3rd spell ~ [Video | Filtered to Fred and George Weasley | Morning idk]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[There is only one reason Merlin goes with video, because he feels pretty horrible and probably looks it, with his hair standing up in all directions and his eyes drooping and the way he's draped on his bed, face half-buried in the pillow.

Horrible headache, thick tongue, overall gross feeling, etc etc.

The reason he chooses to show it even if he suspects the twins might find some amusement in it or something (depends on their own state at the moment, doesn't it)? So he can glare properly.]

Remind me to never go drinking with you and your friends ever again.

Comments

[onlyholey]

It's the price you pay for having a good time, unfortunately.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

I've been having a perfectly good time for years without this result, and I could probably keep at it! You'll be the death of me.

[onlyholey]

You'll be alright, mate. Drink some tea.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Mrrrg grumble.]

Mnf. Are you going to say that's going to make me magically better?

[onlyholey]

Not as much, no. But it helps. Chips do the trick as well.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

That means moving. Effort.

[And the bed is very, very comfy.]

[onlyholey]

That's what the take-away is for, mate.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Another new word.]

Take-away?

[onlyholey]

Mate, I'm going to tell you something that'll change your life. Do you have a pen near by? Write this down.

[There's a scrambling of papers on George's end before he finds the flyer of the local chip shop. He rattles off the number.]

Dial that into your device and ask for haddock and chips with mushy peas and give them your address. Takes about 20 minutes to get there, usually.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Urgh, no, I don't have a pen, hang on.

[He supposes he can bother moving if it means getting food delivered. So he drags himself off the bed to shuffle out the door and find one.]

They actually bring you the stuff? It's like being royalty.

[onlyholey]

Well you have to pay for it, mate. You do have money, don't you?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Yeah, I got that. Of course I have money.

[onlyholey]

Brilliant. It'll be a few of those orange ones.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Alright.

[He's silent as he rummages around for a piece of paper and a pen, gives an "aha" of triumph when he finds it" and then he writes down "takeaway" and what George recommended to order, to make sure he keeps track of it. And then:]

Tell me the number again?

[onlyholey]

[He repeats it again.]

Got all that?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Squinting at it, he mutters it quietly, to himself but still loud enough for George to hear too, and nods.]

Think so. Thanks. I might even not consider cursing you as repayment for this.

[Not that he actually would.]

[onlyholey]

Cheers, mate. Means a lot, that does.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

As it should.

[Perhaps he finds a bit too much enjoyment in this whole "greatest wizard of all time" business. And back to the bed he goes, slowly, bumping into a door frame along the way.]

[onlyholey]

[You may be the greatest wizard of all time, but you still had no idea what a chip shop was.]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Of course he didn't, there's no such thing in medieval times.

Aaand flopping back down on the bed.]

Are you going to keep me company or do I see you later sometime?