Fred Weasley (sonnerie) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-10-15 15:24:00 |
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Fred made his way up and down the train twice, his eyes moving leisurely over the passengers as they stared out the windows or fiddled on their phones or read newspapers. None spared the middle-aged accountant a glance. He was just a guy looking for a seat, or heading to the dining carriage. Not a wanted criminal wearing a muggle's face as he searched for signs of Wandholders waiting for him. The first sight of Ivy had made his heart skip and entire beat, and he was sure she'd noticed his expression falter as he'd passed by. She was clever, and right now she was just a Wandholder, so perhaps she'd suspected him to be polyjuiced... Either way it was about to wear off. Fred pushed his way to the little toilet at the end of Ivy's carriage and gripped the edge of the sink as his wrinkles began to stretch back, and ginger hair sprouted out from his receding hairline. The sensation of polyjuice wearing off never failed to make his stomach turn. He looked a little pale as he headed out and back down to the seat opposite Ivy, though he wasn't sure the Polyjuice was the only thing to be blamed. "Hi Ivy," He said softly as he slid into the seat, and he swallowed. Would it work? Would she remember? |