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Fred Weasley and Detective Nox from my Harry Potter fanfic, Twin Vice Paranormal Detectives: [link]

This one's an oldie and one for the scraps I think. Found it lurking on my hardrive and seeing as I can't scan any new work until I'm reunited with my scanner I figured I'd colour/post this instead.

Chapter Two Excerpt

"What gives you the right to lock someone in a house, terrify them out of their wits and then sit on them?" she shouted, pointing a trembling finger at George. "You rich mentalists think you can get away with anything with your extra scart plugs and your bleeding springs flying out of their graves! I'll tell you what you can do with your proposition. You can take it up to York, nail it to a frisbee and throw it over a bleeding rainbow!"

Fred beamed. "See, isn't she great? Nutty Nox! Completely mental."

"You haven't even heard our terms yet," said George, climbing to his feet and offering his hand to help her up. "We swear it'll be profitable."

"Don't be ridiculous, George," said Hermione. "You'll be coming with me to the Ministry to have your memory of this whole experience removed, won't you, Detective?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Nox. "Memory removed, business with the dead. It's an impossible decision. I can only hope that when I flip a coin to decide it somehow explodes and kills me."

"Hope away," said George, "but then, you've already proved yourself a nosey git beyond all doubt. It's not like we dragged you in here, is it? Came of your own accord, didn't you?"

Fred leered, darkly. "Honestly, who just walks into a gothic old mansion and eats a dodgy looking biscuit from a strange bloke in a top hat?"

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Fred Weasley and Detective Nox from my Harry Potter fanfic, Twin Vice Paranormal Detectives: [link]

This one's an oldie and one for the scraps I think. Found it lurking on my hardrive and seeing as I can't scan any new work until I'm reunited with my scanner I figured I'd colour/post this instead.

Chapter Two Excerpt

"What gives you the right to lock someone in a house, terrify them out of their wits and then sit on them?" she shouted, pointing a trembling finger at George. "You rich mentalists think you can get away with anything with your extra scart plugs and your bleeding springs flying out of their graves! I'll tell you what you can do with your proposition. You can take it up to York, nail it to a frisbee and throw it over a bleeding rainbow!"

Fred beamed. "See, isn't she great? Nutty Nox! Completely mental."

"You haven't even heard our terms yet," said George, climbing to his feet and offering his hand to help her up. "We swear it'll be profitable."

"Don't be ridiculous, George," said Hermione. "You'll be coming with me to the Ministry to have your memory of this whole experience removed, won't you, Detective?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Nox. "Memory removed, business with the dead. It's an impossible decision. I can only hope that when I flip a coin to decide it somehow explodes and kills me."

"Hope away," said George, "but then, you've already proved yourself a nosey git beyond all doubt. It's not like we dragged you in here, is it? Came of your own accord, didn't you?"

Fred leered, darkly. "Honestly, who just walks into a gothic old mansion and eats a dodgy looking biscuit from a strange bloke in a top hat?"