Fred chuckled as Gred psychoanalyzed their pets. It was probably not far off from the truth, Nessie certainly was very persistent. Watching his Twin drop his food back onto his plate, an identical frown marred his own features. Nodding in agreement at George's words, he watched his brother closely, sensing his inner debate. 'You should eat,' he muttered softly, concern clear in his eyes. It wasn't often he played mother hen. Usually it would be George telling him to have lunch, especially if he was in the middle of an experiment, he just forgot to eat.
'They're tightening their grip on us, that's for sure. But there's ways and means of dodging round laws. I'm sure we -and the Order- can work something out.' Forge hadn't liked the tone of Oz's message one bit, from the sound of it even the usually calm werewolf had been unsettled by the new regulations.
'People are idiots.' Fred stated simply, finishing off his third slice of toast. 'Politicians are the most idiotic of the whole species.' Tilting his head, he studied Gred's face for a moment. 'Ron'll come round, probably sooner than you think. The others... well, I don't know.'
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