1. Accio
“Accio teapot!” George bellowed, missing a slosh of it as the tea and it’s captor landed rather unsteadily on a table to the left of them.
“Honestly, did you just summon up a bit ‘o tea?” Fred looked incredulously at his earless brother. “We’re fighting Voldemort’s lot, and you felt like a bit of tea?”
George shrugged, “I thought the circumstances allowed.”
Fred gaped further still, and George ducked a rather nasty hex, but in true gentleman style saved the teapot from it as well. Still gaping (though the corners of his mouth were twitching suspiciously upwards), Fred said, “Go on then, let me to some.”
George roared, and sat on the floor with his twin. Both enjoyed their tea with a side of battle, which had moved to the staircase below them.
“Reckon we ought to help?” Said Fred through a crumpet.
“Yes.” George took another sip.
“Right then.”
And the two continued to picnic. |