Thursday, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

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Fred opened the shop, laid out the mat as usual, and set another tray of Canary Creams out. He also added some Nosebleed Nougat, Fainting Fansies, Puking Pastilles and Moaning Marshmellows. The summer was almost over, and he was determined that someone should either burst into feather, have a horrific nosebleed, faint, throw up, or have their food scream in protest as it was eaten.

He took a Canary Cream and ate it. Instantly, he was turned into a giant canary. Fred hopped over to the mirror and examined himself. He made a very handsome canary, he thought. Yellow wasn't quite his color though. Fortunately, at that moment he molted and became normal Fred again.

Fred looked around at the feathers all over the floor and frowned, thinking. Then, he took out his wand and pointed it at the small broom and dustpan, which sprang to life and began sweeping up the feathers, depositing them in the dust bin. He started to point the wand at the broom and pan again, and then thought better of it, deciding that should today be the day that more people than just him should burst into feather or any such sort, having something readily available to clean up the mess might just be a good idea.

[ooc: as usual, please say if you step on the doormat]

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[superartie]

Artie strode in and posed.

Directly on the mat.

"Greetings, pranky shop keeper!"

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The mat screamed incoherently. A lot.

Fred beamed at Artie.

"Artie! How are you, my friend?" he asked.

[superartie]

"Everything is quite pipe today. How is business?"

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"Business is fine. I'm looking forward to the new school year--a new influx of students who will need new aids to mischief making or excuses for getting out of class; the ususal." Fred sighed reminiscently. "I remember those days with fondness." He looked at Artie.

"What's pipe?"

[superartie]

"Evverything, of course!"

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Fred's brow furrowed for a split second before he decided to just smile and nod.

"You're right, Artie. Of course it is."

[superartie]

"Yes. I am right fairly often, in fact."

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"I believe that," said Fred, smiling.

"So what brings you in today?"

[superartie]

"There is great emo on this island this week. I know because I listen to the radio. I am looking for an emo cure!"

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Fred frowned.

"Emo, you say? Well, we can't have that, now can we?" He looked at Artie.

"Tell me, Artie," said Fred, "would the creators of said emo be adverse to a snack?"

[superartie]

"Why, I don't know!"

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Fred grinned.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask them, would it?"

[superartie]

"I would have to find them first, but your idea has merit."

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Fred's grin became more wicked by the minute.

"I have an idea, Artie," he said. "how about, every time you find one, you let me know, and I'll send them a complimentary snack."

[superartie]

"It's a deal!"

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Fred beamed.

"Excellent!" he said.

[superartie]

Artie looked down on the modded to be still wailing mat. "You have fine products here, Fred."

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"Thank you, Artie. My brother and I are very proud of them; we spent the better part of two years developing them."

[superartie]

"Care to show off a little?"

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"I think I could be persuaded," said Fred. He gestured to the tray of Skiving Snackbox treats.

"Pick one, any one."

[superartie]

Artie picked one, examined it, and popped it in his mouth allowing Fred to mod what might happen to him when he did.

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Artie had chosen Fred's particular favorite--a Canary Cream. Instantly, Artie was transformed into a giant canary. Fred hurried him over to the mirror so he could see for himself. Then, just as quickly as he had become a canary, he molted, turning back into normal Artie again. Fred grinned.

"So what do you think, Artie?" he asked.

[superartie]

"Fantastic!" There might have been a happy tear in Artie's eye as he thought of how younger Pete would have loved such a candy.

Or he might be allergic to feathers.

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Fred beamed.

"Glad you approve," he said. "So you see, Artie, emo can't possibly survive when it's confronted with a genuine Weasley snack."

[superartie]

"Yes, I see! You truly have great anti-emo power!"

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"Thank you, Artie! Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is always glad to help in any way it can."

[superartie]

"I'll remember that, Fred, I'll remember that."

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"By all means, Artie, by all means. And don't hesitate to tell anyone you meet the same thing," said Fred.

[superartie]

"Oh, I will."

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"Excellent," said Fred. "Excellent."