The Three Broomsticks

[I'll go make a banner request!]

[Aww. I couldn't be a part of that... Well, I could, but not as Fred. That would be weird. o_O]

Fred smiled. "Good answer. Thirteen years? Exactly?" he asked. "Let's see. I'd be 30 by then," he said and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I'll be out of Hogwarts by then. At least I hope so," he said jokingly. "I'd like to think that George and I would have opened our own shop by then and be super successful," he continued. "Maybe I'll have settled down a bit. But I doubt it," he said with a wink. "That's all I can think of. As Trelawney would say, my Inner Eye is very clouded. I definitely don't have 'The Sight,'" he said, smiling.
"Now a question for you," he said, taking another swig of pumpkin juice while he thought. "What is your favorite place inside the castle?" he asked.

Nikki pursed her lips in thought. "Inside the castle? Hmm... I'd have to say the Library. it is beautiful, and just filled with information about everything. I wish I had more time here, so I could read every single book in it. I love the idea of being surrounded by knowledge." She smiled to herself. "I know, Such a ravenclaw response. Now, let me think up a question for you." She drummed her finger on the table. "I got it! If you could pull any prank and not get caught, what would you do?"

"That's a hard one." He tapped his fingers on his glass, thinking. "You know. I don't know if it would be as much fun to pull pranks if there wasn't that danger of getting caught," he said. "It's not as impressive."

[Feel free to nail him for sort of evading the question.]

Nikki raised her eyebrow. "Okay, but you still didn't answer the question. And maybe you don't know you weren't going to get caught." She mock glared at him. "I need a better answer."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said, crossing his arms and stretching his legs out under the table. "If I could pull any prank without getting caught, I'd pull something on the Headmaster. Give him some dancing shoes that won't come off for a day or something," he said. "Is that a good enough answer?" he asked.

"Perfect! Now, should I be mean and make that questioning now your question?" She smirked at him.

"What if I couldn't think of a question. Then it wouldn't be mean. Feel free to count it as one," Fred said and smirked right back at her, taking a nonchalant sip from his glass.

[I have to go, but I should be back on around 4:30 my time. Do you want to just continue this then? Text me your answer.]

"Okay, but then my question just then would have to count, and it is back to you!"

[PAUSED!]

"You should teach me sometime, it would be cool to be able to play beater too."

[WHOA this is awkward. *waves to Fred*]

"If you think you can handle it," she says shrugging. "It's not an easy position. I mean, you have to have a good grip on the bat. A really good grip."

[That could be taken the wrong way...]

[I think I will take that the wrong way... Just for kicks.]

Cedric smiled mischieviously, "I'm known for my good grip."

"Oh, are you now? I'm not bad at gripping, myself. You have to squeeze it, real tight, and then swing."

Cedric mimed watching a bludger fly into the distance. "And then, as the muggles might put it, homerun!"

"What's a homerun?" she asks, confused. "Is it some sort of sports move?" OR A SEXUAL INNUENDO...

He laughed, "Yeah, its a kind of move." He thought for a moment, "So, is this the part where we start talking about ex's?"

"Exes? Erm..." She fights the urge to do the awkward whale. "If you want to... Would you like to go first?"

"Well, here at Hogwarts there's only Fleur. But that doesn't really count, we weren't offically dating or anything."

[YOU LYING LYER WHO LYES. coughChocough]

This was going to take awhile. "Well, I dated Blaise Zabini, Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley, Regulus Black... Yeah, that's it."
*does the awkward turtle under the table*

[Again, Ced. You are such a Cho.]

"Oh. Wow. I also dated Cho, but that was a long time ago." He smiled, "Seems like you've been places."

"Yep, guess I have." Dee does the awkward human. "Let's get off this subject, now... Sooooo, what's your favorite color?"

"Brown." he answers easily, "Yours?"

"Brown, really?" She wrinkles her nose. "It's so plain. I like purple myself. It's much more vibrant."

"Brown is not plain. It can be so much. Purple is just... purple."

"Purple is lively! Brown is like dirt."