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Fred was leaning over a cauldron grumbling and leaning over one of his books. On the pages his scribbling was almost impossible to read. He made a mental note to be a tad neater next time so he wouldn’t be having such a hard time recreating his potion. A week or so ago him and George had created a new form of love potion. There wasn’t much different about it except for that it tasted a little better and lasted a little longer if the girl wasn’t as attractive. They weren’t exactly sure how to market it yet though because a ‘potion for ugly girls’ would come off a bit offensive. A smirk tugged at a corner of his mouth at the thought though.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, wondering how George was doing in the front of the store. Most days they would both be in the front but today they happened to be a little behind in production and Fred suggested that he wok in the back for most of the day. He was staring to regret his decision because of how lonely he was getting. There was no one to joke with or make fun of and he was left to his own company and thoughts. Well, this is no fun at all, He thought, rummaging through the supplies to find some ashwinder eggs. When he didn’t find any he inwardly groaned. He had completely forgotten to restock some of the items and now he would have to order them. His face crinkled at the thought of mentioning it to George and he thought that maybe he could sneak the order without his brother noticing. The idea made him laugh at himself. It was completely ridiculous and of course George would notice. With a huff he went through the rest of the ingredients and made sure the rest were in the storage. It seemed that the only thing he was missing was the ashwinder eggs. The inconvenience of it annoyed him to no end.

Before heading to the front of the store he checked the watch again. They usually closed up in about an hour and they would be able to make the order then. Hopefully it wasn’t too busy in the front and he decided that it was time to help out his dear brother. Being away from him for this long was starting to bother him. It was a bit unnerving really and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like when they were both married with separate lives. He shook the thought away as quickly as it came. It wasn’t really something he wanted to dwell upon.

When everything was packed up in the back room he checked his robs for his wand and slipped through the door. In the main part of the store it still seemed to be buzzing with customers. It was great in that they made ridiculous amounts of Galleons, but it was extremely exhausting. Fred treaded around the store, straightening objects on the shelves with a flick of his wand. He made his way over to the skiving snack boxes and smirked at a boy who popped one into his mouth. Seconds later blood gushed out of the boy’s nose at an alarming rate. “You really should ask before you try something,” he said, eyebrows raised in obvious amusement.

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` we are young,

Philippa Ryder felt like quite the researcher today. Her subject? A young Hufflepuff boy she was fairly certain went by the name of Everett. The boy had been scoping the aisles of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezing for the past thirty minutes, the most recent twenty with Pippa as his shadow.

Her time away from the Wizarding World, with all its mystery and magic, had dragged on considerably. So, naturally, when time came for the Ryder siblings' annual trip to Diagon Alley for school supplies, Pippa was as giddy as a five-year-old who had been gifted a puppy. Her puppy, however, had been the prospects of returning to the place she most considered home. And waltzing down the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley, she was only reminded of how much she enjoyed this home. The shopkeepers waving their wands this way and that, owls in cages, books nipping at the glass of window displays - she had spent the entirety of the afternoon smiling, becoming reacquainted with it all.

The largest smile of the afternoon had come with her standing before the entrance of the all-too-famous Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. In Pippa's mind, it was only appropriate for the whirling, hopping shop to be her first stop. Fun and jokes appeared to be much higher on her list of priorities than Professor Snape's textbook requirement or an Ancient Runes atlas. And this was not out of the ordinary. With any trip to Britain's street of enchantment, Pippa often made a point of checking in on Fred and George Weasley first. After all, there was no doubt that the Twin's use of magic was beyond brilliant, possibly the greatest display on the block.

So, twenty-five minutes ago exactly, a bewitched bell let the store know that yet another customer had danced over the threshold. Her blonde hair bobbing, blue eyes searching the large store for any sign of red hair, she took to perusing about the counter and back door, which she could only assume to be her self-proclaimed mentors' most likely haunts. At twenty minutes back, however, the Gryffindor disappointingly realized her alumni friends were not about and, rather, spotted an even younger Everett frantically trying to recapture a pygmy puff set free.

She could only imagine her evil smirk when she had realized just what this meant. The boy was exactly the subject she needed -- relentlessly touching everything he set eyes on, completely oblivious to any risk it held. He was the perfect test subject to aid in her shopping. So, she put off finding Fred and George and took to following her guinea pig as he explored.

She watched him from the other end of each aisle, often behind another product, as he made a number of mistakes. Tasting a glowing green potion. Poking a whirling noise-maker. Opening a screaming diary. This boy was even further poorly off than her own self, in terms of a deadly curiosity. Pippa felt as if she should have conjurred up a clip board and white lab jacket thanks to the number of mental notes she had made and the way in she sneakily scrutinized each and every mishap of his. Of course, she had been tempted to laugh more than a number of times, and this made her a damned awful research head. Still, it was with each one of these suppressed laughs that she merrily swooped in after him, picking up the abused item for her own use later.

By the time the Hufflepuff had sauntered over to the Skiving Snack boxes - he was so resilient! - Pippa had established a rather full basket of items, which trailed after her, midair. She had settled her small frame on a counter not ten feet from where the boy had managed to open a box. With a wild grin, she watched unashamedly as he popped a treat between his lips. Suddenly, a vivid stream of scarlet erupted from his noise and her features lit up. She would have been worried if she hadn't have known that Fred and George had undoubtedly planned for such a reaction. It was really amazing magic, and it's creator --

"You really should ask before you try something." The bemused voice of Fred Weasley interrupted her observations and Pippa's wild grin lived on as he stepped up to her affectionately-termed guinea pig. Hopping from the counter and coaxing her basket along with her, she strode over to the two boys, now letting out a ringing laugh at the wide-eyed look of surprise on Everett Hufflepuff's face.

"He's right, ya know, Everett. But, I'll be taking two of those,"

[/color] Pippa joked in a happy tone, coming up behind Fred now and picking up the box that had been opened. Still chuckling some, she stepped around besides him, handing the bleeding victim what she could only assume was the curing candy, a trait she had learned in the last Snack Box she had bought. The boy with the now dyed face had started on how his name was actually Emerson, but it was hard to make out with the cupping of his hand, not to mention the fact that Pippa's attention had turned elsewhere. "Hey there, Fred!" she nodded an enthusiastic greeting, "Long time no see!"[/b][/div]

notes: Yay! I'm so excited about this. Prankster Gryffindors unite? c;

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The sight of blood rushing down the kid’s face was almost too much for Fred. He was doubling over in laughter clutching the stitch in his side while doing so. The child, however, didn’t seem very pleased at Fred’s reaction. When the laughter subdued a bit he was able to shove the other half of the candy into the kid’s mouth, immediately stopping the flow of blood. The boy was completely covered in blood and his robes were stained with it. Fred wasn’t very worried about it because the stains would come out with a little magic and the kid shouldn’t have just popped a candy into his mouth anyway.

While he was so focused on the boy he hadn’t even noticed his friend Pippa come into the shop and hop up on a counter. When she spoke his eyes completely lit up. He couldn’t even remember the last time that he saw her. The amount of things she was buying also thrilled him to no end. He looked her over and she was still as pretty as always. It was great having attractive female friends. They were always fantastic to look at and it always made him excited when they paid a visit to the store. He realized that he was being a little obvious about checking her out and flashed a smirk and wink to make it look intentional. “Blimey Pippa, I haven’t seen you…in well…I don’t even remember,” the right corner of his mouth tugged up in a smile, this time a genuine one. “Still one gorgeous lady, I see.” The other corner of his mouth turned up into another smirk. He couldn’t help but harmlessly flirt with her. It would be impossible for him not to flirt. Flirting was just natural to him and well; he was pretty good at it when he needed to be.

Fred took his attention from her to notice that the boy had apparently scuttled off in another direction. Hopefully George would find the boy and keep him out of trouble. He hadn’t seen his twin yet, but he was bound to be around here somewhere unless he left. Typically he didn’t leave without telling Fred though so he wasn’t really worried about it. Verity wasn’t much help with customers; she just did things like working at the register.


“What brings you here?” He asked. The excitement in his voice was evident. It wasn’t often that one of his better friends came into the store, especially the ones still at Hogwarts. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask her about the school, but refrained so that he didn’t overwhelm her. It wasn’t so much that he missed it, only a few select things about it. He missed Quidditch more than anything. What he wouldn’t give to be able to get back up on a broom with a beater’s bat in his hand. There wasn’t much else he missed though, except for maybe his friends and Peeves. A light sigh escaped his lips at the thought. Maybe he would be able to play Quidditch again eventually. The broom was just a dust collector in the loft for now though.

Fred hopped up on the counter beside Pippa and wrapped her in a quick, but tight one-armed hug. The ghost of a smile was still on his face. He wanted to catch up and be able to talk more with her and hoped that the store didn’t get another flood of customers just yet. Also, that she didn’t have to leave right away for any reason. Of course, she could always visit the loft or something, but wasn’t sure how to bring that up. It was a tad awkward asking a girl to your place under any circumstance besides dating. Maybe he was better off if they just went out somewhere and talked. His brows furrowed in thought. The shop wasn’t open that much longer so he would be able to go out with her after if she was available. He made a mental note to ask her at some point in the conversation.

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` we are young,

The day Fred Weasley ceased to make her laugh was the day the earth plummeted in to the sun. The mere sight of him doubling over in amusement brought chuckles past her lips. Apparently, it had the opposite effect on the Hufflepuff blood fountain, sending him scampering off in to another portion of the store. Pippa glanced after him quickly, tempted to say goodbye and possibly a thanks to her guinea pig. Luckily, she had been focused enough on seeing Fred again to deter her from adding anything of the sorts.

It had been quite a while since she had seen her good friend. And at his classic 'Blimey', Fred brought up a good point -- it had been long enough that she couldn't recall their last meeting either. "I know, it's been ages," she agreed with a hearty nod. Unfortunately, Pippa rarely got around to venturing to Diagon Alley. Considering she lived her summers in a very muggle town and her school year was obviously spent away at Hogwarts, this was only to be expected. Especially now that The Weasley twins were no longer a part of her everyday life at Hogwarts. Still, after this time away, she could count on Fred to make her laugh, but also offer her a good boost of confidence. Her lips pulled further into her smirk, one brow cocking jokingly as the redhead gave her a once over. "Still one gorgeous lady, I see."

With out a moment's hesitation, Pippa's head tilted in a mocking fashion. "Still checking me out, I see," she teased in retort, wrinkling her nose in a very animated manner. She couldn't keep from laughing more with the motion, the feel of it tickling her features. Fred had always been a flirt, and it seemed to be a family trait inherited across the board. Pippa had come to expect nothing less from the older male, and it was often a subject of joking between them. Fred would flirt and Pippa would happily call him out on the matter. She was lucky he was so uninhibited in his flirting, too. Otherwise, knowing her track record, she may very well have gone oblivious to the lot of it. Their harmless back and forth was much more enjoyable. And, in her mind, it was just that -- a harmless laugh.

"What brings you here?" Pippa thought she sensed a bit of excitement in his voice. This only kept her smile steady. It was good to know that she wasn't bothering Fred, that her mentor was just as happy to see her. She knew him and George had to be incredibly busy with the recent boom in business. Really, from what she's gathered, they had taken off like no other. And this was only evident in the many customers that had flooded the shelves earlier. Luckily, things were dying down. Meaning it was close to closing time, but also that maybe Fred had more than a moment to catch up.

"Oh, I was in town buying some wonderfully heavy textbooks and I thought I'd stop in here first, to say hullo,"

[/color] she answered earnestly, "Plus, you guys had the best window display on the block. I couldn't pass you by." She shifted her weight some on the counter, allowing her neck to crane and her eyes to gaze over the many colors and objects of the shop. It really was a brilliant sight to behold. While one toy whirled, another whizzed. And as one color popped up here, another there. Yes, there was no doubt that she thought the store to be a success. "That, and,"[/b] she added after a moment, now looking back at him as he saddled up next to the counter, "Noah and I are running low on things to keep Hogwarts on their toes." She motioned towards the floating basket, its contents piled up to its brim. Her smile fell in to a classically mischievous grin. "I figured I'd just have to pick your brain."[/b]

As Fred hopped up to join her on the counter, she leaned back some, relaxing. His arm pulled her in to a hug, which she happily embraced. Yes, while she counted Fred as her mentor, there was no doubt that she also counted him as on of her better friends. It was hard not to after all the fun they had had together at Hogwarts. She did feel bad, though, not knowing how he had been recently. She was rather behind. Time to rectify that! "How have things been going for you?"[/color] she asked, nudging him lightly in the side. "How's life now that you don't have to worry about detentions?"[/b]
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notes: I'm sorry that took so long! I'm not usually like that, promise. This week has just been a weird one!

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[marisa]

It was nice having someone to tease him that wasn’t his twin. “You caught me,” he said. Having Pippa around was refreshing and he forgot how much he enjoyed being in the girl’s company. The smile on her face was making him beam in return. It was hard not to smile at that. Hers was completely contagious and it thrilled him that she was here for his products. It made him feel accomplished and that he and George were setting a name for themselves, besides the one they set in Hogwarts. When she mentioned the heavy textbooks it started to get his mind reeling. Maybe he and George could make something to fix that problem. However, it wasn’t much of a prank so he shook it off. He would talk to George later and mention it. It wasn’t a very good idea so he wasn’t sure where he wanted to go with it exactly.

Fred wasn’t sure if Pippa was aware of how big she was making his head. When she said that his store had the best window display on the block his ego tripled in size. Hell, he knew his display was good but he didn’t think it was the best. Hearing that made him feel particularly proud of him and his brother. They always had a knack for business and selling. He had a feeling that their store was going to be completely fine business wise. The Deatheaters still made him a bit nervous though. The last thing the store needed was to look like some of the other ones in Diagon Alley. Some of them were starting to go downhill. It didn’t have the same color and magic as it used to, but he and George tried to bring it back… as much as they could bring back, at least.

Noah and I are running low on things to keep Hogwarts on their toes. At this Fred snorted in amusement. The thought of people continuing his and George’s dirty work was brilliant. He could practically see the teacher’s exasperation now at the pranks and children skiving classes. Fred let out another deep chuckle and rested his arms behind him to support the weight of his body. He leaned back more on the counter and glanced up at the ceiling. There were all sorts of gadgets and things zooming around the store. “You can pick my brain anytime, I’m glad to help,” he smirked and shifted again so now he was sitting straight.

She asked how things were going with him and he had to think about it for a moment. There wasn’t really a good answer to it. Things were generally dull in his life. The store itself was exciting, but he and George were constantly working and inventing things. He wouldn’t trade it for the world, but would hardly call it exciting enough to discuss. His brows furrowed in concentration. There wasn’t much to tell her about. It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend or any significant women in his life. As far as he knew there wasn’t one in Fred’s either. He let out a small breath of air.
“Honestly nothin’ worth talking ‘bout,” he admitted, running a hand through his short flaming red hair. “What ‘bout you, Pippa? How’s the life of ol' Hogwarts without us?” He asked, referring to his twin and himself.

Fred reached into his robe for his wand as he noticed a child attempting to shove a few of the prank candies into his robes. He muttered the levicorpus spell, which he learned first hand from Snape one evening when he got on the older man’s nerves. Fred laughed heartily at the sight of the child dangling in the air from his ankles. The candies fell out of his robes and landed onto the floor with a few small thuds. Fred hoped that George had witnessed this from wherever he was in the store. It was something he knew his brother would get a good kick out of. When he was satisfied with traumatizing the first year, he set him back down with a flick of his wand. “Anyway, Yeah, detention. I don’t miss that,” he smiled, attempting to return back into the conversation smoothly. "It's nice being able to go a night without writing lines, ya know?"

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` we are young,

As Fred admitted to giving her the once over, Pippa's features broke into a wide smirk. She felt an odd sense of pride boil up in her chest. While most girls might relish in the fact that they were being deemed attractive, Pippa found more accomplishment in her ability to catch on to his gaze. To say the least, this was a rare occurrence for the girl. She found no difficulty in determining when two people outside of herself were flirting with each other or flashing meaningful looks, but when the matters revolved around her, she was typically as blind as a flirtatiously incompetent bat. Considering the fact that she had a rather large number of male friends, she simply assumed those of the other gender saw her as nothing more than one of the guys. You would have to nearly slap her across the face while screaming, I am about to flirt with you! before the Gryffindor would come to any sort of understanding. This was one of the reasons she so enjoyed teasing Fred on the subject. Sure, the boy had more game than a hunting safari and was most likely very capable of being more stealthy with his charm, but with Pippa he rarely was. And she was very grateful for the fact.

Almost as grateful as she was for him allowing her to dive head first into his bag of tricks. You can pick my brain anytime. I'm glad to help. She nodded at this and glanced over at her floating basket, its contents nearly spilling over its brim. It even bobbed slightly in midair, a direct effect of its very weight. While Pippa wasn't usually the sentimental type, she figured it would be an injustice for her to not count Fred and George Weasley among some of her greater inspirations. The two had coaxed on her curious, mischievous side while they were at school, brought out her trickery and inner prankster. She had undoubtedly learned just as much -- if not more -- from them than she had from some of the more dull professors at Hogwarts. She wanted to continue on their tradition, to the best of her ability, and she knew Noah felt the same way. They had actually had a conversation or two regarding the matter. "Well, good. Because I don't know how to work half the things in that basket there," she laughed some, her mind teasing at the thought of her wrecking havoc as the Hufflepuff from earlier had. "And I really can't let Peeves take all the glory, now can I?"

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Lifting one hand and brushing stray hair behind her ear, Pippa now conceded to leaning back even further, watching and waiting for Fred to explain what she could only assume was going to be an amusing life-after-Hogwarts story. She noted his brow furrow and this sent her head tilting in anticipation. For some reason that was quite beyond her, Pippa had always assumed the redhead would be living life like those business men her father used to grumble about. Lots of dates, a few travels here and there, always thinking up a new invention that would send the consumers scrambling. She didn't mean it as a means of idolizing the Weasley twin, but she did have faith in her friend. Despite these assumptions of hers, looking at him now -- everything from his smile to his attire -- he didn't seem the type. He seemed like the Fred she had always known and loved. There was yet another thing to be grateful for.

Honestly, nothin worth talking bout. Her lips pressed together, unsure if she was quite willing to believe that. Still, she shrugged lightly. "Maybe that's a good thing?' she offered, now rethinking her disbelief. Nothing worth talking about was better than bad things to be talked about. And while Pippa may have made a life for Fred in her head, the reality was that times were changing outside for the worse. And the reality, therefore, was also that a normal life was better than the darker alternative.

Now it was her turn to pause and consider what had happened for her since the two had last laughed together. She found that she was in the same boat as Fred. Home for the summer. It was never really an eventful topic and it certainly didn't call for any wild stories. "There hasn't been anything really intriguing for me, either,"[/b] she admitted, only to carry on, "Hogwarts, on the other hand, isn't exactly the same without you two. People don't laugh as much. Luckily, that toad of a woman is no longer there, though, to suffocate us all."[/b] She didn't feel the need to refer to Dolores Umbridge by anything otehr than a reference to a slimey amphibian. She also felt no need to dwell much further on the subject besides the momentary triumph that came with the fact that the woman was now gone.

She didn't have to seeing as within a moment, Fred's keen eye had apparently spotted a thief. The next thing Pippa knew, a first year boy was being hoisted into the air by his ankle, candles accusingly falling about his shadow below him. Pippa's eyes widened with unabashed amusement. She may have found harm in the spell, but this was a security matter. And besides his pride, the boy wasn't being hurt. Now, his pride, that deserved some bruising if he had indeed stuck those candles in his pockets.

Pippa glanced from the scene to Fred, snickering at the look on his face. Her eyes continued to travel back and forth in bemused awe. Once the boy was back upright and scampering off, Fred had attempted to ease seamlessly into the conversation again, but Pippa's curiosity was still caught entangled by the spell. "Well, yes, lines are going to be our downfall," she answered distractedly, relatively unaware of what she was actually saying. Thus, she was completely unaware of the goofy pun involving the boy falling and their downfall. She, of course, was busy punishing her ears for missing what Fred had muttered. "The spell was brilliant,"[/b] she continued, her voice highlighting her intrigue with a flash of excitement. "What was that? I might have to learn that one..."[/b] She trailed off, her gaze following in the same fashion as she turned to the candles on the ground.

Always something to learn.

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notes: One. i'm a bad person! two. i'm assuming pippa wouldn't know levicorpus...though, if i'm wrong, feel free to shoot me. XD

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Fred couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her wide smirk. She seemed pleased that he had checked her out and it was kind of hard not to. It’s not like she was a bad looking woman. Come to think of it, a lot of his women friends were quite attractive. The thought made him a bit pleased with himself. At least he was always in good company, of some sort. It was no use in being discreet while complimenting her. He still meant everything he said, but it wasn’t as if he was trying to win her over. If he were, then the charm and cheesiness would have to be kicked up into full gear. When her gaze went to the floating basket his eyes followed and he let out a small snort at the sight. Most people who bought that much generally knew what they were doing with the products, but according to Pippa she hadn’t a clue what to do with half of it. He didn’t mind showing her of course. Since a large portion of his time was dedicated to making the pranks, he didn’t have a whole lot of time to perform them. The only times he usually did was when he was testing the products out, or if he and George were having some kind of prank war. They hadn’t had one in awhile though and Fred was itching to prank someone. He looked over the basket again and gave Pippa a sly grin. “I’d love to show you how they work,” he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He was happy to know that people at Hogwarts wanted to carry on his and George’s tradition of giving the school a little hell every once and awhile. When he and his twin left he knew that people tried to do things like them. However, he learned from his siblings that people sometimes tried a little too hard. The key to being a great prankster is to know how often to do the pranks, and when to draw the line. Everything that he and George ever did was thought out long before it was actually done. Mostly to keep out of trouble, but also to keep a bit of tactfulness in their pranking. A faint smile played on his face from the thought. He missed the school sometimes, but mostly just the chance to have fun like that. Pippa mentioned Peeves and Fred’s face lit up again. “How is that poltergeist? I miss ‘em.” He said with a light chuckle. Peeves was another one of Fred’s favorite parts of the school. Most people had a hard time dealing with the poltergeist and found him to be quite annoying. Fred, however, found him to be completely brilliant and Peeves inspired a lot of the pranks that were for sale in the store. Without him, Fred wondered what his life would have been like at Hogwarts. Even when they left Peeves seemed to like the twins. Not that they hadn’t fallen victim to one or two of the poltergeist’s tricks, but generally Fred and George were in on mostly everything he was planning on doing. He didn’t obey students ever before, but like Fred and George told him, Peeves gave Umbridge hell for them. When Pippa replied to Fred’s statement of having nothing to talk about all he could do was shrug. It was a good thing in a way, because no news was often good news. There had been no attacks or threats on the store. At least for now, he and his twin were safe. They knew though, in a matter of time something was bound to happen. Almost every store in Diagon Alley had almost been wiped out and they were one of the only stores around not boarded up or broken into. There was high protection on the place though, and the concept of the store in general clearly meant that the twins wouldn’t come easy. They weren’t thick enough to believe they were above being attacked or killed. Although they were purebloods, their family was referred to as blood traitors. There wasn’t anything new going on in Pippa’s life either, so at least Fred wasn’t the only uneventful one. He knew that some things probably went on, just nothing interesting enough to talk about. That’s how his life was at least. All he did was work and pal around with George in his free time. Nothing changed about him over the years and he was glad that it was like that. He couldn’t imagine being any different. He frowned to hear that Hogwarts wasn’t the same without him and George. Sometimes, he wished he could go back. He missed his friends and Quidditch. They had jobs though and school was never all that great for the twins anyway. Sitting in a classroom never interested them all that much and they found out hands-on learning was really more of their thing anyway. He was glad to hear that nothing horrible was going on there. It was easy to see there was a war coming up and he worried sometimes. A lot of his friends were at the school along with two siblings. He wouldn’t know what to do if something were to happen. After dealing with the thief he couldn’t help but smirk at her snickering. It was a sound he loved. Any kind of laughter thrilled him really, but especially laughter of his friends. She seemed a bit distracted though as he tried to ease himself back into the conversation they were having. Fred thought he did a pretty good job at it too, especially after dealing with that kid. People didn’t steal from Fred and George. After stealing a thing or two from teachers over the years they knew all of the tricks and someone wasn’t going to put one over on them. They were too clever for that. She said the spell was brilliant, and he smiled in return. “I learned it first hand,” he muttered, remembering being hoisted up by his ankle himself. He and George occasionally had got caught at Hogwarts, though it never happened the same way twice. “It’s called levicorpus,” he told her, slipping his wand back into the pocket of his robe with another infamous grin.

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Pippa's eyes lit up at Fred's snort, watching as he focused on her little basket of his very own inventions. She was willing to bet that him and George had founded a number of fond memories when creating these jokes. Pippa could only imagine the two of them tossing ideas off each other, their back room a myriad of new products. And, as Fred's features spread into that sly grin she had come to know and love, Pippa found herself laughing happily. "So, you'll be my own personal instruction manual?" she jested, now glancing in the basket herself. "What service!" She wanted to reach in and pull out something at random. Simply to see just what he would do with it.

Her wand slipped from her sleeve dutifully, drawing the basket across her front and over towards the shop owner. It hovered there now, bobbing in a tempting sort of manner. "Any recommendations?" she asked, her tone copying his mischievous spark. It had been a while since she had seen her friend, which meant it had been a while since she had really seen him in action.

Pippa watched as Fred beamed, jumping at the mention of Hogwarts' own poltergeist. She smiled softly and nodded, raising both brows in thought. "Peeves is still...well, Peeves," she replied, unsure how to go about explaining the ghost. There was still a certain sense of affection to her tone. Pippa rather enjoyed Peeves and his practical jokes. Of course, like most anyone who had ever set foot in the hallowed halls of the school, Pippa had been caught in the crossfire of a good number of his pranks. She, however, would often laugh right along with him, finding his bit of entertainment to be good-humored. She wasn't conspiring with the poltergeist, as Fred and George had, but she could appreciate him. There had been but a few times when Pippa had felt truly flustered by Peeves' tricks, one such time leaving her walking into the Potions classroom dyed a very bright pink. Now, that had taken a few days to scrub out. "I'm sure he misses you, too, in his own little way," she added, flashing Fred a quick and characteristic wink.

Fred's shrug brought on a strange wave of relief for Pippa, the two of them establishing that nothing very eventful had occurred recently. Typically, Pippa would be the type to want adventures, to listen intently as someone went off into what she hoped would be a detailed story time. With the current times and inevitable war, though, Pippa was happy to hear that things were relatively normal. Unfortunately, anything but normal had a fair chance of causing someone heart ache. And she'd happily give up the exciting stories if it meant they were side-stepping pain.

Pippa didn't linger long on those solemn thoughts. When it came to the more serious subjects, she wasn't very keen or socially apt. In fact, most of the time, she lacked the necessary tact. Luckily, the thief had served as a distraction, even with Fred making a fairly seamless transition back to conversation. Her lips pursed at his mutterings, trying to hold back more laughs as she pictured Fred hoisted upwards. Like an awkward, heavy flag. She could only figure that her red-headed companion's face had been absolutely priceless. He probably hadn't have been too hurt -- what harm was a little ankle lifting? -- so Pippa found no shame in letting her imagine go wild with image. And. ah, what a glorious image it was! "Now, what did you do to deserve that?" she inquired, the entertainment and curiosity probably dancing across her face.

Levicorpus. She blinked, reviewing the spell in her mind. Levicorpus. She had never heard of it. Seven years of school and they had left out that one? Bugger. "Levicorpus," she repeated, now vocal, "I'm going to have to remember that one."

Years of knowing one another and Fred was still teaching her things.

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