Who: Fred and Romi (Fremilda? Ew. How about... Romed) What: Meeting about George When: Saturday Where: Regent's Park Why: Because George is a git. Warnings: TBA? Minimum i'd assume Status: Incomplete
Sometimes, Fred hated his twin. Though those times weren't very common, he seemed to be feeling that way a lot more lately. Every time he ran away, Fred just got more pissed off. Who did he think he was, throwing away his life at every pin drop? Didn't he realize that there were people who needed him to stay the fuck around?
In any case, that was why he needed to talk to Romi. She'd been the last person George had seen, as far as Fred knew. He'd left him after the party last night, not thinking much of it. Sometimes a twin's gotta let a twin have his personal time. He hadn't come home, though, and Fred had seen the note George had left him on Saturday morning. He figured it'd been left the night before, but he wasn't positive. He'd brought it with him, because it was relevant to Romi. And because she'd said she loved him. He could only hope she'd be able to help.
He was sat by the pond, across the way from where he'd been with Zach the other day. He didn't want to look across at it anymore, so he was amusing himself by tossing small rocks by the ducks to see if they'd think it was bread.