Fred Weasley (sonnerie) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-10-21 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: fred weasley, char: valentina proudfoot |
Who: Fred Weasley and open
What: Cleaning up the old shop
Where: Weaselys' Wizard Wheezes
When: Saturday afternoon
Rating: Depends I suppose
Sometimes too many things happened all at once. Sometimes the world had a terrible habit of crashing down, smothering everyone like a vast wave, and if you spent too long fighting it instead of finding your way back to the surface you would drown. At the news of Ivy's new incarceration and easily deciphered lies at Max's treatment, Fred had put aside every other matter than how to get her out. At the news of Bellatrix's survival, Fred had been angry enough to consider trying to track her down or baiting her out so he could repay her for his mother's death. At the news of Hagrid's murder, he'd stood for a moment unable to focus his anger, despair and sorrow. And then he realised that sometimes you simply needed to concentrate on finding a way to breath through the wave. And so he was standing in the middle of his and George's shop, slowly guiding a feather duster across the beams to gather up all the cobwebs. He'd pulled down the boards at the windows, and destroyed the wards around the shop that hadn't been tripped or broken by the Ministry. The front door was ajar to let in some of the crisp autumn air and remove the stuffy atmosphere that had settled in the absence of the twins. The shelves were mostly empty, and the floor was covered in dust, broken toys and torn wrappers. It wouldn't take more than a day to tidy the shop up, but it would take longer to refill their stocks and get the place fit enough to open it to the world. But that sort of mindless task was exactly what he needed to stop himself from running straight into the figurative jaws of the beast. He turned the corner of one of the shelves and came face to face with a pair of bloodshot eyes and a distended maw. He let out a cry of surprise and whipped his wand around. Without missing a beat he cast 'reducto' at his unexpected foe. The spell struck the Puking Pastilles mannequin between its wide eyes and sent it flying across the shop into a wall with a great crash. The head popped off and rolled towards the front door. "Fuck-" Fred gasped, his brain catching up to his body. "Bloody thing!" |