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[feorge]

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[ The feed turns on to flames in a patch of flowers, bright red in stark contrast to the healthy colour of the grass and roses about it, but they don't appear to be burning. Perhaps it's not a flame after all, but rather a particular head of hair - familiar to some, certainly - and then he begins to stir.

Up sits one Fred Weasley, bleary eyed and stretching with a yawn. He blinks a bit, taking in his surroundings curiously before noting the recording device and taking it with a vague sense of amusement. One more yawn and a lazy scratch of the back of his head, and then he speaks with a tired smile. ]

Not a bad place to kip, eh?

[ ooc; Fred returns to the City! He's just woken up in Xanadu, and he has no clue that he's been gone. This is completely open to 4th wall shenanigans of all sorts - only just don't tell him they're characters from a book, and anything from the age of the epilogue will be forgotten after the curse. I missed you all, and I love you. ;; ♥ ]

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[feorge]

[ He can't help it. He snorts a little bit, and then laughs. ]

Oh, yeah. Wings and all.

[ Wait. Little brother. No laughing. ]

Wizard's the term, mate. Fairies are about yea big [ He holds his hands half a foot apart ] and haven't got much magic about them beyond being terribly annoying.

[ronderotarel]

[Ok this is a pretty big shock for Alois. After all, he spent a lifetime believing fairies could do any sort of awesome magic] But in stories fairies can do any kind of stuff! they can turn pumpkins into carriages and things! [Oh well, it doesn't matter. Wizards who like his little brother sit well enough with him anyway. He points excitedly at Fred's wand.] Can I do magic too if I use one of those?

[feorge]

[ Er - no. That's all sorts of wrong, but then Muggles never really do understand magic. He glances at his wand, then scratches his head sheepishly. It was difficult to tell Luca this too. ]

'fraid not, no. You've got to be born with magic to use it.