1 X 1 SlytherinChick & xXMischief-ManagedXx

[direwolf.]

"It's alright, mate." Fred claps a hand on George's shoulder, grinning. Then he tells the person at the desk, the person nodded, heading over to Hermione cage, a bit afraid of the Weasleys'.

Noelle leans back against her cage, eying everything and everyone around her. There was no one she could trust.

[SlytherinChick]

George smirked a bit at Fred before following him and the clerk.

Hermione whined, backing up as much as she could when they walked towards her.

[direwolf.]

The person opens the cage and takes Hermione out by her wrist. "I-I'll ship her to your house. S-she'll be there once you arrive, Master Weasley." The guy stuttered to Fred.

"Good." Fred grinned, reaching in his pocket for galleons and pays for Hermione.

[SlytherinChick]

Hermione didn't bother to resist, looking at her feet with teary eyes.

George smirked and nodded over at Noelle's cage. "I'll take her," he told the guy.

[direwolf.]

The guy nodded, first making Hermione apparate to Weasley Manor, in the dungeons. He heads over to Noelle's cage, unlocking it and grabbing her wrist.

"Don't touch me, prick!" Noelle hissed, struggling. The guy dragged her out, gripping onto her wrists. He hissed when Noelle bit him, then stunning her with a spell.

Fred grins, watching in amusement.

[SlytherinChick]

George rolled his eyes. "Can't wait to get some sense into that one," he said, frowning.

Hermione glanced around nervously before looking down at her lap.

[direwolf.]

Fred grins and laughs. "Good luck. Feisty one she is." He pays and Noelle is apparated to the Manor. "Shall we go?" He smirks at his brother.

[SlytherinChick]

George nodded, smirking. "Ready when you are," he replied before grabbing his brother's wrist and apparating to the manor.

[direwolf.]

Fred grins, looking around the manor. Their mum's slave cooking in the kitchen, getting dinner ready.

Ron looks over seeing Fred and George. "Did you get slaves?" He asks, his eyes curious.

[SlytherinChick]

George rolled his eyes. "No, we went out for a spot of tea. Course we did, you twit."