❂ - Zodiac sign?
✔/ ✘ - 3 pros and 3 cons about me?
★ - why did I choose to rp as this character?
♂/♀ - mun’s sex/gender?
✎ - hobbies?
✿ - favorite animal?
☮ - 1 crazy fact about me?
ツ - favorite eye colours?
✌ - favorite television shows?
❤ - My dream career/job?
✈ - Places I really wanna visit?
♫ - favorite music/bands/ singers?
"Oi oi, how goes it~?" Fred grinned brightly, leaning on Eyelander for support.
Muggle currency? It sounds silly like some made-up name children gave to their monopoly money. A long, resigned sigh escapes as his irritation, and Larry fixes Fred with a glare.
"Well, muggle currency is certainly a creative name, isn’t it?" he asks, not even bothering to cover up the patronizing smile. "Sure. I’ll go with you, but I’d rather you explain why you’re the only one who can convert it."
The suspicion was obvious in his hesitation to turn and follow the promise of money. But sacrifices must be made in the name of love, he repeated in his head. Corny, but it did its job in reminding him of what needed to be done for Constance—for them.
Slowly, Larry follows. He doesn’t like this one bit.
"Since you’re dragging me along on this little ‘adventure’, it’d be better to make new friends, right?” he smirks. “What’s your name?”
"Eh, not really." Fred turned so that he was walking backwards, studying the man with a curious expression. "You strike me as a talented liar! How long d’you think it would take you to cook up a fanciful tale on how you got the scars?"
Fireworks burst to life above his hands, forming a small version of Larry that changed according to what he said. “Maybe from an enemy?” An unknown assailant used their wand to set him aflame, somehow only getting half of him. “We could plan you as a tragic hero, even! Wizards love that kinda thing~”
The wizard turned back around, still thinking over how this would work out. He’d need robes, for one.
"Tell me your name first and I’ll consider it. It’s supposed to be an exchange, y’know?"