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Oi! Those of you who are friends of my twin brothers, listen here. I've got some news.

Fred and George Weasley have a birthday coming up. The first of April. Yes, this Sunday. As their most favourite sister, I feel it's my duty to have something halfway decent if not bloody spectacular planned for them on the big day.

So come along to the beach around sunset on the day and we'll do a dinner (anyone feel like contributing some food?) and set off some fireworks and have a grand time of it. I thought about gathering at The Blue Light, but honestly, I didn't want to have to be responsible for any property damage. And when it comes to the twins, the likelihood of that happening is... appallingly high.

Of course, I can't always be prepared for curses, so if something happens, we'll just move the festivities to Monday. But let's carry on with the celebrations as best we can, and if you're getting them anything, remember—nothing is too much or too big or too loud. Or too strange or disgusting, come to that.

And for Merlin's sake, keep it secret. It takes a lot to surprise these two.

[ooc; BACKDATED TO FRIDAY AFTERNOON.

fred and george's birthdaaaay! i'm not planning on doing a log or anything for it, but if people are interested, i will happily slap something together and toss it onto tampered later in the weekend! this is a chill and relaxed sort of thing. 8) ]

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Not happening. I think we're all perfectly comfortable with where we are.

I suppose I can live with that.

Even if I might turn into a Mrs Figgs someday, living with just my pets.

I think it's only frowned on if it's a bunch of cats.

What if you happen to like cats?

Then everyone else better deal with it.

I reckon you lot have more pets than I do, anyway.

Technically, I only have two. ... And some fish.

I'd suggest getting the twins a pet or something but I reckon that might be a bad idea.

Yeah, I wouldn't subject an animal to the both of them.

Have you heard about Errol? I'm quite certain they're to blame for how odd he got in his old age.

Errol? No, I haven't.

He's the family owl. Ancient. And he flies into windows almost always, or crashes into the table when he delivers the post. He's been like that for ages and half of me thinks it's his age but half of me thinks the twins experimented on him or something.