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*squidnie* · 07-20-2010, 05:35 PM

Text Cut: Fred

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Originally Posted by Reincarnation Jones

"I'm a sliver of a memory linked to that journal," Fred says rather proudly. "A trick I learned from... well, that's not really important. I don't intend to kill anyone with it, or anything." He laughs at this. "Couldn't if I wanted to. See?" he says, folding his arms flat against his chest and falling to one side. His entire body disappears through the table as he "falls" to the floor. After a second, he pops his head back up through the table and pretends to lean his chin on his hands, looking at you curiously.

"But nevermind that," he says. "Where's George? He'll love this."

Quote:

Originally Posted by Reincarnation Jones

SPOILER!!: Monday

"Oh, right, right," he says, pulling himself upright so that he's still standing in the middle of the table with the lower half of his body invisible beneath it. "It's somewhere about a hundred years in the future or whatnot. Hermione told me when it would take effect." He heaves a great sigh and says, "Ah, well. Who are you two, then? And not just names, boys. I really need lineages, otherwise you're no good to me."

A memory? Linked to a journal? Where had Dallin heard that before? ...Ugh. Obviously, it didn't matter, because Fred fell through the table anyway. So he was sort of like a ghost, but with color - whatever you would call that. He stared (and yes, he knew it was rude to stare, but he couldn't stop himself,) at Fred as he continued to talk, standing through the middle of the table. Weird.

"Uh, well I'm Dallin McKinley. From the, uh, McKinley family? I'm from the States." He had a feeling that Fred was looking from people of his own family - the Weasleys, Potters, and Malfoys, or whoever they were.

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