Re: Fred/George
"I have no fucking clue." Fred's nose twitched. It looked -- and smelled -- like George could use a shower and some sort of sobering potion, but his thoughts were distracted by suddenly being poked in the faced.
"The fuck? Stop that." He grabbed George's hand and pushed it away. "That's my face you idiot. It's a thing called personal space." Not that they ever really had to worry about that before, but hell, surviving for several months without your twin taught Fred a thing or two. No doubt George had learned quite a few things as well, judging by his appearance.
Reaching out, he poked his twin in the face, hard. "See how you like that," he muttered.