WHO: Fred and George Weasley WHEN: Wednesday morning, July 20, 1997 WHERE: flat above the WWW WHAT: Fred discovers the journals and brings them to George to gripe RATING: PG for some language? OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
Fred had been having an amazing summer. After all how could it not being amazing when the WWW was booming? He was still amazed that the dream that George and he had when they were young had actually managed to take off so well! He knew that there pranks and jokes went over well while they’d been in school, but to be actually turning a profit over it was something entirely different! He really didn’t think that there was going to be a whole lot this summer that could put a damper on his good mood.
Well that was until he walked by Flourish and Blotts and saw their newest product, the Scribere Spelljournal. First curiosity drew him into the store to look at it and then he noticed just how popular they seemed to be. He couldn’t help but pick up one and flick through it, listening as the people in the store seemed to gush about them and how often they would be. The more he heard about what they did the more he started to twitch a bit. They didn’t sound that complicated. Oh certainly more complicated than a normal journal and beyond what student could do, but he and George could have made them!
With a huff he purchased two journals and gave a tight smile to the person checking him out when he was told to have a nice day. It didn’t take long to reach the WWW and make his way to the flat he shared with his twin. He kicked the door shut with his foot after he entered and glanced around before heading for their workroom. “George! George! Where the bloody hell are you?!” He dropped the journals in disgust on the table before making his way back out to find his twin. It only took a moment to locate him and then he was grabbing his wrist and practically hauling him to the work room. “Come see! It’s ridiculous! We could have done this! Why didn’t we?” And then he was pointing at the innocuous looking journals sitting on their table and giving them a fierce glare.