[HP] Missy and Mischief

Between the anticipation of seeing each other and the burnout of writing papers, Sunday is fast approaching.

Cassandra changed into a light taffeta dress before going out, and her long golden curly hair was specially combed and smoothed.As she came down the stairs, Herbert sharply lifted his head from the Daily Prophet, asked where she was going, and looked her up and down with appraising eyes.

Of course it was impossible for Cassandra to tell him "your daughter is going on a date now".She asked calmly, "Go to Professor Snape to conduct herbal medicine experiments, and then go to play with the youngest daughter of the Higgs family. Do I still need your permission?"

Herbert's complexion visibly deteriorated to the naked eye.

He waved Cassandra out of his sight.

"7 Charing Cross Road, London." She took a deep breath, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder on the fireplace, and whispered the address of the Leaky Cauldron pub in a low voice.

The moment the green flame rose, a small smile appeared on the corner of her lips.Fortunately, my mother is not there, she is not so easy to fool.

After a whirlwind, she arrived at her destination smoothly.

The Leaky Cauldron Bar still exudes a strong smell and stench. Wizards, men, women, old and young come and go, holding mead and sitting on the broken bench that has not been cleaned for an unknown period of time, talking loudly.

In short, the eldest lady seems out of place here.

Cassandra frowned and came to the patio behind the bar, counted three blocks up and two blocks down, and tapped twice with her wand—a wide arch appeared in front of her.

"Honestly, I'd rather go up the skirt of a nymph statue than step into a dark bar again," she said to herself.

As the entrance to the largest commercial street in the British wizarding world, the only thing that the small and dirty Leaky Cauldron can beat the French pedestrian street is probably its long history.

She walked through Mrs. Malkin's Robe Store, Partridge's Cauldron Store, Changing Ink Stationery Store and Slugger & Ziggs Pharmacy, and almost couldn't wait to rush to the place where she had an appointment with the Weasley twins, It was a soda shop that sold magic soda and delicious ice cream.

The hottest summer in England is about these few days. There are not many pedestrians in Diagon Alley, and most of the shops are shrouded in a drowsy silence. It is a genius to choose the destination of Florin's Cold Drink Shop Such thoughts, but Cassandra will not praise them bluntly, otherwise she will not be able to relax in the future, and they will push her to continue talking.

"Good afternoon, how about a three-scoop nut crispy raspberry ice cream?" A familiar voice came.

Another identical voice said, "I guess she likes strawberry jam better, bro."

Cassandra followed the sound and saw two handsome red-haired guys with long legs smiling at her not far away—hell, what did they eat to grow up?Not seeing each other for less than a month, Fred and George's tall and tall figures have grown up again, and now she needs to look up at them slightly.And even more surprisingly, the twins have cut their fiery red hair short to reveal their angular faces completely, which also makes them even more... attractive.

They held an ice cream in each hand, cast a freezing spell, and everything from the cone to the chocolate chip was temptingly cold.

"Good afternoon, Mr Weasleys." Cassandra stepped briskly into the shadow of the parasol.She deliberately ignored their annoyed sighs, and asked the smiling uncle owner for a rum ice cream, "I guess you guys bet a little money - about who I'll take the ice cream from. It's all mine now."

"You're so smart that I'm a little scared, miss." George made a face, and didn't forget to kiss Cassandra.

They were obviously not going to have a hearty conversation in Florin Fusco, so Fred was forced to hold up a small parasol to open the way for Her Majesty Cassandra, another guard, George Responsible for carrying the handbag for her.Two fiery red heads and a head of brilliant blond hair were particularly dazzling under the sunlight, but none of the three had the consciousness of being a light source.

"Speaking of which, how did you explain to your family that you were going out? Because of Azkaban's escape, it seems that everyone tends to stay at home, and we have received several times more owl orders than before."

"I told my dad that I'm going to Professor Snape's house to do herbal medicine experiments." Cassandra said lightly.

Fred exclaimed: "Absolutely, I didn't see that you have such a talent for lying—"

"And it's impossible for him to ask Snape if you really went," George clicked on the cone, "to be honest, you should be more of a liar."

Cassandra looked at George's striped shirt and raised her eyebrows, "Oh, you look very well dressed today."

George: ...?

………………

Directly opposite Gringotts Wizarding Bank, "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes" at 93 Diagon Alley won Cassandra's silence with its unique decoration:

There is a string of triangular flags hanging in front of the door, and a huge doll comes out from above the gate with an exaggerated top hat on its head. Every once in a while, the doll will take off the top hat, and the top of the head will randomly A rabbit appears.

There's even a bright purple poster in the window: "Sleepismy favorite thing in the world. It's season I get up in the morning."

"Brilliant pun," said Fred, who was busy spelling out the specific lock-picking spell with his wand, noticing her gaze. "I'm glad I have such a bright head."

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes had officially opened its doors to Cassandra—the interior was two floors, the wooden staircase had a shiny varnish, and because it had just been put away, everything was new and clean.

There is a high table with red and white stripes in the middle, and Cassandra guesses that it is reserved for the sales and cash register of the twins; the shelves on the left and right are empty, but judging from the volume of the merchandise display racks and glass windows, they are obviously interested in Full of whimsy, invention and ambition; with criss-crossing cables hanging from the sky, it's her turn to wonder what it's for...

"You are the first customer to come to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." George gave her a feigned bow, "Welcome our distinguished guests—"

"And the future owner's wife," Fred said vaguely as he stuffed the last bite of ice cream into his mouth, "after the official opening, you can take whatever you like—of course, you will There are products you invented."

"...Thank you?" Cassandra said uncertainly.

She couldn't guarantee that she would be interested in every idea of ​​twins.

"This tone is too forced!" George protested. "If you have seen our warehouse and our endless inventory, you will understand how popular our invention is—"

"Can't wait for the day when people come in and pull out loads of Galleons," Fred said with a dreamy look on his face, "Come on, Cassandra, check out our secret base on the second floor. "

They climbed up the stairs, and the area on the second floor was much smaller than the store on the first floor. It was divided into a warehouse for storing goods and sundries and a lounge for the twins.Inside the warehouse are tightly sealed boxes of Whistleblower fireworks, boxes labeled "Weasley Fireworks" and shelves with "floating bombs" scrawled on them. Cassandra has no doubt that if a thief dares to Break in, tons of fireworks here will blow him to the sky...

The lounge was warmly decorated, with a large soft bed in the center, a refrigerator and a dining table next to it - it looked like Fred and George were going to live off ordering meals.The wardrobe was placed in the corner, and as expected, it contained the only formal clothes of the brothers. When Cassandra opened the door of the wardrobe, piles of sweaters even fell out.

Oh boys.

She didn't want to know why the winter clothes were not packed after summer, she rolled her eyes.

"Good girl, don't read, knowing too much is not good for you." Fred quickly closed the closet door and smiled awkwardly, "Hey George, obviously you have a share—"

"—I can't hear you," said George lazily.

Nobody wants to go out in the scorching sun on this drowsy afternoon.They leaned side by side on the bed in the lounge, nestling together without any image.

For young couples who don't have a lot of time to stick together, even if they don't do anything in such a quiet time, staying together is very beautiful.

And Cassandra's sense of happiness is stronger and more satisfying-because this space belongs to her, Fred and George completely, and no one else will disturb them, the students who may intrude, the cloud of war The differences between colleges and families are all isolated from No. 93 Diagon Alley. In the suffocating life, here is a utopia that can breathe freely.

The hustle and bustle of the streets of Diagon Alley has become a brisk accompaniment in this state of mind, not to mention that at this moment, she is not surrounded by her parents with a rigid relationship, but the boys she likes.

"I like it here." Cassandra's eyes were clear and happy, and she raised the corner of her mouth.

"Coincidentally, me too." Fred loved her expression so much, it reminded him of that heart-beating night, and Cassandra looked at him with the same eyes, like the green lake.

He leaned sideways to kiss his girl irresistibly. Although his kissing skills were terrible, he still stubbornly stuck his tongue between her lips and teeth, exploring every inch of her mouth that could be touched while sniffing.

At least Cassandra knew, the kiss tasted cold and sweet after just eating ice cream.

In the evening, still no one wants to go out on their own initiative (…).

They took out the exclusive and secret cheese gravy sandwiches from the freezer. The convenience of the magic is that only one heating spell is needed, and the food will be steaming like freshly baked, waiting to be tasted.

What's more, this craft is so delicious that there is nothing to say.

"My mother never cooks, and she doesn't think it's necessary to deprive house-elves of their duties." Cassandra tried to eat with grace, but she gave up.

Whoever it is, no one is going to nibble on a sandwich with a knife and fork.

"Honey, you don't think our mother made it," Fred said with a half-smile. "She's going to throw us out of the kitchen with a feather duster."

"It seems that our culinary skills have successfully conquered someone." George took out three bottles of sparkling wine from the freezer, and the "bang" sound of opening the caps successfully brought Cassandra back to her senses.

"Unbelievable." She took the Moscato, but didn't take the first sip.

Although there was a dark red drink on the table in the Slytherin lounge all year round, but I swear to the headmaster that it was grape juice provided by a certain young master for the sake of being arty... She wasn't ready to get drunk.

George sensed her hesitation.He folded up the sleeves of his shirt and took a big gulp. To be honest, the way his Adam's apple rolled up and down was fascinating——

Then, amidst Cassandra's stunned expression, he lowered his head and kissed her.The remaining liquor was sealed in her mouth with a kiss, which was strong enough, but George's movements were always gentle and restrained, and there was no tragedy of nose-bridge collision, so that she was even a little addicted to the lingering kiss.

"I don't need to look in the mirror, thanks to you, my mouth must be in bad shape now." Cassandra complained softly.

Both Fred and George knew she wasn't sincere.Because she voluntarily drank a whole bottle of sparkling wine—not high in alcohol, but full of stamina.

She even opened the colorful package of chocolates on the table, tasting the silky cocoa syrup, completely forgetting how she swore never to eat anything that passed through the hands of the twins.

"Aww," said one of the red-haired twins, "what did she eat! Fred, as I said, don't leave prank props on the table—"

"—Let's see, Vomit Candy, Nosebleed Nougat, not—Transformation Popping Candy, still there," he breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God, it's Truth Chocolate."

The author has something to say:

That poster joke was in the top [-] voted by the Brits, maybe it's hard to get the point... Roughly translated, their dream is to open a joke shop, and then close the doors in order to open it.

感谢在2021-12-0519:50:46~2021-12-0700:31:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Don’t you see one;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 cat eating dirt;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：亮皮牛津鞋10瓶；三月兔5瓶；幽影逢灯3瓶；52HZ的鲸鱼小姐1瓶；

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