Fred didn’t miss the smile that George had on his face when he watched his Falcon leave. If he didn’t know better, he’d say his kid brother had it bad for the Chaser. But neither Twin was the relationship sort, so he wouldn’t dream of voicing his thought to Gred; even if it was completely accurate.
‘Not that I noticed.’ Fred smirked slightly at the words. Oliver had behaved like a prat when he’d caught George and Flint. Mostly Forge had agreed completely with Gred’s reaction, though there was a part of him that had been a little annoyed. He liked Oliver’s nose as it was and the thought of the Keeper being in pain wasn’t a pleasant one. He shook his head slightly, not wanting to dissect that confusing feeling just yet.
The raised brow was met with a tiny nod. It was definitely time for the big finale. The Wildfire display finally drawing to a close. Aiming his wand at the final, trunk shaped firework, he set it off. Watching as avidly as the crowd when the box opened with a bang and 14 jets of light flew out. Each light exploded with a crack, taking on the form of a Quidditch player, larger than life and split into red and green teams. Firework Bludgers shot out of the casket, trailing silver sparks in their wake followed by a burning orange Quaffle and a bright Snitch. In a matter of moments, a match started and the crowd applauded as they watched the light-players’ aerial feats.
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