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I'm faking glory Lick my lips, toss my hair And turn the smile on And the story's brand new But I can take it from here I'll find my own bravado.

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captain-johnsxn:

“I can see that,” she muttered eyeing him up and down. She snorted. Yes, the wall. How could she forget that? Of course, she knew he was joking, but she still wondered why. Usually people stayed away from topic of their near death—not Fred though. Talking about it never seemed to bother him, which piqued Angelina’s curiosity. He took subject more lightly than most, especially George. Merlin, she wished she had the ability to take her troubles as lightly as Fred did. “Yes, I seem to recall that. It still didn’t knock any sense into you.” Perhaps not the most appropriate thing to say, but if he wanted to joke about it, she would follow his lead. Reaching into her coat, she pulled out a peppermint, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. She’d started carrying them around with her after she’d quit smoking to help curb the urge to light up. “Want one?”

Angelina pushed her knees underneath herself and peaked over the back of the chair as Fred went to the closet. Her heart sped up as he exposed a trunk; she crouched down a little, half expecting fireworks to explode from the truck as soon as he opened it. Surprise surged through her at the sight of frogs—not what she’d expected at all. She suppressed a giggle as Fred brought one of them over. Her finger ran over the head of little creature, the rough texture of its skin rubbing against her own callouses. “It’s so cute.” Nodding, she listened to his plan, continuing to stroke the frog’s head. “Yeah, but frogs are technically allowed to be on the Quidditch pitch since there’s grass out there. I’d release them in the Great Hall.” A wicked smile spread across her face as a thought crossed her mind. “Or Filch’s office.”

Surprise over came him as Angelina, in fact, continued on with the wall joke. For a moment, he was shocked speechless, but moments later, a wildly amused grin conquered his features. He knew she could handle it, and he was glad that she threw him that reply. No one really acknowledged his incident in passing, so for someone to do that, it made Fred feel slightly more sane.  “  No, that it did not do,  ” He began, shaking his head in amusement, “  But it did give me battle scars, and I know the ladies love battle scars.  ” He mockingly raised his eyebrows up and down at her in a playfully flirty matter.  Her suggestion about the frogs was even better than his original idea, which caused him to throw his hands up in excitement, causing the frog to be tossed in the air before he quickly realized and caught it. “  That’s absolutely brilliant, Angie ! The Great Hall.. but not on just any night, no -- it’ll be a big night. The Halloween Feast! How does that sound?  ”  He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, old Filch cleaning up hundreds upon hundreds of frogs. 

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professorkrum:

“Good thing he has you to keep him in check,” Viktor said with a smile. It was always nice for him to see how close the Weasley clan was; he wished him and his sister could be the same way. “So vhen is the first game? I am excited to see a real match here at Hogwarts.”

“  First game is this Wednesday, Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw.  ”  To him, this match would be a no-brainer, Hufflepuff would most certainly wipe the floor with Ravenclaw, but he thought perhaps saying that he had a bet going to another Professor wouldn’t be the greatest idea.. “ Just wait until Gryffindor versus Slytherin though, if you want to see a real game. Those are bloody intense. Someone usually ends up in the infirmary.” He couldn’t help but grin, remembering the days it was him playing. He was sure Viktor could relate. 

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brightestwitchxmione:

   “If only that were true, Fred,” She teased just back, her fingers twiddling against her arms that were crossed over her chest. She continued to watch him as he descended the ladder, her eyes coming to meet his gaze as he stood in front of her. Standing her ground, chin lifted as a smile tugged at her mouth, Hermione observed Fred as he began to count on his fingers. The more he spoke, the more her eyes rolled, and eventually, she closed them because she could not take any more of his nonsense. As he patted her back, she swatted his hand away, her eyes sharply opening once again. “Unfortunately, dearest Fred, you are not the macho man you think yourself to be.” She joked at him, shrugging her shoulders. “But I’m sure if you can dream it, you can be it. All in due time, young one.”

   Turning round, Hermione followed Fred as he motioned towards the back of the shop, passing by a few lurkers who were testing some jokes to debate whether they should buy. “I’ve heard the rumour circulate. Even as a professor you can’t seem to keep your nose out of gossip,” Hermione teased, slipping into the backroom as she looked for the sweaters. “I doubt they’re mine, I tend to keep track of my things. Maybe he is buying sweaters just to leave them lying back here as a prank– to distract you from the whole ‘shagging’ grass situation. To make you think it’s girls and not the quidditch pitch.”

At Hermione’s words, he couldn’t help but clutch at his chest, ever so dramatically, and act as if her sarcasm had sent him to an early grave. Pretending to gasp for air, he managed to mutter out  “  Hermione, your words, they’re even more soul crushing than that wall!  ” He quickly fixed himself though, knowing that not many people, particularly those close to the situation, don’t exactly find his repertoire of wall jokes as amusing as he does. But hey, it’s the only thing that keeps him from circling the drain of absolute depression and devastation.  As the pair continued to the back of the shop, Fred couldn’t help but laugh along with Hermione. The two had spent a lot of time together this summer, and as a result, they grew quite close. In fact, Fred considered her to be one of his closer mates now, and he was very much surprised to find that the Hermione Granger had a sense of humor -- who’d have thought?  “  You know, I think you’re on to something here.. Poor Georgie, so misguided. I wonder what snapped in him for him to end up this way..  ”  Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but laugh at the prospect that his twin actually gave up his womanizing ways for a patch of bloody grass. Although, stranger things have happened.  Opening the back door, Fred lead Hermione into the back room, where there were stacks beyond stacks of boxes, each containing a prank desperately waiting to be unloaded on an unsuspecting victim. Though, that’s not what caught Fred’s gaze -- it was the three sweaters folded on a table. Walking over to them, he handed them to Hermione.  “  Are these yours? If not, they’re definitely one of George’s girls, so in any event, just take them. Not like he’d see them again.  ” After a short pause, he looked back to her with a wink, “  Though if they are theirs, you’ll definitely wanna wash them first.  ”   

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brightestwitchxmione:

  Hermione had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes as Fred spoke, clearly unamused that she was advising him to use levitating charms. She always looked out for him, sometimes on Molly’s terms, but mainly on her own terms, when she was working the shop during the summer. He was– not weak– but also not in any condition to work straight after his accident. But being a Weasley, they were hard-headed and determined, and he did as he pleased. That, however, did not stop her from nagging away, sometimes it worked and other times she had to deal with the fact that not everything could go her way.

  “I’m surprised– Fred Weasley wanting something properly done?” She smirked, arms crossing over her chest before that smile faded as he called her that dumb title everyone overused. This time, she did roll her eyes. “I’m just stopping by, dearest Freddie. It’s a Hogsmeade weekend and I was on my way to my flat, but I thought I’d nip in to say hello.”

“Hermione, hermione -- there’s just so much you simply do not know.” His tone was teasing, because in all reality, there was just too much she knew. Fred, however, enjoyed the innocent banter that came along with Hermione being so smart -- it made her clever and witty, though it also gave Fred some source of material. When in doubt, just call her a nerd. “To every macho man, much like myself, there are several things that must be done properly.” He lowered himself off the latter, now facing her completely. Holding up his fingers, he counted aloud all the proper man etiquette he was about to bestow upon her. “One, a man always does his job properly, no short cuts -- this isn’t potions. Two,” His second finger now rose next to his first, “Real men always chug back a brew in its entirety, and well three,” This time he had a light smirk on his face, bringing his hand to pat on her back lightly, “You’ll find out when you’re older, young one. All in due time.”  Walking past her, he motioned her with his head to follow him towards the back of the shop in the storage closet. “By the way, I found some old sweaters in the back, I’m assuming they’re yours.” He continued walking, looking back to see if she were behind him, “That is unless George is charming some sheila and hasn’t told me -- but that’s unlikely, I’ve spread a rumor he’s been shagging some grass.” He shrugged it off, as if this was the most normal thing a brother could do. 

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“I’m not confused,” she said with a roll of her eyes. Since she learned to tell the difference between the twins, she’d never mixed them up, even if they had switched those annoying sweaters (no offense to their mother) from time to time. Honestly, she had just begun to think of this office as George’s rather than Fred and George’s—even if she had used Fred’s chair before. “I haven’t been confused since first year. Besides, you should be rejoicing that your best mate is here to see you, jumping up and down even.”

A snort escaped her at his Mr. Right comment. “I pity the women who calls you Mr. Right.” There was no telling what that poor girl would have to endure. She just hopped that the twins kept their experiments far away from their significant others. Merlin, she would have killed them both if they had even considered feeding her anything that wasn’t yet marketed to the public. (She’d kill them for feeding her anything that was marketed to the public, but that was beside the point.)

Angelina was sure Filch just loved having the twins back at school. She snickered at the thought. “Nothing really. Just a chat.” She plopped herself down in of the chairs in front of his desk, her knees hanging over arm. “Not bothering the wonderous caretaker too much, are you? Not sure how much that old fun-hating heart could take before it gave out.”

A grin curled onto his lips -- at least Angelina could handle his sense of humor, not many of their friends could (( aside her and Lee )). Many people saw his humor as a burden on their friendship, but Fred preferred to see it for what it really was: a cherry on top of a delicious whipped cream sundae. (( You’re welcome )). Shaking his head, he gave into her joke, “Oh yes, jumping for joy -- that I am.” He then sat still for a moment, making it seem as if he was struggling to move from his desk chair. “Please forgive me if it isn’t overly enthusiastic, bad back and all. I was only crushed by a wall.” Though he was kidding, he knew it was a dark joke, but without these dark jokes, Fred wasn’t certain how well he’d cope about all of the madness from the war. Besides, Angelina could handle it, or so he hoped.  As she began talking about Filch, Fred finally rose from his desk chair. Walking towards the closet that was in their office, he opened the door, revealing a trunk that had a heavy duty lock on it. Once opened, he revealed a bunch of hopping frogs. (( Yes, they were professors now, so they had to be more careful with their pranks, hence the locks !! )) Grabbing one in his hands before turning to Angie, he locked the box again. “This here,” he began, holding his palm open so she could see he and George’s latest creation, “Is a Duplicating Toad -- couldn’t think of a better name, don’t worry, I’m on that... anyway, we’re going to release these bad boys on the Quidditch pitch, each time Filch catches one, they’re charmed into duplicating.” A mischievous grin was plastered on his freckled face. “So I suppose this will be the true test of old Filchy’s heart.” 

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HERMIONE

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  It was one of those weekends where the students had access to the little village of Hogsmeade, yet Hermione always took this opportunity to visit her flat. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to leave Hogwarts during free weekends, but maybe it was never explicitly stated in the rules she was not allowed to leave, so who was really at fault? Regardless, she was considered of legal age in the Wizarding Community and far older than a normal 7th year, so she took this as leeway of doing whatever she wanted.

  The fall breeze hit as her little feet landed in an alleyway of Diagon Alley, fingers tracing along the familiar brick walls as she emerged from the shadows and into the bustling crowd. Easily, she weaved through, a blur of black, emerald and scarlet robes fluttering all around as wizards and witches completed their evening shopping. A few stopped to say hello and to shake her hand, which she was accustomed to, but eventually, Hermione slipped on her hood.

  She passed the Weasley Shop, her old part-time job during the break from the war, eyes catching her reflection in the window. For a moment, she considered walking straight to her flat as she had intended, but when her gaze caught the familiar face of Fred Weasley bustling through and speaking to a couple customers, a grin tugged at the corner of her lips and Hermione turned around to enter through the bright orange door.

  The familiar scent of sweets and gunpowder hit her nose, a wave of summer nostalgia sweeping through as she waved to Verity who was working the till. Wandering through, Hermione made her way towards the last few aisles before finding the right twin she was looking for. “You know, it’s a lot easier to use a levitating charm than to actually heave those boxes up yourself. Don’t want to pull your back.”

Balancing two jobs had been a bit more complex than Fred had anticipated. In fact, he went into this whole part time professor gig thinking he’d have much more time to run the shop, but as of late, he found himself lucky if he could spend three hours a day at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Thankfully, George and himself had hired Verity, who was truly a blessing in disguise. If it weren’t for her, the shop would definitely be in shambles. (( Perhaps they should consider giving her a Christmas bonus this year.. )) Verity kept things orderly while Fred and George were at Hogwarts, and each day Fred returned, he was pleased with the outcome of the day before when the shop was left under Verity’s watch.  Currently, he was helping her restock the shelves, Fred climbing on a step stool and heaving the boxes of various gags and giggles (( as he liked to call them )) to the very top. Thankfully, his mother wasn’t here to scold him for it. After the war, his back hadn’t exactly healed to its full potential, and this could very well be blamed on the fact that Fred forced himself back to work six weeks before the healer suggested. To him, this was no big deal, though his mum wouldn’t let it go, so he had been seeing a healer once a week to work on his back. Things were improving, but it was an agonizingly slow process.  He spoke too soon, however, because someone who could nag just as much (( if not more )) than his mother arrived: Hermione. While, yes, he was glad to see his friend, he knew that the comment she made about his back was a pointed remark. Fred, who hated more than anything to be lectured, suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. After spending a whole summer with Hermione and getting to know her, he realized this was who she was -- she worried and she wanted to help. So, to avoid a proper scolding and any possible argument from refusing, he tried his best to deflect the conversation to a better topic.  “You know, I was always taught the proper way to greet someone was with a hello and sometimes even a hug or kiss.” Looking at her through narrowed eyes, he feigned offense. “Yet, here you show up trying to be the brightest witch of your age -- yada, yada, yada, however that spiel goes.” After a slight moments pause, he eyed her, “What can I do you for? Don’t tell me you’re looking for your old job back, Granger.”

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ANGIE

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Angelina was racing up with stairs toward George’s office. She had important things to discuss with him, though she’d barely slept a wink last night. She’d been too wired up from her swim in the lake last night to sleep. Instead, she’d spent the night writing down everything she thought the next clue could mean. It had been a long night and she’d snapped at a ton of her customers because of it.

She was swinging into the office George’s name halfway off her lips when she stopped. “Oh, wrong twin.” Wrong twin, indeed. She’d have to remember not to go running around expecting George to be in his office all the time since he had other duties to attend to, judging by his absence and Fred’s presence. It still struck her as odd to see one without the other. The separation probably happened more often than when they were in school considering how many students might want help with flying. Angelina flicked her hair out of her face. “Hi, Fred.”

Truthfully -- if Fred had known how much paper work went into this part time professor gig, he’d probably have denied it. But alas, here he was, sitting at a desk filing all sorts of documents: something he swore he’d never do. Ah -- wasn’t life bitterly ironic? For the funny man, he definitely couldn’t find humor in this situation. He sighed loudly, definitely much more dramatic than it needed to be, but he had been doing paperwork for forty five minutes, which doesn’t seem long to the normal person, but for Fred this was a mini eternity.  His attention was shifted from papers to the door when he heard someone rush into the door way. Turning his head, Fred grinned immediately upon seeing who it was: Angelina. Judging by her greeting, he could tell she was looking for George -- though he could have a bit of fun with this. Granted, he could no longer pretend to be his twin, considering the whole missing ear bit (merlin, george just had to go && ruin everything -- didn’t he?), but he could definitely tease her.  “Wrong twin? Merlin, Angie, I think you’re a bit confused. We both know I’ve always been the right twin. Some may even venture as to say, Mr.Right --” He laughed lightly, turning to completely face her, “George is off pestering Filch to get some work done on the pitch for us. What can I help you with?”

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HERMIONE

“At least I look good for an old cat lady.” With a dramatic eye roll and a quick smack of her lips, Hermione fluttered her hand in the air as if dismissing the conversation, “So why is George obsessed with the grass? I still haven’t caught on the whole ‘shagging’ craze he’s having with the pitch?”

“Dunno, Granger, I think McGonagall might have you beat in the looks department also. I mean, what bloke doesn’t fantasize about eye bags and wrinkles?” Though, as soon as Fred said this, he turned around quickly to make sure his former professor wasn’t behind him -- last thing he wanted was a smack to the head with a textbook. 

“Ah-- Georgie && his grass, a modern romance, one for the ages.” With one hand, he grabbed Hermione’s shoulders, the other he clutched at his chest dramatically. “You see, one day George tripped into the grass, and from there on out it’s been love at first sight. Inspiring. Perhaps that muggle bloke ShooksPear can write about them! ”

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+ Daphne Greengrass

Mun: Honestly, if I wasn’t playing both of them, I could actually kinda see it. I like the idea of Daphne with a Weasley. I think they’d be a balancing pair and could definitely have fun ((once daphne gets over he prejudice, or cares about what her friends would think -le shrug-))

Muse: “Slytherin girls are nice to look at, but definitely not fun to touch.”

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+ Hermione

Mun: MY.MOTHER.FRIGGIN.OTP. I’m disgustingly obsessed with fremione. They could be beautiful together, it just gives me so many feelings. bggrjktb

Muse: “Granger? Dunno, she is full of surprises lately... But not sure if it’s that sort of surprise.”

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+ angelina

Mun: I think it could be cute, definitely for a first love. I don’t know all that much about this ship to make a solid opinion, but I definitely think it could be cute. 

Muse: “Angie’s definitely a good match -- quidditch pun, not intended. I think we could have fun again, we used to a lot back in our Hogwarts days. --- Why? Did she mention she wanted me? The ladies always come crawling back, believe me.”

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Send me a "+" and a character you would like to see me hook up with..and Mun and Muse will give their opinion on the ship.

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hrryjcmes:

“George can shag all the plant life he desires.” Harry laughed loudly, shaking his head slightly as he actively fought to keep the image out of his mind. “I’m not one to shame a man for what gets him off- I just think someone needs to explain to him doing during a bunch of first year’s first flying lessons is a bit unprofessional and you’re the only one he’ll listen to.”

a small chuckle overcomes him, a grin forming as he sees harry come into view. of his sibling’s friends, harry certainly had one of the better senses of humor -- && admittedly, fred enjoyed putting harry at the  butt end of many of his jokes throughout his career as ‘ the chosen one ’ “ hiding some kinks of your own then, are we, harry? ” a tiny smirk emerges just then -- eyes dancing in anticipation of  the punchline of his joke.  “ guess i should be grateful you broke my little sister’s heart, then!   merlin knows what you’re into if you think not shaming george for   the grass is socially acceptable behavior, mate. ”

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professorkrum:

“It explains so much,” Viktor replied, half-joking. George wasn’t having sex with the grass, but he had held a lengthy conversation with Viktor on the subject. 

“ yes, well, that’s what happens when one loses an ear.   brain matter just begins to ooze out causing them to   do the strangest of things --- ” he was joking, yes -- despite it being quite dark. though after the war, fred’s humor took a turn for the deep end.  people grieve differently, after all. 

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hannahabbxtt:

Hannah blinked several times in quick succession, trying to figure out how exactly someone would shag grass. It just didn’t seem practical or, frankly, enjoyable. “Sure thing. Your secret is safe with me.” She most definitely didn’t want to repeat this conversation to anyone else because she didn’t want to hash out the details of a sexual relationship with a field of grass. “I just came in here to ask if you’ve found a Quidditch commentator yet?”

turning around to look at the girl approaching, fred waved her into his office, nodding with his head towards one of the empty seats. he  should have known -- he was a professor now, people didn’t just stop by for a chat -- it was all business (( && not the fun type like back at the shop )) he recognized hannah from years of passing her in the  corridors and dumbledore’s army, so at least he knew who he was  dealing with -- though he didn’t know too much about her.  “ right quidditch commentator. you’re interested, abbott? ” he tried studying her, seeing if he could get  a feel if she was the right type for this sort of gig.  “ think you’ve got the chops for it? ”

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feelitinmybones:

Susan snorted and decided to play along, raising an eyebrow. “Well what a hypocrite then. Caught me walking on the grass, gave me a lecture. And to think I wasn’t even shagging it.” She shook her head and then her snort turned into a full laugh when he said not to tell McGonagall. “I don’t know, mate, she seems pretty accepting.” 

After a beat Susan tilted her head to the side, considering. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever properly met. I mean, I know who you are, naturally, but hey.” She shrugged and extended a hand. “Might as well. I’m Susan.”

he shook his head, arms coming to cross over his chest. a small laugh following in suit soon after. typical george, yelling at a sheela for simply walking on his newly planted grass. he was rather  protective over the greenery -- fred simply finding it amusing.  after a moment -- the girl ((bones he thought it was, though couldn’t be sure )) introduced herself, && as suspected, he was right. if fred could remember, the two were in dumbledore’s army together.  “pleasure to make your acquaintance, ‘m fred weasley -- though if you were a good student, you should already know the name of one of your professors ---”   he was teasing, of course, though he extended his hand with a grin to let her know such -- couldn’t get off poorly with his students. 

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     Hermione rolled her eyes to suppress the laughter that was itching to escape, biting her lower lip to hold back. She was accustomed to these lame jokes the twins would tell about one another, but she never wanted to give him the satisfaction of being amused. “I’m surprised you consider me ‘open-minded,’ seeing as I’m a stickler for the rules and current Head Girl.” She tried to joke as if she really cared about any of those things. “Might as well watch out for me as much as you would for McGonagall.”

“ hermione, hermione, -- ye who hath little faith in one self. ” he teased her, though the mischievous grin that lit up his face clearly could have told her that much. hermione’s sense of humor was, to be quite honest, bloody brilliant -- and it had been one of the many surprises the witch had up her sleeve. fred just knew he could have a tug at her arm and not have to worry about being hexed into next week -- though, his sister was another story. he loved ginny, but if she wasn’t in the mood, you might as well book yourself a  room in the infirmary. a dramatic pause overcomes his amusement, eyes twinkling as he went forward with his charade. his humor, admittedly, had been the best coping mechanism from the war -- especially the part where he was basically dead (( true story, legally dead for approximately ten minutes. amazing stuff, really )) allowed him to at least find humor in the small things -- you only live once, gotta make the most of it. “ you know what, granger. you’re definitely on to something                  ----surprise there, i’m sure you’re not used to hearing that one. ” a small chuckle escapes as words continue to vocalize themselves. “ mccgonagall and you are both old ladies who have a thing for cats.”