Who: Fred Weasley and Charlie Weasley (George Weasley welcome!) What: Stag Party Planning Where: WWW When: Wednesday, After Charlie's visit to Hogwarts Warnings: TBA
Fred wasn't much of a party planner as a rule. He loved parties, and was certainly a party goer, but planning them out and sending invitations and figuring out the logistics of them... well, it was woman's work, really. Or it was something less insulting and apt to get him hexed by most of the women he knew, but still it wasn't his job.
There were exceptions to every rule, though. And today he'd figured out that the first exception was when your brother was getting married and no one had planned for a proper going off for him yet. Namely, no one had planned a stag party yet. Fred hadn't ever actually been to a stag party before, but he knew enough to know that there was the possibility of naked women and massive amounts of alcohol. Those two things in conjunction meant he was in, even if he had to help plan it.
Besides, the world was going to hell. If the next however many months or years of their lives were going to be spent making sure Death Eaters were wiped out, the least he could do was be responsible for making sure that they had some fun while they were doing it. He thwaped George on the shoulder behind the counter and laughed about it, wondering if Bill had any actual friends that he should know about before they started figuring this out. Charlie woud know though, right? They could leave shite like that up to him.