live, and grinned at the Slytherin witch. She narrowed her eyes and turned away in the direction of the Slytherin dungeons.
"Oi! Wait a minute!" George called, trotting towards them with a frown.
"George did you do this? It's disgusting!" Ginny declared as her brother caught up to them.
"No, I didn't. Live, wait a minute."
"What?" she asked, looking at him impatiently, yet avoiding his eyes.
"Ginny, go play with your dolls or something…" George said offhandedly to the now quite-affronted youngest Weasley.
"I haven't had dolls in years, George! Unlike you, I've grown up."
"Well go play with something!" George snarked impatiently, glaring at her to leave.
"I guess I'll just go see what Seamus is up to, then…." Ginny said with a smirk to Live, who grinned a little back as George's face resembled something of alarm, frustration, impatience, and that annoying frown her brothers got whenever she revealed a new boyfriend.
"Ginny, I'm not in the mood for this. Go find Hermione for me."
"Why? She's probably in the library."
"Stop being a prat and go!"
Ginny snorted at him in derision and left, turning her wand on him as he turned his back. Live let out an amused snicker as George sprouted a curved, purple tail.
"Oh honestly…" he said, trying to get rid of the thing.
"I've gotta go," Live said, turning from him once more.
"Would you hold on a second! Crikey, woman, two-minutes isn't going to kill you." George quickly magicked away his tail with frustration and took Live by the arm.
"George, I'm serious. And it reeks."
He looked around at the remaining gawkers and sneered at them as he led her out of the Entrance Hall and down a corridor. All the while she muttered and complained at him.
"George, I'm already late…"
"Live, I want to talk to you. Seriously for a change."
"I told you, George, I'm not interested," she said in a broody tone, looking away.
"Live," he said, stopping her in the hall. She frowned at him, and he stared at her for a long moment in thought before she became uncomfortable through the silence.
"What? What what what?"
He looked momentarily sad, but any fraction left was replaced by a mocking smirk. "Just admiring your beauty my dear."
She sighed with the hopelessness of him. "I don't wanna do this anymore."
"Do what?" he smirked, but she looked away, eyes downcast, and he sighed. "Oh, come on Live. I'm not asking you for anything crazy or to test out some new Wheezes product- which, by the way, would be doing much better if that sister of yours wasn't trying to steal our business…" She smirked at that. "I want to know what makes you tick."
"The detonator for the bomb that's about to explode you," she responded with a smirk. He gave her a sideways grin and her own faded. "I have some things I need to take care of."
"Like…?"
"Like figuring out the whereabouts of a few items that have gone missing…" She glared at him, and he gave her a sheepish look. Yep, he still had her Sexpert license hidden somewhere. "Bye George."
"Well wait a minute!" he said, grabbing her arm and snatching her back to him. She didn't even fight him, but sent him an icy glare. "Don't I even get a good-bye kiss?"
"If it were poisonous I would bite you!" she declared, pushing against his chest.
He grinned, enjoying her tenacity. It was much preferable to seeing her miserable. "Oh really? Where?"
"Somewhere you won't enjoy!" she spat.
"I find that hard to believe." He grinned and gave her a quick kiss before ducking out of reach of her fists. "I would love to take up this conversation another time, my dearums! But unfortunately you seem to be in a hurry!"
She was in a hurry alright- a hurry to find her wand and curse the daylights out of him.
And knowing what she was groping for within her robes, George took off down the hall, a little more light-hearted, but mind still thinking on ways to get her to see the light of the situation. After all, it was better to make light of the situation than to let it get to them.
And it didn't hurt his ego one bit to have that Slytherin prick Putterly fuming over the fact that George had Live while he didn't.
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Dinner was nothing unusual.
Although there wasn't much which one could call normal lately. Students were both sullen, gleeful, and quite furious over the ministry's decree. And more than one had sworn terrible vengeance, which was not taken lightly by the teachers. And try as he might to explain away worries, Dumbledore was quite lost as to what he could immediately do.
It had already been announced that all of Hogwarts previous rules still prevailed in light of this new decree, and that boys were to stay in their dormitories, just as were the girls (to many moans and laments of quite a few students) and that the Ministry's letters did not take precedence over school policy.
It made a few people happy to hear such news, but as Kara pointed out, it was only a temporary fix (at which point she salaciously winked at Lee, who quickly looked away in fear of having his bludgers cursed off).
Live was trying not to look over at the Gryffindor table while eating her soup. She didn't particularly like the way Kara and Lee were carrying on, whatever it was they were talking about, and George kept looking over at her when he thought she didn't see.
Quite bothered, Live reached for her wand beneath the table and sent a little curse in the direction of the Gryffindor table. Kara jumped, spilling her goblet all over the table with a sorrowful cry of "MY JUUUIICE!"
Live cleared her throat in getting her sister's attention, stared her down. Kara glared in return and whipped a bit of parchment out from her bag, scribbling something before folding it into a paper-airplane and launching it towards Live with rocket force, who snatched it from the air and shoved it into her pocket, too busy to answer Vivian's inquiries about it while she glared at her sister.
Quickly losing interest in the faces Kara was making (with added hand gestures), Live opened the note and read with some slight delight:
You stupid lobster! You spilt my juice! (To which effect there was a nasty little mad face)
Have boosted our business by 100 percent. I'll tell you how later.
P.s. You owe me juice.
Live smirked, and gave her sister a toothy grin before letting herself become immersed in her food once more. Any distraction was a good one in her book, and increased profits made her happy.
A large barn owl landed at the Gryffindor table, knocking over someone's goblet ("MY JUUUUICEE!") and dropping a blood-red letter on the table before flying off with an indignant hoot.
"Uh-oh," Lee said with a look at the letter. "Who's that for?" He looked at Fred, and then George. "Better open it now."
George looked at the red letter with dread; Fred took it in his hand. "Howler? Um, here George, you open it."
"Not me, you open it!" The howler started smoking, and Fred ripped it open, trying to decide if he should run it out of the Great Hall rather than risk what it might shriek to the entire hall.
But he didn't think quick-enough.
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!" the envelope shrieked in Mrs. Weasley's voice. "HOW DARE YOU DO SOMETHING SO IRRESPONSIBLE! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGRACED! GOING BEHIND YOUR FATHER'S AND MY BACK! NO CEREMONIES OR EVEN A LETTER! WE HAD TO FIND OUT FROM A COWORKER THAT OUR OWN SONS WERE MARRIED! I HAVE A RIGHT MIND TO SEND YOU STRAIGHT HOME! NOT EVEN SO MUCH AS A WARNING--!"
The highly affronted and livid voice of Mrs. Weasley continued to pour from the howler as Fred and George remained stiff and glued to their seats. George's face was as red as his hair; Fred's was growing more blanched by the second. Everyone at the Gryffindor table concluded the same assumption that many of them had experienced firsthand: Fred and George Weasley had also received their letters of marriage, and their parents had just found out the lovely news.
At the Slytherin table, Live was dying a slow and painful death, her good humor well dead, and quickly decided to make her exit of the Great Hall to go crawl in a hole somewhere and die from embarrassment. She flinched as she came near the howling voice of Mrs. Weasley.
"--WITHOUT ANY REGARDS TO THEM WHATSOEVER! IF YOU SO MUCH AS CAUSE A MINOR DISTURBANCE I'M SENDING YOU TO ST. MUNGOS AND THROWING AWAY THE KEY--!" Fred was pale as death, and George had somehow managed to be both flushed and blanched at once. Live quickened her pace as she passed them.
"--ONE MORE TOE OUT OF LINE--!" the voice shrieked as Live quickly strode past, repeating to herself that soon she would be safe in the dungeons, as good as any hole to die.
"Oh, and Live, dear, Welcome to the family," Mrs. Weasley's voice crooned as Live was stopped dead in her tracks behind Fred and George. The howler then burst into flames, the ashes collecting in a pile on the table. Live looked at George and he back at her. His blank expression attested nothing to just how horrific the whole ordeal was, and with a great look of panic, she rushed from the Great Hall and didn't stop until she was safe in her dorm under a pile of blankets.
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