Who: Fred and George When: Tonight Where: Their Flat What: Talking Rating: TBA Open/Closed: Closed
George finished closing down the shop, and then went to stick his head through the door that led down to their storage room. “Oi, Git. I haven’t had a dinner with you in ages, and we’re starting to look different. Time to fix something, yeah?” It wasn’t strictly true, but he had things he needed to talk to his twin about. And they’d been too busy running the shop, or working, or getting their bloody arms almost hexed off at the Ministry fighting Death Eaters to really spend much brotherly time working things out, lately.
“Come on. Finish up and let’s go and get a pint and something to eat, yeah? Or that Indian takeaway and bring back a case.”