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@perfectmum gets spam

“So, any chance of getting m’ own dress for this do at school? I mean, I can’t very well wear the boys’ hand-me-downs for this one.” Unless Molly herself has hand-me-downs, but Georgia would rather go naked than in some fuddy-duddy fifty-year-old number twice her size. “Date’s in yellow, so I was thinking pink...?”

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@brokenpair

Molly hadn’t come to meet them at the station.

“Maybe something came up,” George had suggested as they hauled their trunks out of King’s Cross alone---they were the only two Weasley children leaving Hogwarts for Easter. Fred had hummed noncommittally, but they were both thinking the same thing. The wounds from their OWLs were still raw, and with the added distractions of the Bagman incident, the Tournament, and Fred’s new girlfriend, this year was proving to be an even worse year for marks than the last. George hadn’t been to Herbology in weeks. They were fully expecting a storm of maternal rage the moment they crossed the threshold of the Burrow.

But when Fred opened the door, it wasn’t their mother in the kitchen beyond. It was a stranger.

Or... not quite a stranger.

“Well, fuck me sideways, if it isn’t whatshisname,” Fred exclaimed before George roughly elbowed him out of the way to see the source of the commotion. He stared for slightly longer than was probably polite before his face broke into a bemused smile.

“So it is. Good to see you in one piece, mate. I was hoping you made it out of that mess okay. Er...” He dragged his trunk in after him and nudged the door shut with his foot. “If you don’t mind my asking, any particular reason you’re in our kitchen?”

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Summer Heat

It was the hottest day of the summer season and it seemed like everyone was at a pool or lake. It was the first time that Ricardo had been in the Wizarding world during the summer normally he went home and perfected his craft with wandless magic and premonitions there. However. One of the Malfoy mentioned the lake was perfect this time of year. Ricardo had heard much about the tri-wizard competition and he wanted to see what the lake was like.

With their plan in motion the Malfoy family decided that it would be a good idea to honor his wish and take him. Once they arrived there were a few families there but no-one of true note in their opinion. Ricardo went to change and took a little longer than his hosts. As he came out with bike short style trunks and a tank top as most others wore a typical board shorts he proceeded down a hall toward the exit. He thought nothing of the silence in the area because it was muggy.

Finally being free of the people that had nothing better to do than point out how others were inferior he took a seat on the shore and looked out. The lake was beautiful and had a special power about it that made him smile. Though he wasn’t from the area he felt like he should be there. Hearing a sound coming from behind him the Warren became upset as he thought it would be the blond family attempting to assimilate him again only to see it was a young man with red hair. “ Sorry is this your spot?”

Days like this were hard to come by in Scotland, and Fred never wasted them. He’d been outside since sunrise—a real, warm, blazing sunrise, not the usual half-hearted misty business. Now the sun was higher and the water warmer, students were flocking to the lake, bathing off the stress of the past few weeks. Even George had dragged himself out of bed an hour or two earlier than usual, albeit only to curl up on the sand and doze off again.

Fred never doubted Harry’s story for a moment. But on days like this… it was hard to imagine that a long-dormant evil had just recently been released back into the world.

He waded up out of the lake—completely nude, as he always preferred to swim—after his third game of aquatic Quidditch to take his turn refereeing from the shore. He hadn’t even noticed the boy beside him until he spoke.

“Yes. You’ve stolen my particular square foot of nondescript ground. Duel me, you bastard.” He rolled his eyes and set to work wringing out his hair. “Nah, I was just gonna say, you’re sitting in rot-root. Pity if those nice legs of yours were to necrify from the inside out.”

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elizabethofbolsover

"Sheffield! Just the woman we’re looking for. Got a mo’?"

"See, we--"

"--that's last year's Quidditch team--"

"--were planning on having a game this Saturday, to keep in form and all, and we filled in Ginny for Seeker so that's all right--"

"--but Oliver's graduated and we're missing a Keeper, so Angelina volunteered--"

"--and now we're short a Chaser," George finished, breathless both from the explanation and from sprinting up Gryffindor Tower. "Interested?"