I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good

[alt_gredforge]

Hey, Gryffindor men (Ronniekins, this includes you, even though you're still just an ickle little thing),

Come and see us. We made a little arrangement with Professor Sprout and we'll have wrist corsages for the dates to hand out. Nothing too frou frou, honest, but nice enough to keep the ladies happy.

Comments

[alt_lee]

Whoa. Good thing. I completely forgot to do something about that.

[alt_gredforge]

That's our job. Making you look good, even if you absolutely don't deserve it.

[alt_lee]

Will I need to check it for boobytrap charms?

[alt_gredforge]

Nah, that's only for the corsages we hand out to guys in the other Houses. We're given you lot a free pass this time.

[alt_neville]

Big of you!

[alt_gredforge]

We certainly think so.

[alt_lee]

I'm surprised Angelina and Katie haven't lost their nerve yet about going to the Ball with you.

[alt_gredforge]

Nonsense. We intend for everyone to have a ripping good time.

[alt_neville]

Hey, thanks!

[alt_terry]

Hope you all have a good time. I want to hear about it afterward.

[alt_ron]

Yeah, okay.

That's actually nice of you. What's the catch?

[alt_gredforge]

For once, this is on the up and up, little bro.

That's not to say that we haven't layered in a prank or two on corsages that we've provided for blokes in other Houses.

[alt_pansy]

How sweet of both of you!

Save a fast dance for Sally-Anne and me?

[alt_gredforge]

Of course!