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[Theodore Nott]

::Upon receiving Lucretia's owl, Theodore, though he really would have preferred to meet anywhere but Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, went straight to the annoying ginger twin's shop.::

::Highly irritated, he paces about in front of the shop for a bit, hoping that he can catch Lucretia outside. Looking up and down the alley, he fingers his wand inside of his pocket before giving an audible huff. Glaring at the witch that stopped to look at him, he turns sharply on his heel, and strides to the door of the joke shop.::

::Yanks hard on the door, and the chaos within causes Theodore to pause a moment before entering, really dreading the fact he has to be in the presence of all this madness.::

::Shoots a small wizard a nasty look, and moves toward the back of the shop where he's most likely to be overlooked, and waits for the witch, his arms folded over his chest.::

[George Weasley]

*Bounds down the stairs from the flat into the shop, making sure to be extra loud just for his sleeping twin. Beaming brightly, George lets his eyes race over every loudly-coloured display with a tiny burst of pride. As he watches the chaos below, he's reminded of the notes Fred left him the day before.*

_{Whoops! Fred left me a list of something to read, didn't he?}

*Finishes the rest of his thought out loud.*

Ah well, he can find me down here if it's that important!

*Laughs at nothing in particular, punctuating the last 'HA' louder than necessary, once again for his probably-not-sleeping-anymore twin. Counting down silently, he leaps from the fifth step up, kicking out his legs and flailing his arms in some spastic pose in mid-air before landing on the floor with a thud. Brushing his ginger hair out of his eyes with one hand, he winds up and down the aisles, pushing and pulling items on the shelves to get them semi-organized.*

*Seconds later, he calls out to a small group of younger wizards.*

That's Nosebleed Nougat, the other is the Puking Pastilles!

[Fred Weasley]

*Shuffles down the stairs with a violent expression, wondering why George is his apparently evil twin, because he'd never do anything as loud as he has if his brother was the one trying to take a nap.*

_Well...

*Pauses, looking down at the mad, brightly-coloured scene below. He silently admits that he'd do exactly what George has, especially because he's done it before. Spotting the wizard in question, he jumps- from the same stair George leaped off of- down to the scuffed floor of the shop. Turns, walking in the opposite direction from his twin as he too pushes and pulls different items into place on the shelves. Without missing a beat, he calls to three younger witches standing around a loud, pink display.*

Love potions, ladies! Make sure you send it to the right bloke though, we're not responsible for any messy aftermaths!

[Lucretia Black]

*walks into the usual hullaballo in the shop. It's full of students milling around, and that's why she chose it for meeting Theo. Looking around the shelves she makes her way slowly through the shop, until she spots Theo in some isolated corner*

"Hello! I am sorry for imposing this on you, but I thought with all these masses of people it would be best."

*grins and takes a small flagon from her pocket that has the label of one of the Weasley's love potions on it*

[Theodore Nott]

::Sighs a small breath of relief the moment he spots Lucretia, flashing her an impatient grin. She's right, this place is perfect for such a meeting, and this annoys him further.::

I can endure, it's fine.

::Eyes twinkle as he spots the flagon in her hand, shaking his head at the genius of her putting Felix inside a Weasley's bottle. Brushing a bit of hair away from his eyes, his grin grows wider as he looks back to the witch.::

Bloody brilliant.

[George Weasley]

*Snickers, watching one wizard- looks to be about a 4th year, 5th maybe- hand a younger wizard one of the Punching telescopes. He winces as the tell-tale bang reaches his ears, along with the scream of frustration from the victim younger wizard.*

Oh, I wonder what just brushed past me!

*Chuckles, stepping out of a witch's way as she walks by him, wearing a Headless Hat. He raises his voice, glancing away from her innocently when she turns to face him.*

Bro, I think we've got a ghost in here!

[Lucretia Black]

*looks around shaking her head about all the crazy youngsters, then turns her attention back to Theo*

*stuffs the bottle in his hand and smiles*

"I have my moments! Potion for you, ten galleons for me!"

*elbows a 1st year into the ribs who stepped accidentally on her foot*

[Theodore Nott]

::Grabs the potion with one hand while shoving the required amount into the witch's hand, and a smirk pops up on his face as he catches her elbowing a first year.::

Reminds me a bit of the good old days back at Hogwarts.

::Rolls the bottle in his palm, sticking out his foot to trip up a young witch that looks to be about the age of a fifth year.::

But, I suppose you get to have fun like this all of the time with teaching and what not.

[Lucretia Black]

*rolls her eyes*

"Thank Merlin, potion classes are not really popular, so I have way less of that madness."

*stifles a laugh when the girl trips*

"Unfortunately I have to behave when I teach, but my flatmate makes really awesome candles that can influence the mood. Peppermint has the best effect on students."

*asks him winking*

"You want to look around at the real love potions, or are we done here?"

[Fred Weasley]

Feb 2, 2010 22:49:04 GMT George Weasley said:

*Snickers, watching one wizard- looks to be about a 4th year, 5th maybe- hand a younger wizard one of the Punching telescopes. He winces as the tell-tale bang reaches his ears, along with the scream of frustration from the victim younger wizard.*

Oh, I wonder what just brushed past me!

*Chuckles, stepping out of a witch's way as she walks by him, wearing a Headless Hat. He raises his voice, glancing away from her innocently when she turns to face him.*

Bro, I think we've got a ghost in here!

*Blinks, shouting back before even thinking about his response.*

Really now? The more the merrier!

*Laughs, ducking just in time as a stray firework zooms right above his head. He turns, and looks in the direction that the firework was shot from. There's a group of both witches and wizards, he's guessing they're students, plus one witch in the middle with a horrified expression. He beams brightly at her, wondering if she's thinking she did something wrong by letting the firework loose.*

*Practically bouncing over to the group, he snatches one of the violently-orange coloured boxes from the shelf. He leans in closer to the students, like he's getting ready to tell them a secret.*

Personally, I'd recommend this one-

*Plucks the red coloured box from the witch's hand, replacing it with the one from the shelf.*

-the Deflagration Deluxe. Go on, see what you think!

*Notices out of the corner of his eye, one adult wizard and one witch standing off to the side. He gives two of the wizards in the group high-fives, before leaving them to their own devices as he wanders over to the couple towards the back. Recognizing the pink bottle in the wizard's hand, he smiles.*

Oh, a Love Potion? That one there works for a good 24 hours- as long as you don't botch it up of course!

[Theodore Nott]

::Opens his mouth to answer Lucretia when one, he doesn't know which and really couldn't care less, of the Ginger Twins approaches. His mouth snaps shut, and he eyes the bloke with cold hard eyes.::

::At first isn't sure why the Weasley is talking to him, until he glances down at the pink bottle in the palm of his hand. In disbelief, Theodore, looks from the bottle to Lucretia then the Weasley, and back. Rolling his eyes, his lifts them to the ginger wizard, shaking his head, obviously he's mistaken, even though Theodore is holding one of the Love Potion bottles in his hand.::

No, no... This isn't...what...it-

::Stops speaking, chewing on his tongue for a moment, irritated that he had to come here in the first place, and now Gingerboy thinks he needs a Love Potion.::

Right. Well I don't need one, just happened to pick it up absentmindedly while speaking with my friend here.

[Fred Weasley]

*Smirks down at the wizard, quirking one eyebrow as he appears to be at a loss for words.*

Oh, I can see that you don't mate, it's clear as crystal.

*Jerks one thumb over his shoulder, towards the front of the shop.*

Especially since, y'know, the display's over there.

*Glances at the witch by what's-his-face and bows, a bit too theatrically to be taken seriously. Well, it's not like many people can take the twins seriously to begin with, and their work robes honestly don't help at all.*

Why, hello there darling! Have you seen our WonderWitch products yet?

[Roslyn Levere]

She'd been on another day of errands, needing fresh quills as well as other things. Coming across the twins shop, Roslyn decided to come in and look around. Certainly they had quills inside, and she was looking forward to seeing how things looked after all these years.

*Pushing the door open, Roslyn was surprised to see the shop was quite crowded. A sense of deja vu, passed over the young witch, as she walked inside completely, and looked around.* Youthful memories flooded back to her, lifting her spirits greatly. Not much had changed, which Roslyn was grateful for.

Mixed with the crowd of strangers, Roslyn found a few faces she recognized. Theodore Nott, one of them. Though she remained indifferent, and didn't linger on him for more than a second. *Walking around a bit, Roslyn searched for some quills- already having plenty of ink*

[George Weasley]

*Doesn't even blink as the booming cracks of even more fireworks being shot off thunders through the shop, laughing loudly at the few wizards and witches who did indeed jump in surprise. He shakes his head, strands of ginger hair falling in front of his eyes as he glances towards the front door of the shop.*

Oi! Miss miss!

*Hollers in Roslyn's direction, grinning at the curious looks and such from other shoppers. He doesn't care if he's making a fool of himself, because dammit, it's his shop in the first place and he's used to the attention anyways.*

Careful, mate- wouldn't want to eat the wrong end of that, would you?

*Pats a younger wizard on top of his head, flipping the treat in his tiny hands so he wouldn't try to eat it in reverse. Sixteen steps and one goofy pirouette- to dodge what most likely would've been a terrible mess- later, he's standing behind Roslyn with a smile.*

Self-Inking, Spell Check and Smart Answer. Brilliant for exams, and very nice for every day paperwork.

[Lucretia Black]

*looks at Theo's face and can't help laughing about his embarrassment*

"Hey, what's wrong with wanting a love potion?"

*grabs that hand that holds the small bottle and puts it into the pocket of his cloak*

"Let's rather leave while they are distracted by all the turbulences!"

*puts a hand on his shoulder and tries to shove him towards the exit*