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Who: Fred Weasley^colour and Freddy Weasley^swap
When: This Evening
Where: The Kitchens
What: History repeats itself, a pyrotechnic extravaganza
Rating: In progress, probably pg-13


Fred was maybe a bit ambitious saying three minutes. He knew Hogwarts like the back of his hand, but it was still a decent sized castle. He had grabbed his bag and started from Gryffindor tower down to the kitchens by Hufflepuff. A passage behind a portrait here, a bit of a ride down a bannister there, and he made decent time, still minutes, maybe not the sort that could be counted on one hand.

But he had made it there first. Who knew where his twin of a different sort was. Unless she was one of the elves. Fred had hardly been there thirty seconds when the kitchen inhabitants were thrusting cakes into his arms. Fred hadn't thought of it until now, but he kind of missed these days.

It distracted him from his purpose, until he glanced over his shoulder to laugh with George that he remembered this wasn't Hogwarts, things were different, and he was different. The truth of the matter was, Fred only returned to Hogwarts once more in his life, and then he didn't leave with cakes. He didn't leave at all.

Same with the girl version of him. All the cakes in the world, whether from elves or from mum didn't make that remotely alright. But since George had left, Fred was doing his best to forget that. Only he couldn't with another him here. He looked back at the wall, shrugging his satchel onto a counter and taking a bite of one of the cakes to prepare himself for a confession that wouldn't be very fun.