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| | Unfinished Box of Beans A box of unfinished drabble threads that didn't reach their SS100, SS50, or SS25 target but remain a fun read nonetheless. | 
03-12-2008, 02:50 AM
| | |  Lex's 50 Gred & Forge Ficlets - Sa13+
fred & george;
I've always loved (and I mean head over heels) the twins and their comic relief, and I vow solemnly to do them as much justice as I can in 50 ficlets. Simply spiffing. 1. Accio 2. Avada Kedavra 3. Braking Charm 4. Blasting Curse 5. Colloportus 6. Crucio 7. Confundus 8. Diffindo 9. Disapparate 10. Engorgio 11. Expecto Patronum 12. Furnunculus 13. Flagrate 14. Horn Tongue 15. Hurling Hex 16. Impedimenta 17. Imperio 18. Incarcerous 19. Jelly Legs 20. Knitting Charm 21. Langlock 22. Legilimens 23. Levicorpus 24. Lumos 25. Mobilicorpus 26. Morsmordre 27. Muffliato 28. Nox 29. Obliviate 30. Oppugno 31. Orchideous 32. Petrificus Totalus 33. Point Me 34. Protego 35. Quietus 36. Reducto 37. Relashio 38. Rictusempra 39. Sectumsempra 40. Sonorus 41. Scourgify 42. Silencio 43. SpeRevelio 44. Stupefy 45. Tarantallegra 46. Tergeo 47. Twitchy Ears Hex 48. Unbreakable Vow 49. Wingardium Leviosa 50. Waddiwasi
20. Knitting Charm
“Ah,” said Fred.
“Oh dear,” said George.
“Well—”
“That can sometimes—”
“Happen,” they said in a remarkable imitation of Professor Lockhart.
Mrs. Weasley was momentarily at a loss for words, but unfortunately not movement. She brandished her knitting needles, pointing vigorously at Ginny, then stoking Fred as if they were pokers and he (as his hair and ears suggested) was a fire. Finally relinquishing her voice, Mrs. Weasley began.
“SET AFIRE THE COUCH, SHE DID! GROWN SCALES, TONGUE’S FORKED—”
Mrs. Weasley paused to snatch up Ginny’s hand to wield in George’s face. She nodded her head vigorously, eyes wide and accusing. Fred suppressed a chortle, which would have been drowned out anyways, as Mrs. Weasley had resumed.
“TALONS!! YOU HAD BEST—”
They were interrupted by a healer, who had wisely remained silent so far, but decided to interject while Ginny was still the only one seriously harmed. Mrs. Weasley gave a heavy, significant glare to her boys that withered them into their chairs again, and returned to her own seat, snatching her knitting needles up with vigor and muttering a knitting charm.
Fred sat, squirming and glancing at his mother until he couldn’t stand it anymore. “They work then?”
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03-18-2008, 05:28 PM
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| | Puffskein
Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Throne
Posts: 2,276
Hogwarts RPG Name:
L'Wren Evans
Fifth Year |
1. Accio
“Accio teapot!” George bellowed, missing a slosh of it as the tea and it’s captor landed rather unsteadily on a table to the left of them.
“Honestly, did you just summon up a bit ‘o tea?” Fred looked incredulously at his earless brother. “We’re fighting Voldemort’s lot, and you felt like a bit of tea?”
George shrugged, “I thought the circumstances allowed.”
Fred gaped further still, and George ducked a rather nasty hex, but in true gentleman style saved the teapot from it as well. Still gaping (though the corners of his mouth were twitching suspiciously upwards), Fred said, “Go on then, let me to some.”
George roared, and sat on the floor with his twin. Both enjoyed their tea with a side of battle, which had moved to the staircase below them.
“Reckon we ought to help?” Said Fred through a crumpet.
“Yes.” George took another sip.
“Right then.”
And the two continued to picnic. | 
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04-01-2008, 02:57 AM
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| | Puffskein
Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Throne
Posts: 2,276
Hogwarts RPG Name:
L'Wren Evans
Fifth Year |
50. Wadiwasi
"Have you been dieting?" Fred looked curiously at George, who was holding up a pair of rather horrid patterned trousers, presumably Mr. Weasley's, that he was meant to be folding. "Go on, let's see a before and after."
George slid the garish things onto his own sprout of a frame and pulled on the extra material as if he were in a weight-loss advert. "I've lost seven kilograms on WizardWeighty!"
Both were in hysterics. The day had been dreadfully gloomy. Unfortunately for George, Ginny, who happened to have made the ghastly trousers for her father, also happened to be passing through the kitchen. She deftly pulled a shirt from the pile, George's, as it were, and pulled it over her head. "I've just lost seven owls."
Fred howled. Sadly, there was no gum in the keyhole, and George's intended effect failed to appear as Ginny exited the kitchen, unaware of his insistent Wadiwasi! on her every other step.
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