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Post by janephoenix on Jun 9, 2009 21:50:23 GMT
*Westley the crow zooms in, dropping a small letter on the couch*
George.
Meet me in Top Meadow, and its urgent so hurry!
Yours always, Jane.
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Post by George Weasley on Jun 9, 2009 22:14:24 GMT
*reads the owl and wonders what in the name of Merlin had happened, worried, grabs his wand and apparates straight to the Meadow*
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Post by Fred Weasley on Feb 1, 2010 21:43:50 GMT
[[ ::: We totally didn't nick a time-turner or two, Scrimgeour! ::: ]]
*Apparates into the flat, not in the mood to look for his twin who's supposedly on his break. Instead, he drops a few sheets of parchment onto the table in the sitting room, hoping George would get his lazy bum in here sometime soon and look over them.*
*The first sheet.*
List of Things We Need Re-stocked:
- Self-Inking Quills - Smart Answer Quills - Headless Hats - Inst. Dark Powder - Joke Couldrons - Pygmy Puffs
*The second sheet reads.*
Canary Creams are going to have to be put somewhere where little goblins I mean, children, are unable to reach them! You saw one wizard flapping around before your break, but a short time after that, there was another! However, what if we could have a variety of birds instead of just the canaries? Oh, the possibilities...
*Disapparates back down to the shop, unwilling to leave it alone for too long, incase the brilliant children decide to raiding through the Skiving Snackboxes- again.*
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Post by Fred Weasley on Feb 15, 2010 6:43:37 GMT
*Comes tromping up the stairs into the flat, occasionally spitting up another slug or two. He's trying not to think of the slime coating his throat and his tongue at the moment, and instead focus on how in the world he's going to get Ron back for this.*
Merlin! Such a dirty, rotten little b-
*Is interrupted by another slug landing in the bucket he's holding with an odd squelch. How many more were there? This was starting to get a bit ridiculous. He walked over to the couch, plopping down on it with a violent expression. Sure, it was funny as hell and all, but Fred's just worried about all the slugs crawling up his throat at the moment.*
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