#lcstlaugh

       ——    ❝   YO,  GEORGE !      .  .  .     or  FRED.     which  one  are  you ?              ANYWAY !      I  made   this   thing    &    I   need   your   expert  opinion  on  it,  ‘kay ?     it’s  a   bug   that   turns   wood  into  jelly.    so   when   you   keep    one   on   a   chair ;     it  becomes   jelly           geddit ?    ❞

     “y’know, you’re a GREAT pillow.”     The TIRED chaser muttered to her teammate QUIDDITCH practice needed to stop     being so early. She yawned a little, her hand covering her mouth, as she rested on     Fred’s shoulder. USUALLY, she’d be making insults and being her usual self, but     she was TIRED and she had discovered in FOURTH YEAR that Fred made an     excellent pillow. VITAL information for the current FIFTH YEAR. Of course, WOOD     was completely insane but did he really have to continue talking over BREAKFAST.     Practice had gone okay, she’d made all the shots she needed, did the combos, but     that didn’t stop her from CONTINUING to feel exhausted and so cling to the other     one who usually was half-asleep at practice.      “Do you think... if McGonagall cancelled Quidditch again... Wood might explode?      Perhaps little Quaffles would be in his brain? perhaps that why he is so obessed?”     She was more talking to herself, but still loud enough that Fred would be able to      hear her WEIRD commentary. 

                      ❛    You  truly  need  to  work  on  THAT  spell,   Fred.    I  mean,    no  DISRESPECT  intended  but  a  first  year  could  have  CAST  it  with  more  precision  than  YOURSELF.    ❜      Yet,    a  smile  had  cracked  upon  her  FACE  after  a  stern  opinion  was  voiced.    He  was  one  of  the  TWINS  after  all.

        a  quick  glance  snuck  around,   wary  eyes  make  sure  the  place  is  devoid  of  judgmental  housemates.    ❝     OH, WEASLEY !      loving  the  shop,  really.    good  job.                         what you got there ?   ❞  

                                blue eyes, still glazed over with sleep, slide over to him, sprawled out still under the covers. she is leaning back on her arms, hair messy and tousled in a halo that spilled over her shoulders, curls making their way down to her chest as she allowed a small sigh, lips curling into a smile. feigning reluctance, she lays herself down again, curling into his chest, wrapped under his offered arm, reveling in the familiar way it pulled her close, he was right - the house was quiet, they didn’t have to work ; why shouldn’t they ?

                              laughter spills from her lips as she pushes his hands away from her waist, light, ticklish touches avoided with a twist of her hips, backing away from him, hands held between them, a finger raised in warning. ❛  fred -- DON’T !  ❜ his lips on her cheek - she turns her face a fraction, a reflex to hide her pink cheeks, but allows him to EMBRACE her, hold her, her arms reaching around him to reciprocate. it felt good, and warm, and safe ; he was her SAFE PLACE, something realised more with each day, with each ridiculous comment.

         “---- You really are an overgrown child. Go jump off the ASTRONOMY tower.”          ( Alicia was in a VERY bad mood today and it seems FRED was going to get          the worst of it. ) Her arms folded a little and her fists were already CLENCHED.