Dysfunctional

60 - Flight of Fancy

Sunday, October 19

Fred and George were a bunch of bright lads - Sirius had known that of course, but they continued to impress by pulling one more trick out of their hats.

For one, when the Order had first discussed on the necessity to have some form of communication with the people outside, the boys had agreed to take it on as a challenge. While they had devised a broadcasting network exclusively for the Order, the idea had been somewhat conceivable, and thus not outlandishly spectacular. Sirius should have known they would improve upon it and take it up a notch, however - they just didn't do anything in halves.

"What can we say? In for a Knut, in for a Galleon, am I right, George?" grinned Fred.

George beamed identically to his twin. "We got the idea from you, Cathy. It's a variation on the charm we use for our wireless, but listeners can now use the charm that Fred and I worked on, along with the password we give them and use it to send out their messages to us. "

Fred added, "We've tested it out on our last broadcast and we actually have more than thirteen listeners who got back to us with their side of the news and rumours in the last twenty four hours."

"You boys should have become Aurors," said Tonks, shaking her head, mightily impressed. "Or at least joined the Ministry. The sodding geezers we have up there could learn a thing or two."

The twins appeared chuffed at her praise when Kingsley interrupted, "What do we have?"

"Fred and I took the liberty of noting them down," said George, passing a piece of parchment to him. "A lot of Muggle attacks, mostly," said Lee, who had been helping out the twins. "I reckon I counted around three families dead just this week alone. I found and went through the Muggle newspapers. They've reported them as gas leaks and other hogwash."

"You can tell it terrorized a lot of the Wizarding families in the vicinity," added Fred, gravely.

"And one of our listeners said that they heard there's Inferi being let loose in many parts of the south too. Like we didn't already have to deal with Dementors and Werewolves," said Lee, rolling his eyes.

"And someone also said they'd heard Gwenog Jones was dead," said Fred, snickering and looking over at Gwen, who was practicing with Remus on one corner of the room, struggling with the Patronus Charm.

"Clearly, not all of these news is true," said Kingsley, inclining his head. "We might have to verify them all for ourselves before we decided to announce something as blasphemous as that."

"I agree," said Sirius, leaning back in his chair. "We don't need to be spreading false rumours or allow them to continue either."

"Too right you are, Sirius," said George, beaming before picking up his quill and scratching something on the parchment. "We can introduce a segment dedicated to clarifying rumours that we hear from both our listeners and our other news sources."

"We've also heard rumours about Harry, I see," said Tonks, leaning in beside George to have a gander at the parchment he was scribbling on.

"Oh, yes," said Fred, speaking rather dramatically. "Rumours on where The Chosen One is and also speculation on what he's doing right now. The Prophet really let the Kneazle out of the bag when they did that piece saying Harry's on the run. I suspect You-Know-Who himself would be in a dither to understand exactly what's going on with him."