Remus J. Lupin (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} justmoony) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-01-17 00:51:00 |
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Who: Remus Lupin and George Weasley (Possible appearance by Fred?)
What: Managing Mischief.
When: 16th January; evening.
Where: Diagon Alley; WWW
Warning: TBD
As Remus tugged his coat on and brushed a hand through his hair, he reminded himself for what he hoped was the first and last time he would ever utter the words "I'm bored" around the Weasley twins. He was most certainly not bored now. He couldn't stop smirking and chuckling, but he wasn't bored. The boys always did remind him of James and Sirius more often than he'd like to admit and maybe that's why he'd let them get away with anything. They could run all over him and he'd just laugh and say boys would be boys.
Floo was the best way to travel, usually, but not from a safe-house. Remus apparated to a nearby abandoned house and flooed from there into the pub in Diagon Alley and then took the stroll down the towards the Weasley's shop. It was impossibly hard to miss even if you didn't know where you were going. A bit of a spring propelled Remus' steps towards the building, though he was a bit concerned by a dodgy looking hag hanging about outside, before pushing his way into the closed shop and locking up behind him.
He looked around, smiling at all the bright colors and the still-whirling objects, all the noise and loudness and the... Fred-and-George of it all. "Who do I need to hex to get some bloody service around here?" he called out, a cheerful tone to his rough voice.
What: Managing Mischief.
When: 16th January; evening.
Where: Diagon Alley; WWW
Warning: TBD
As Remus tugged his coat on and brushed a hand through his hair, he reminded himself for what he hoped was the first and last time he would ever utter the words "I'm bored" around the Weasley twins. He was most certainly not bored now. He couldn't stop smirking and chuckling, but he wasn't bored. The boys always did remind him of James and Sirius more often than he'd like to admit and maybe that's why he'd let them get away with anything. They could run all over him and he'd just laugh and say boys would be boys.
Floo was the best way to travel, usually, but not from a safe-house. Remus apparated to a nearby abandoned house and flooed from there into the pub in Diagon Alley and then took the stroll down the towards the Weasley's shop. It was impossibly hard to miss even if you didn't know where you were going. A bit of a spring propelled Remus' steps towards the building, though he was a bit concerned by a dodgy looking hag hanging about outside, before pushing his way into the closed shop and locking up behind him.
He looked around, smiling at all the bright colors and the still-whirling objects, all the noise and loudness and the... Fred-and-George of it all. "Who do I need to hex to get some bloody service around here?" he called out, a cheerful tone to his rough voice.