finders keepers! {fred}

[Lovely Knight]

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There was a giddy spring in her step as the pink haired girl flounced into the infamous bathroom - a twinkle of perverse delight in her sterling eyes at the thought of the particular blubbering ghost she'd encounter here. "Honey, I'm home!" The nymph sang in a honey-sweet voice. What? No reply? How odd! Tentatively the girl crept forward in the direction of the washroom stall that the overly sensitive ghost took to flooding on a near daily basis; her hand stretched out and gently tapped the door open; it creaked on its' rusted hinges miserably. There was nothing - not even the slightest drop of water spewed on the tiled floor that suggested the specter had been here. Where was Moaning Myrtle?

Perhaps she was peeping on the boys showering? It wasn't out of the ordinary for the ghost to try and sneak a peek though usually, after hours, she'd be here and wallowing in her globe of self-pity. Lovely would flounce in and torment the apparition endlessly about her infatuation with Harry Potter; the ghost would in return attempt to soak her with the water from her toilet but would fail as the waif-ish pink haired girl would dash out of range before the stream of liquid could drench her. Moaning Myrtle had the most dreadful accuracy!

With inquisition, Lovely began to peek into the other stalls in the washroom and happened to land upon one that housed something quite interesting... Well someone had been working on some secret experiments but they obviously hadn't counted on Lovely stumbling about the stall where they stashed their treasures. The girl's lips puckered into a gleeful 'O' as her eyes feasted upon the sight of the many trinkets; ridden with curiosity the girl couldn't help but reach out her hand tentatively to touch one---

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[Fred Weasley II]

With all the rumors flying around, Fred was relieved that classes were finally over. Not that he wouldn't have been before, but the emotion had intensified as the classes had dragged on forever. Most of it was utter nonsense. Why should he be forced to sit through a lesson that he was pretty sure he was never going to apply to real life? The only class that always held his interest was Muggle Studies. Fred easily understood and passed all his lessons. Most of his grades were merely Acceptable. Not, because Fred didn't understand the material, or was incapable, but because he never applied himself to anything he didn't deem worthy of his attention. It was a waste of his time. But today had been worse, sitting and listening to people whisper, or what they called a whisper, most of them were the loudest whispers Fred had ever heard; whisper about how Fred had kissed a boy. No one seemed to remember, know, or wanted to mention the fact that Fred was openly straight, well he had had girlfriends in the past. So he wasn't one to let people close, it didn't mean he was gay. Then he'd had inkling of just where such a rumor might come from. A joke or offhand comment by none other than Lucy, the devil herself. He was usually the calm one, well screw that. He was going to murder Lucy with his bare hands. The imp didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. And it could of only been Lucy.

Fate had a sick sense of humor.

Today, he didn't want to spend time in his own common room, or in the Gryffindor one. Or anywhere, that included people. He preferred tinkering with his many gadgets, and inventions to people. He felt that if one more person mentioned 'coming out' to him, he was surely going to snap at them. And it was well known, that Fred never snapped. He ran his head through his messy hair as he entered Myrtle's bathroom. His hands shoved in his pockets, he had been about to call a greeting to Myrtle, who was kind enough to guard his things, and let him use her place as a secret workshop. Trying to use the Dorms had been a mistake, everyone had seemed to be over his shoulder, moving his things, touching them. So he and Myrtle had come to an agreement his first year. Pictures of Uncle Harry for rent.

He'd settled into a kind of pleasant friendship with the poor ghost girl. The thought of time spent in this bathroom had him quirking a corner of his mouth up. That was until he saw someone in his stall. Pink hair gave away the girl's identity. Fred moved quickly, and grabbed her hand by the wrist before she could touch anything. "Don't touch anything." His voice was his usual tone, Fred never raised his voice, for anyone, even if they were yelling in his face. His hard blue eyes peered at Lovely Knight, who had discovered his sanctuary, and he wasn't at all happy with the fact. It was his. He knew Lovely through Lucy, her partner in crime. The girl with bubble gum pink hair had always intrigued him. She was definitely not status quo. But at the moment, that wasn't crossing his mind. He felt as if she were an intruder.

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[Lovely Knight]

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Lovely had been too raptured in the various gadgets to notice anyone approach her from the behind. She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise when she felt a hand snap out and suddenly clutch her wrist - the sound of a familiar masculine voice rang in her ears. She should have known that Fred Weasley would be behind such experiments. Everytime she spoke to him he'd conjured up a new invention of sorts; some possibly revolutionary while others were no doubt a result of extra time. She halted her advance on his trinkets and pivoted around to face him; yanking her arm free from his grasp in the process. "Why not? What do they do?" She inquired - her eyes were smoldering with an ample desire to know.

Lovely Knight wasn't ignorant to gossip; especially when it was of such uber juicy calibur as the delectable piece of information that had been whispered into her ear by an eager third year. Fred Weasley an example of homosexuality? She hadn't been able to wrap her head around the idea - needless to say she didn't believe any of the circulating rumors telling the tale of how Fred and some random boy had shared a passionate lip-lock by choice - or perhaps she didn't want to. She knew what Fred Weasley was going through - hardly sympathetic over the about it - but she wasn't ignorant to the feeling of helplessness in the matter. Their peers would believe what they wanted regardless of Fred's protests or clarifications. Lovely only knew how irritating rumors could be as her name always seemed to be on someones' lips. Well they could go ahead and talk their trash; they're only making her more famous.

"They must do something awfully nifty for you to be hiding them!" Lovely mused in excitement more to herself than to Fred; a quick glance was shot in the trinket's direction. "- and why hasn't Myrtle snitched on you? She would on anyone else!" Especially Lovely Knight if she were the one hoarding goods in her washroom. Lovely would be facing the wrath of the professors and being plopped in detention before she could comprehend the amount of trouble she was in - the ghost had it in for her and rightfully so. Lovely Knight deserved whatever karma that Moaning Myrtle sent her way.

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[Fred Weasley II]

He really should have expected her to wrench herself out of his grasp, and the smoldering curiosity that filled her blue eyes. He steeled himself against what she was about to demand to know. Almost everybody in his body tensed as he expected the same question everyone else had been asking him today. He really should of known better, Lovely never did what everyone else did.

"Why not? What do they do?"

His light green eyes widened a notch in surprise, he quickly recovered moving towards his current projects. He was almost afraid she might make a dash for them, one never knew with Lovely. He cleared his throat, turning his back to the Gryffindor, picking up the most important of all of the little gadgets. One that just needed a few adjustments. "Because you could hurt yourself." He said simply, in a tone that was almost infuriatingly blank. Fred only talked about his ideas and his inventions vaguely, only to certain members of his family did he ever go into full detail. He'd mentioned his inventions to Lovely a few times before. But here she was asking for details, and Fred wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give her that information.

He could easily remain objective and emotionally uninvolved in almost everything. Most found that an annoying trait, or a handy one. But he could not ever stay unattached, to his projects. His intentions. His gadgets. Once he opened that door to this girl... He was afraid he wouldn't be able to close it, and somehow even unintentionally, she might use it against him. It had always been best to keep people at a distance, that way he couldn't hurt them, and they couldn't hurt him. People knew Fred, but besides James, and his family, Fred had no friends. He never let anyone get close. Not after Astra's death. It was better for them.

"They must do something awfully nifty for you to be hiding them! - and why hasn't Myrtle snitched on you? She would on anyone else!"

Fred paused in his tinkering, she seemed to grow more excited by the moment. He fought the urge to smile, "I'm hiding them away, because I don't like people touching my gadgets." He shot Lovely a look as that clearly had an underlying current as he spoke. It wasn't until she got to the part of Myrtle that he seemed at all fazed. "We have an arrangement." He wasn't about to tell Lovely that he frequently brought and gave the ghost pictures of her uncle as rent. Not even James knew of that. In fact, James didn't even know where his workshop was. He'd had peace. Until now.

He examined the ball like gadget that was in his hand. It was covered in various buttons of different sizes and different colors. This 'ball' was in fact a gadget that when fixed correctly was going to help wizarding houses everywhere. Depending on the buttons you pressed, the ball would cast various spells to do different household chores. And there would be no need to be anywhere near the site it was programmed for. In fact, when it worked, from this spot he stood, he could pick up his dormitory, or make his bed, or do his laundry. The idea had come to him when his mother had once again been grumbling about the mess they all made, and how she wished there was an easier way than having to cast a spell on each bed, on every room, on every dish, or stand there and hang laundry by wand. Well, once Fred worked out the quirks, she would no longer have to. Neither would anyone else for that matter.

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[Lovely Knight]

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Hurt herself? Aw shucks he wasn't going to try and weasel his way out of a demonstration by slathering on the, 'It's for your own good' act was he? Lovely's brows rose as she rolled her eyes in disdain at his current attitude. He was being painfully vague and his mask of blatant stoicism really was quite infuriating. "Oh please...they can't be too dangerous if you've left them out in the open." She challenged him as he squeezed passed her in the cramped bathroom stall. She peeked over his shoulder at the array of different artifacts curiously only more; having to balance on the tips of her toes to see. It could be really problematic when you were pretty much the size of a dwarf - standing at 5'4" and tipping the scales at 110 lbs - 115 lbs she was by no means a large or intimidating creature. Yet; there were a vast amount of people who were unnerved by her...even without doing anything to her that could potentially make her angry. Were rumors of her that fierce? It's not as though Lovely would go out of her way to make an innocent individual's life Hell - oh no - that individual would of had to of been guilty of some crime to wards her prior to her relentless tormenting...

When Fred hinted he didn't like his possessions being touched by strange hands she rose and eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe you shouldn't leave them out for people the find then...technically I didn't touch them either, you came along before I had the chance!" She scowled; her voice was tinted almost with regret. The girl could be as curious as a cat sometimes - the itching desire to know would burn and claw and gnaw inside her and undoubtedly provoke a reckless action of impulse. Of course - that was if she really, really, really wanted to know... usually she could mind her own business. Unfortunately for Fred this was not one of mind-her-own-business times...

"An agreement with Moaning Myrtle... Oh bloody Hell, you haven't posed nude for her have you?" Lovely shrilled at him, a hint of laughter tickling her voice. What kind of agreement other than that would the ghost settle for, she wondered?

A wail erupted in the room and bounced off the walls in a piercing cacophony. Lovely cringed, "Speak of the devil!" The ghost, as per usual, made a mad rush for her toilet and dove in messily; water scattered everywhere onto the tiled floor. At the sound of Lovely's melodic voice the specter peeked her head over the stall door to cast her a withering glare.

"Why are you in my bathroom!" The ghost sniffed at the bubblegum haired girl. Lovely feigned an expression of hurt at her accusatory tone. "Myrtle...I had a wonderful story to tell you! It couldn't wait I-" But she was cut off by another eerie wail. "I don't want to hear any of your dreadful stories!" The ghost paused and an almost gleeful smile twisted onto her transparent lips. "I hear stories too." Now that phrase from the blubbering ghost had unnerved Lovely slightly... but she remained calm and indifferent on the outside; a mask of apathy. What could Moaning Myrtle possibly have found out about her that would make the ghost so...uncharacteristicly happy?

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[Fred Weasley II]

"Oh please...they can't be too dangerous if you've left them out in the open."

"Better than leaving them out in my dorm. For boys who masquerade as my age to 'play' with.", He pointed out quick enough. Somehow in his foul mood he was able to find amusement in her attempt to see over his shoulder. Even at her tip toes, it was near impossible for someone of normal height to do, especially not a midget such as herself. He towered over her at six foot four, and amazed others at the fact he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. Growing that is. She looked as if she'd stopped growing at the age of six. Okay, maybe seven or eight. Then she crossed her arms over her chest, and looked like the seven year old he'd just compared her to.

Lovely was Lucy's best friend. That was warrant to have made him wary of her in the beginning. But he'd known her long enough to know she had a perchance for talking in circles. She could commit some misdeed right in front of you, and somehow in an argument make it either not her fault, or seem perfectly acceptable to any gullible mind. Good thing he had years of dealing with such silver tongued charmers, under his belt. He had taken apart the ball like gadget in halves that seemed to attatch to one another, and was examining the 'guts' with such intensity, most would be surprised he'd heard a word she said. "And if I hadn't came just in time? You had every intention of doing more than just touching. Your curious nature wouldn't have allowed for otherwise." Even while he was talking, his gaze didn't even flicker in her direction. A part of him hoped if he ignored her and didn't give her the attention or answers she so craved, she'd lose interest. That was usually how it worked. Sadly, her next words were surprising enough to ruin this plan.

"An agreement with Moaning Myrtle... Oh bloody Hell, you haven't posed nude for her have you?"

His movements paused, and he looked at her, his gaze unreadiable. Inside he was fighting with the urge not to show his amusement. Really, only Lovely could of taken something as simple as an agreement and turn it into a barter of sexual favors. "No. I do not pose nude for her-" The rest of his reply was forever lost as an ever familiar wail resounded through the bathroom. He was used to that wail more than most, so his ears had somehow became immune to the ringing that usually followed. When she dove into her toilet, he stepped back with an ease that bespoke just how used to this he actually was. "Hello, Myrtle. I hope you are well." He chatted enough with the ghost to consider her more of an acquaintance than most.

He heard Myrtle demand to an explanation of Lovely's presence, "She was here when I arrived." His deadpan tone somehow managed to convey he was about was excited as she was over this development. Fred heard Lovely mention stories to Myrtle, who declared she didn't want to hear it. He'd was going to let them battle it out, while he continued his work when he heard just how uncharacteristically gleeful the ghost sounded. The ghost mentioned something about stories, and Fred didn't consider the fact it might of had something to do with Lovely, his mind went to the rumors that questioned his sexuality... Christ, had it already reached the afterlife?