wild thing

❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ❜

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𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 everywhere outside the Burrow. It was near Christmastime. And Marina, Fred, and George were bored out of their minds. So they decided to go bother Ronniekins and Haroldine.

"Yeah, well, passing over Fred's left buttock —" Harry said as Fred, George, and Marina walked over, arm in arm.

"Well who doesn't want to converse about Fredrick's ass am I right?" Marina said with sarcasm.

"I do have one cute ass." Fred said agreeing.

"Aaah, Fred, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them." George said putting his hand on his chest.

"I'll be seventeen in two and a bit months' time," said Ron grumpily, "and then I'll be able to do it by magic!"

"What magic?" Marina snapped, "You still can't cast bloody Wingardum Leviosa without Hermione telling your doing it wrong. And plus, it seems your too busy snogging Lavender you've probably forgotten how to cast half of the spells we've learned this semester."

"Well, er, she's not exactly wrong Ron." Harry mumbled peeling a sprout.

"Your just jealous that I'm actually snogging someone now!" Ron scoffed.

Marina laughed. "Jealous? Oh Ronald, if I wanted to snog a boy, I could have done it in seconds. I don't need two years to do it like you."

"That was good one. We're proud of you sis." George said.

"And speaking of your horrid magic skills, Ronald," said Fred, "what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called — unless our information is faulty — Lavender Brown?"

"Oh her. Little sweetie pie Lavender. My best friend of five years who thinks she has to forget me and Pavarti so she and my brother thrash around like a pair of eels everywhere. Lovely. Splendid. That little shit thinks she won't come running back us when she needs us again! —" Marina mumbled grabbing a knife and chopping some potatoes very violently.

"You scare me sometimes Marina." Harry whispered.

"Shut up you two, me and Lavender aren't any of your business." Ron snapped.

"So..." Fred whispered, "How did it happen? Did she have an accident or something?"

"What?"

"Well how did she sustain such extensive brain damage? Careful, now!"

Ron then pointed his knife at Fred.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Marina said encouragingly.

Molly entered the room just in time to see Ron throw the sprout knife at Fred, who had turned it into a paper airplane with one lazy flick of his wand.