A “band”? *scowls lightly* What’s a band? I suppose. But people around me aren’t that funny. *shrugs* You’ve been in a war, too? When? Which war was it? What’s a JESTER’S CAP? *huffs in frustration and folds her arms again* In the name of all the Gods, why do you speak so FUNNY?*tries to hide a smirk* He’s not girly, he’s a great warrior. He’s just… *coughs* He has pretty hair. But, okay! *claps excitedly* We could cut his hair in his sleep?
*raises a brow and watches her huff with a smile* I speak funny? You’re a girl of eleven talking about war. A band is a group of people that gather round to play instruments together… like the guitar and then someone would sing. Or something like that. And the war I was in was… well it’s sort of ongoing I suppose. Wizards fight different sort of wars. We don’t fight with swords and guns and arrows and whatnot. Just magic. *shrugs his shoulders and smiles* We’re just different, I suppose.
Pip, it would be my honor to accompany you on cutting such a man’s hair. *chuckles* But you’ve got to be sure to make it uneven. Otherwise it just looks like he went to a barber who might have been a tad sloppy.
We said no such thing, Mione… calm down. We just said you might be the one to rule over first years and try and educate them more… traditionally.
*awkwardly hugs his mother*We know what we want in life, mum. We can make a living with it.
*smile at them and looks down*
We’ll give you the sort of kitchen you always deserved. We’ll make a living off of getting in trouble, Mum. And we’ll all have what we couldn’t before.
*hugs Fred too*
All I want is my family to be happy. And, while I wouldn’t say I approve of you you making a living out of getting in trouble, and I think you could do more with your lives, if it makes you happy, who am I to stop you?
We have to educate the future generations
in the art of pranks, mum. If we don’t, who will?
*snorts* Certainly not Professor Snape… though I bet Hermione might try… she give sit quite a go these days.
*awkwardly hugs his mother*We know what we want in life, mum. We can make a living with it.
*smile at them and looks down*
We’ll give you the sort of kitchen you always deserved. We’ll make a living off of getting in trouble, Mum. And we’ll all have what we couldn’t before.
*shakes her head* you don’t seem to understand, that I don’t want you two to ever have to give anything up for the other. I know you would, I just don’t ever want to see either of you hurt.
Muuuum
I’d give my life for Freddie. Gladly.
As if I’d ever let him! *smiles an ruffles George’s hair*
We get in trouble. But come one, Mum. It’s who we are. We’re good at it. And we’re good at looking out for one another.
What we do isn’t wrong, mum.… you treat us like muggles.
Like we’re not your sons, too.
We aren’t out killin’ people, we’re careful.
*sighs* You are my sons, and I love you both an indescribable amount. Don’t ever doubt that.
But you are destroying things. And what if one day you aren’t careful enough, and one of you guys get’s hurt? I couldn’t live with myself if I let you do things like that and you ended up hurt.
We’re not dumb enough to get hurt, mum. Not like Ron.
It takes an awful lot to get a Weasley downed, Mum. Besides, there’s two of us! More than enough to make up for the other.
If Georgie needed a finger, he could just have one of mine.
What we do isn’t wrong, mum.… you treat us like muggles.
Like we’re not your sons, too.
We aren’t out killin’ people, we’re careful.
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Fred ALWAYS gets the girls.
I can’t help that I’m more charming, Georgie… your day will come.
Harry and Hermione are always welcome as part of the family.
But do not say that I am not proud of you. *kisses both of their foreheads* I am proud of you making others smile. I’m just not proud of you blowing things up.
*pulls away from the kiss*
So why do you treat us like next door neighbors sometimes?
*puts his hand in George’s*
Or like we’ve joined the bloody Death Eaters? It’s all in sport, you know.
