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Who: Fred Weasley and Lee Jordan and anyone who'd like to react.
What: Getting stuck dancing
When: The busiest part of the day
Where: Outside of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
Warnings: Hilarity
Status On going/In progress



Fred was minding his own business, going out in front of the shop because he knew Lee was supposed to come by at some point and thought he'd check to see if he saw him anywhere on the street. What he hadn't expected, though, was to be caught off guard the moment that he stepped on a green brick just outside of the shop. It might not have been a very strange thing, stepping a brick, but that day it was the most horrible thing he could have done. No sooner had his shoe touched the green brick, did his legs decide that it was time to dance an Irish jig that he didn't even know that he knew. The worst part about it all was that Fred had no idea how it had begun.

"What the--," he gasped out, unable to get his legs to stop doing the strange dance. And, of course, it was the busiest part of the day and the whole of Diagon Alley was so full that there was no way no one would notice. A turn of his head had his eyes flicking through the crowd who eyed him with confusion, but it was Lee's face that caught his attention. "Lee!," he breathed. "Don't come clos--," he tried to warn, but poor Lee didn't hear him in time. He wasn't sure what nabbed him too, but his friend was snapped up into doing the same jig. "Oh, Merlin!"