"Yeah, kings." He murmured softly before tearing off a bit of his cheese on toast with his teeth, munching away quietly. To the common eye, George was acting quite out of character being as quiet as he was. But Forge should know better. The inner cogs of his mind were ticking over what he should say, because he knew he should talk.
A soft smile appeared as Fred hopped up from his seat and got the pups some food. He heard padded feet, probably in his room and a little bark and then two sets of padded feet clambering louder as the pups entered the kitchen and moved directly to their bowls. "Oh, so now you move, Caffrey." George shook his head in amusement. "Weren't going to come downstairs unless there was something in it for you, were you? Slytherin pup."
Feeling eyes on him, George looked back at his Twin and nodded. "Put a few improvements in it too. Show you later." He picked up a second piece of toast. "Saw what Oz wrote. That sucks." He was avoiding the obvious topic he should be talking about, but the new guidelines to get Portkeys was also important and quite a disturbing bit of news. George wanted to help get Portkeys to those who couldn't - he just wasn't sure how to go about it yet without arousing suspicion.
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