George Fabian Weasley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hiseviltwin) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} reduxpitch,@ 2016-11-14 08:31:00 |
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WHEN: Monday, early evening
WHERE: The Twins' flat
WHAT: Talkin about stuff
RATING: TBD
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
George had been spending a bit more time at his own flat over these last few days, coming up before and after work and on lunch to take sort of a visual inventory of the things that were definitely his - which really wasn't much - and to just appreciate the space for the random eyesore that it was. If everything went right tomorrow, this wouldn't be his home anymore. Sure, he would probably still come over all the time since it was right above work and his twin brother (and best friend) wasn't going anywhere, but there would be a strange shift that would change this place from "ours" to "Fred's."
The very notion of not sharing a thing with his twin was unsettling, but the thought of sharing the thing with Lydia was thrilling. It was a weird place to be.
He was, for the moment, alone in the place that would (probably) not be his soon, sitting on his bed and rummaging through clothes. Even these weren't completely and distinctly his. Things got mixed up, things got borrowed, until it really was never clear who owned what, and in the end it hadn't mattered. And while he did expect he'd spend a fair amount of time in a new place without any clothes on, he still needed to go to work and things.
Maybe he'd just buy new stuff and call it a day. Or he and Lydia could buy things together. That thought made him feel a bit happier, and he was just shoving the clothes back into the drawer when he heard the front door opening. Expecting it to be Fred, he bounded out of the bedroom. "Hey!" It wasn't Fred. Still, he grinned, happy for the visit.