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George Fabian Weasley ([info]hiseviltwin) wrote in [info]reduxpitch,
@ 2016-07-30 10:32:00

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Entry tags:!thread, character: fred weasley, character: george weasley

WHO: Fred and George
WHEN: Immediately following this.
WHERE: The Twins' Flat
WHAT: The world has gone bananas
RATING: Medium-high for language
WARNINGS: Addled brains and kidnapping and etc.
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete



So George's day had started out badly. Very, very badly. Yesterday had been so nice and then some crazy lady had to go and ruin it by stealing him from his own living room. How she had done so was a complete mystery and actually lent itself to his theory that it was all some big dream or hallucination. It could still be a Fred trick, he supposed, but Fred didn't usually wait this long to say 'GOTCHA!'

Also, George had lost the hearing on his left side, which maybe was a coincidence or something to do with yesterday. Would he have to put a note on the Portable Swamps? Caution: May cause deafness. So that was something he needed to check out, but first he needed to find his twin to let him know that, even though he'd been stolen in the night, he was perfectly fine, albeit shaken.

Fortunately, the crazy lady's den of insanity was, for some reason, right across the road from his own new home (again, probably not reality, here) and so it was a short sprint across the cobblestones and upstairs into his flat. He hesitated on the threshold. Hadn't there been moving boxes yesterday? Why was there a stain on Hector and a mountain of dishes in the sink?

What. The. Fuck.

"Has the world gone completely insane?" He asked the empty front room.


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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-30 03:00 pm UTC (link)
Fred didn't like mornings, not at all. He liked sleeping in as long as he possibly could and only then would he drag himself out of bed and get to work. It was the best part about being the co-boss, though, because he got to do whatever he wanted to do and that included sleeping until he felt like going down to work because he had employees to open the store if need be.

Today, though, he didn't get to sleep in as much as he would have liked because he heard the commotion as George came into the flat and the question that he posed. Grumbling, he got out of bed and dragged himself still in his pajamas to see what all the fuss was about. Yawning and rubbing his eyes he just sort of stared sleepily at his brother. "What's all that about?," he asked. "You know I like to keep up on my beauty sleep. Don't stay looking this lovely without rest."

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-30 03:14 pm UTC (link)
George couldn't quite put his finger on it, but Fred looked different. Older? No, that didn't make any sense. (Not that anything today made sense.) George scowled at his twin, because how dare he be grumpy when George had just been through a traumatic experience. He poked at his ear again as he crossed the sofa he'd expected to wake up on and plopped down, looking surly.

"Oh, you know," he said in irritated tones, "waking up in a strange bed with a naked crazy woman and getting attacked by her dog." Well. The last part didn't really happen but sometimes it felt better to embellish.

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-30 03:17 pm UTC (link)
Fred just blinked at his brother. "What?," he asked him, wondering if this was some sort of prank. If so, he had to give it to George, he was pretty damn good at acting. "What are you going on about?," he questioned. "I thought you were supposed to be at Lydia's. Why on earth are you awake let alone here. I figured you both would lie in til noon at least."

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-30 03:20 pm UTC (link)
George sat up, suddenly flaring. "I knew," he said, pointing at his twin and looking just this side of furious. "You did it. I didn't really believe it because it was rude as hell, but oh the level of detail. So who was she, really? Did you at least pay her? Because she's really, really good. Awards for everybody. Now knock it off," he finished with a huff as he folded his arms and slouched down again.

"What was the point of fucking with my ear, though?"

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-30 03:23 pm UTC (link)
Fred still stared at George like he'd grown an extra head. "Did what? What on earth are you talking about?" He was far too sleepy for any of this. "Who was who?" George had officially gone and lost his mind, of that Fred was starting to become absolutely sure. Either that or it was some sort of elaborate joke that he just hadn't caught up to yet. George rarely went into that much detail, though, or acted as close to angry as he was presently acting. The whole thing was making Fred feel decidedly uncertain.

"Your ear? Oh, the hearing thing? George, really, it's too early. Prank me later when I've had some coffee, yeah?"

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-30 03:32 pm UTC (link)
"Look," George said, pushing himself up so that he was sitting upright at the edge of the sofa, staring up at his infuriating brother. "It's hilarious. Hooray. You got me. You're the most brilliant of us. Now can you please stop?" George was very near tears in his frustration because the one person he'd hoped to be there for him was just keeping this stupid game going.

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-30 11:27 pm UTC (link)
Fred sighed because this wasn't any fun. He was still half asleep and not in the mood to deal with George acting all weird for no reason. If it was meant to be a prank, it had stopped being funny a while ago. "I'm not doing anything," he told him, shaking his head and groaning. "That's why I keep asking you what the heck you are talking about because you're not making any sense at all." He pushed his hair away from his face and tried to keep calm because getting all riled up was not a very good idea. He never liked arguing with George, after all.

"I'm too tired for jokes, George."

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-30 11:34 pm UTC (link)
George felt something crumble in his guts. He knew Fred. He knew Fred better than anybody on earth, better than himself. He knew when Fred was telling the truth. Right. So either he had gone completely bananas or the entire universe had. He didn't feel particularly mental, he felt fine, actually. Aside from the hearing thing and being considerably freaked out, but all-in-all, he could think clearly.

But entire universes didn't just go batshit overnight. Nope. It was probably in his head. Or was it both? He still had the thought that the world as he saw it was in his head, which very well could be broken, he didn't know.

So he grinned. An easy, cheerful grin that reflected none of the sheer panic that was going on inside him. "You figured it out!" He said with fake brightness and he held up his hands in surrender. "Hah. I thought for sure I had you."

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-30 11:43 pm UTC (link)
As much as George knew him, Fred had the same sort of connection with his brother. He tilted his head curiously because there was something behind that brightness and his hands in the air. The smile didn't quite meet his eyes and he knew that something was wrong. Something so bad that he was willing to fake like he was alright which usually meant that things were terrible.

"George?," he began. "Come on, just tell me what's going on. We both know that you can't fake a smile to save your life. Not with me. What's up?" He glanced over at the stove, then back to his brother. "I'll put the kettle on. You explain."

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-30 11:45 pm UTC (link)
George's hands fell and hit the sofa with a loud thud. Well. He assumed it was loud, anyway. Hard to tell, really. "Damn," he said, dropping his head and sniffing a bit as the frustrated tears threatened again. "It was worth a shot."

He sighed and raked his hand through his hair. "I told you," he replied, a note of actual pleading in his voice. He wanted someone, anyone to believe him. "I woke up next to a strange girl and she yelled at me and I don't know what's happening and everything here is wrong and I don't know why."

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-30 11:50 pm UTC (link)
Fred blinked a little because the more closely he listened, the more he was sure that there was truth in his brother's voice. "What strange girl?," he asked. "You said you were staying the night with Lydia so I figured that's where you would be. Weren't you there? How did you end up somewhere else?" Maybe it was another girl. That would be very awkward and very wrong, but it was possible, maybe. "What did she look like? What did she yell at you about?"

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-30 11:54 pm UTC (link)
"The girl said she was Lydia," George offered, "but I don't know any." He rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his eyes. Then he sighed. Might as well answer the question. "Blonde, pretty, loud dog. She yelled because she thought I was her boyfriend and I'm not." He flicked his gaze up to Fred. "Sound familiar at all?"

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-31 12:22 am UTC (link)
He blinked at his brother like he'd lost his damned mind. "George...," he began, uncertain of what to say or how to react when his twin had seemingly forgotten entirely about his girlfriend's existence. "Lydia is your girlfriend. You just went out of the country with her on holiday," he pointed out. "I'm sure there are at least a million photographs of it in your room, you can look for yourself." He blinked a little. "You seriously don't remember her?" Something was terribly, terribly wrong and Fred had no idea where to even begin fixing any of it.

"I don't want to alarm you, George, but... I think we need to take you to see a healer," he told his brother.

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-31 12:34 am UTC (link)
Well at least Fred believed him even if he didn't agree that strange women appearing without clothes on was a strange thing. That had to count for something, at least. "That's what she said," he replied, "and she had a picture. It's like I'm in some other part of my life that's totally made up and the joke's on me and I just want to fix it and put things back." He shook his head. "It's not real. That's exactly it. I've been thinking it for a while, and soon I'm just going to wake up and I'll be back where I belong." He nodded and rubbed his hands together as if this settled the matter, because in his head, it did.

He waved away the suggestion to see somebody. "Nah. They're part of the make-believe, they won't have anything useful to say. Maybe I should go do something fun and totally impossible..." He only had to think a moment before he realized what he wanted to do. "Hey, do you know where Alicia lives?" Because this wasn't the real Fred. It was okay for him to know.

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-31 12:41 am UTC (link)
"No," he told his brother, the urgency in his voice obvious as he moved towards him. "It's not all make-believe. What you think you know about that other life is make-believe, George. You will not do anything impossible like trying to jump off a building or whatever dangerous thing that you're thinking because this isn't fake. You're here. Really here. You'll hurt yourself and it won't be a joke. I'm serious, George. Don't do any;thing stupid." The mention of Alicia made his eyes widen.

"Oh, you have got to be out of your bloody mind!," he told him, shaking his head. "Alicia is married George. You have a girlfriend. You cannot be seriously thinking about going over there. You really have gone and gotten yourself into some real mess if you don't remember all of that."

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-31 12:45 am UTC (link)
What kind of stupid dream was this? Whoever was writing the script was a real buzzkill. Lucid dreams were supposed to be about fantasy and wish fulfillment, right? Not getting shouted at by a stranger and having the proper pretty girl unavailable.

"Fine," he said, slouching down, arms folded. "Real Fred's much more fun than you are. Not even letting me enjoy myself. I've had a really bad pretend day and if I can't wake up, then what else am I supposed to do?" The healer thing? He supposed that couldn't hurt. Maybe they could fix his hearing.

"Well you're the dream guide," he decided, "you can lead or whatever."

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-07-31 12:50 am UTC (link)
It was quite obvious that he wasn't going to be working today at all. No, he was going to have to keep his apparently insane twin from doing something even more incredibly stupid than what he'd likely already done to poor Lydia. He hoped whatever was going on that he figured it out soon and George got back to himself before he did irreparable damage to his relationship.

"We need to go to a healer," he told him. "I'm going to make sure the shop's covered for the day so I can take you." He'd send of a message and get that taken care of and then maybe he and George could get something figured out. "What did you say to Lydia?," he asked him. He was honestly afraid of what his brother was going to tell him.

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-07-31 12:55 am UTC (link)
Pretend person or not, George actually did feel kind of bad for calling her crazy, especially given that she hadn't actually been crazy, just a figment of his imagination and he was playing the game wrong. What the hell had been in that swamp?! Caution: May cause psychotic hallucinations.

"Um," he said, feeling a little sheepish, "that she was crazy and I didn't know who she was and that she'd... kidnapped me?" Yeah, it sounded totally insane and horrible and thank goodness she wasn't real.

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[info]hisangelictwin
2016-08-01 12:41 am UTC (link)
Fred palmed his face when his brother told him what he'd said to Lydia. He wasn't sure how the hell he'd be able to get out of all of that, but he hoped for everyone's sake that whatever illness or curse was plaguing his brother, it would go away quicker that it had come on. It was all ridiculous and it made him remember the dreams of dying. His stomach churned uncomfortably. "I really, really wish that you hadn't said all of that," he muttered. "I don't know how we're going to be able to explain any of it. But right now we just need to worry about getting you back to normal before anything else goes horribly wrong."

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[info]hiseviltwin
2016-08-01 09:41 am UTC (link)
"What's there to explain?" George asked with genuine curiosity. "It's not like she's real." Neither was Fred, as a matter of fact, but George didn't think it would do any good to point that out and make his fake twin cranky.

"And I am normal," he said with a little huff. "It's the world that doesn't exist. But, as I said, you're the dream guide. Guide me." He sat up straighter and held out his arms as if in supplication. "If enlightenment is to be found with the Healers, then lead the way."

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