RPG: Dark Times [Suspended]

[GodrictheGriffon]

The three friends set off down the sparsely populated street toward Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
"It's hard to believe how much this place has changed," Sirius noted as she looked around at the lane around them. Reaplacing the motherly looking, middle-aged witches with trays full of home-made sweets were slimy looking dealers selling sham protection-medallions. Unstead of the young wizards handing out fliers about quidditch tournaments(All proceeds go to St. Mungo's Mentally Unsatable patients with a large picture of Gilderoy Lockhart underneath. No doubt he was the only one who enjoyed their picture being taken for mental wards) were wizened old Ministry officials handing out pamphlets on protecting your homes from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. And everywhere you looked were the signs of devasted, boarded up shops, and panic as people hurried about their shopping in packs, never once letting their young ones out of sight.
It was a wonderful feeling to reach the loud, booming oahis of a joke shop full of bright packages, laughter, loud talk, random noise, and flaming red hair, freckles, and magenta robes as Fred and George Weasley aproached.

[DucksRMagical]

"Hi Fred! Hi George!" Alaina shouted as she approached the shop.

"Hi," they said back.

Alaina and her friends headed into the shop to have a look around.

[FawkesthePhoenix]

Celistine walked over to Fred and George. "There's someone I'd to get revenge on. What would you suggest?" Celistine asked them as if she was simply asking about the best way to play chess, rather than planning someone's social doom.

[GodrictheGriffon]

Sirius hung back to listen to this conversation.
"Well,"said George, scratching his chin,"There's always the year long boil potion. We just put it up for sale today. It tastes like an ordinary Butterbeer, Pumpkin Juice, or Gilly water so you can just sneak it into the persons cup unsuspected and they will never know the difference."
"Until of course the next morning when their face has the approximate texture of dragon skin. Give or take a scales. I mean boil,"Fred added hastily.
"And you might just get some for free. Depending on who the person is."

[FawkesthePhoenix]

Celistine smiled. "That will be a nice littles surprise for-" but her next word was lost in a huge crash from behind them. "Whoops." said a voice. A crate chock full of furry walking windmills had fallen. They were now trying to whack people in the shop. In the scene of all the hubbub, Celistine thought she saw someone cloaked in black slip unnoticed into the dark defense room, but it was gone before she could get a better look.