Re: Fred/Alex
"No," Alex whispered, shaking his head, then closed his eyes. His father would be around soon. His father would know what to do; they'd all stick together, because that's what Weasleys did.
He sat for a moment, collecting himself, then loosened his grip on the wand he held, turning it to let the little stool dissolve and let himself slide down to the stone floor, shoulder to shoulder with his uncle. One hand pushed a wave of hair off his face, and he leaned his forehead against it, suddenly incredibly exhausted.
Besides, what could he do? his father would be around soon, and they'd figure out what to do next.