Characters: Fred Weasley & George Harris Date: 6 August 1999 | early afternoon Location: The Twins' Flat in London, England | Check Fred's profile for the pictures! Rating: PG Status: In Progress | Closed
It had been a long, successful afternoon for the twins. About lunch time, Fred had sent his owl to George requesting his prompt appearance at the Port--an apartment complex in London. It had formerly belonged to a group of muggles but was bought out after their business mysteriously went under. Now, though run by magical folk, it was still on the brink of renovations. Fortunately, Fred managed to find an apartment that had already gone through the process and after getting his brother's stamp of approval, they signed the lease. It was lucky that Susan had suggested the Port. The location wasn't in the cluster of businesses in wizarding London and would've otherwise been overlooked. That was one thing Fred enjoyed about it, though. He still reserved a tiny bit of distance from the Ministry Headquarters, and even managed to see muggles on a regular basis. Of course, many of them that got close to the apartments went missing or became victims of muggling, but at least here he could possibly fight back. Maybe even help out the poor buggers?
After Fred and George had managed to finally get all of their belongings into the apartment, which wasn't too difficult considering Fred hardly had a thing to his name, they rested. Fred was the first to collapse on the carpeted lounge room, folding his arms behind his head as he looked over to his twin. "Good onya, George. We'll probably need to go searching for some furniture before too long." He smiled cheekily up at his brother, debating stealing his bed for the night. It wasn't that Fred didn't have the money to afford the investment. He was making plenty from the Aussie Ministry and now his job at the Dragon's Den combined. Not to mention, Mr. and Mrs. Diggory had still insisted on giving him a monthly allowance merely out of routine and concern for him. It wasn't much compared to the income he'd already been taking in biweekly, but there was one thing he appreciated more than their money: Mrs. Diggory's baking. She sent the twins a box of pastries from Australia, which were surprisingly fresh all things considered. Have to love magic, right?
"Oy, prat. Mind passing me a strawberry pastry while you're up?"