I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_ron]

Um. Fred? George?

Someone?

There's something-

I need help undoing a hex

er

yeah, I know the Feast must've started, but could someone come up here and lend a wand? I'm just making it worse. Really worse.

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[alt_ron]

Finnigan.

[alt_pansy]

That's not on.

What'd he do?

[alt_ron]

Hexed my robes.

They're tiny. I mean, seriously. I couldn't've fit them when I was eight.

And they're splotched all over yellow. Sort of sick up yellow, y'know.

And they say

[alt_sally_anne]

You could go look in Sinistra's office. Wait, no, she's probably locked it because of that business with Cassie. Ugh. She still had robes, you know.

[alt_pansy]

You could ask her.

Could you?

Just to run up to her office for a moment to get some plain robes?

[alt_sally_anne]

I'm sorry I didn't see this in time. This was right when they made me come out of the loo because we were going to have to go in.

Ron, I hope you're having a good time despite your robes!

[alt_ron]

No worries. You were busy consorting with the enemy.

I totally understand that you didn't have time to help me.

[alt_sally_anne]

Consorting with the enemy? ARE YOU UTTERLY MAD, RON?

[alt_ron]

Well, he's just trying to cozy up to one of Marvolo's housemates, innit? Learn his secrets for the second task.

[alt_sally_anne]

LEARN HIS SECRETS?

If he wanted to learn Harry's secrets he'd have AT LEAST asked Hydra! I'm the last person Harry's going to tell anything to!

[alt_pansy]

Oh, Ron, stop being a tit and dance.

[alt_ron]

What. Are you asking me?

[alt_pansy]

Yeah. I told you you'd get a dance, didn't I?

[alt_sally_anne]

And if you'd so much as looked at your robes more than five minutes before you were supposed to be meeting Mandy, you'd have had a lot more options!

[alt_ron]

Nice.

[alt_sally_anne]

Do you still have the robes your mum sent?

[alt_ron]

...

[alt_pansy]

Oh. Merlin. That sounds awful.

I'm so sorry, Ron.

[alt_ron]

I'm going to kill him.

[alt_gredforge]

Yellow's not a sick colour.

Well, we hate to suggest it but what about the robes Mum sent?

You really don't want to miss this feast. Not you.

[alt_gredforge]

Yes, Yellow's a fine colour. Don't knock the virtues of yellow, Ron.

And we'll just fix Finnigan later, right?

[alt_ron]

Somebody tell Brocklehurst I can't come down, all right?

[alt_pansy]

I'm sure Mandy wouldn't mind. She'd think it was quirky, and she's all about that.

If Finnegan's goal was to ruin your evening, the best way you can show him up is to come down and have fun anyways. I say wear the old pair, and have a grand time anyways. At least you don't have Padma Patil as your date.

[alt_gredforge]

Parkinson's right, Ron. Don't be such a helpless ickle thing.

Take the lace off the cuffs and come down. It's better than missing it all.

[alt_pansy]

And I could slip away from dinner for a minute and meet you out in the hall to see what I could do to make them look better.

[alt_ron]

Uh

whoa-
 
 
 
 
 
someone just kill me now, yeah?

[alt_pansy]

Well.

I figure you've got a choice. Come down, see what we can do about your robes, and then have a good time in spite of it all, or stay up there. Honestly, your friends won't care what you're wearing, and the people who will make fun aren't worth your time anyways.

[alt_ron]

Thanks, Fisheye.

They do look better. I guess.

Um. So, does Mandy always look like she's about to cry or is she really hacked off at me? Can you tell her I couldn't help it? I mean, I don't know if she'd believe me if I said it.

[alt_pansy]

I've got it.

Just tell her this:

"Hey. Someone messed with my good robes, but I've decided to come anyways, because I really wanted to have fun with you, and didn't want to leave you without a date."

I mean, that sounds okay, and it's true, and I think she's just nervous and wasn't expecting you to be late and all.