WHO: Fred and George Weasley WHAT: Entirely justified magical mayhem. They have to protect themselves, right? WHERE: London, England WHEN: Sometime in the Halloween chaos WARNINGS: Cartoon violence
"Eight...seven...six..."
George dashed down an alleyway, counting under his breath. He could hear skittering sounds behind him, claws on concrete, overlaid with evil chuckling sounds.
"Five...whup, cat...three...skip..."
He quickly sidestepped a cat that ran in front of him, hopping on one foot, then jumped into an open skip he'd run by earlier. The rubbish inside provided a nice, soft, smelly--oh well, couldn't have everything--landing, and he grabbed the top and closed it over his head.
"...one...showtime!"
The skip rocked as an explosion went off, and the evil chuckling sounds turned into shrieks of pain and anger. There was the sound of tiny feet running. George smirked. "Take that, you pesky gits."