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Fred Weasley ([info]halfhere) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-12-01 16:12:00

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Entry tags:inactive: bill weasley, inactive: fred weasley, inactive: george weasley

WHO: Fred, George, & Bill Weasley
WHERE: Times Square
WHEN: Sunday, 1 December, after this
WARNINGS: Potential talks of death; definite feels
SPOILERS? TBD

Fred was missing something, and he hated it. He wanted to be in on the joke, he wanted to laugh with everyone else, and when no one else was laughing--not at or with him--it made him feel lost. Being out of the loop made him grumpy, which didn't help his hangover, and he slumped back on the bench and glared at the traffic and people around him. It was supposed to be his birthday. Yeah, there was a war on, and people were dying and disappearing. The magical world was shite, but his and George's birthday was supposed to be a bright spot in that dreariness. They were supposed to be laughing and lightening moods and making people feel good.

He wasn't supposed to be sat on a bench in the middle of New York City, with people going about their Christmas shopping. For one thing, the holidays were months off. For another thing, they were happy, and he was not, and that was just wrong. Closing his eyes, Fred took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was hungry and hungover, and his foul mood was his choice. He chose to let it go. It didn't stop his head from hurting, but it relaxed his brow and had him looking around with different eyes. The Muggle device was more advanced than the last one he'd seen. The kid, Freddy, asked if he was new, and Bill and George had said this wasn't a joke.

Fred fished the note out of his pocket and reread it. The best pranks had simple details. Each player was known, and no one who was a bad liar was trusted with any of the details. Going back over the conversations, he didn't get a hint of too much protesting from anyone, and the Jubilant Entity thing was too detailed. Whoever did this didn't keep it simple so it wouldn't fall apart, and Georgie was better than that. "Shite."



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[info]halfhere
2019-12-12 02:37 am UTC (link)
Fred had never seen George like this, and it scared him. His natural reaction to make a joke to lighten the mood didn't feel right. This was real, but he didn't know what this was. He thought he didn't want to know, because it couldn't be anything good, especially when paired with Percy not being a prat, and with Bill looking like dad when faced with a plug. 

He clung to George, wanting desperately to make his brother be okay, and let Bill hug them both for several long moments. "Lads, this is very not British," he joked. He couldn't help it. Jokes were his default when he was uncomfortable. "And it's scaring me." Fred gripped George's shoulders and pushed him back enough to see his face. "What happened here? Do we need to get revenge on someone? I have a few offensive ideas in my book." 

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[info]halfthere
2019-12-15 08:59 pm UTC (link)
Revenge? How could Fred get revenge on something he couldn't even stop? George stared at his brother, his twin, the other half of his soul, and he found himself not knowing what to say. He glanced at Bill with wide eyes that were glassy with unshed tears. There was a part of him that wanted to have Bill explain all the horrible things that had happened. That wasn't fair and he couldn't do that to his brother. No, he would have to break the news to his twin himself.

"Maybe we should not do this in Times Square?" He pulled Fred back in for another hug before he began to pull himself free of both of his brothers. He found he couldn't fully separate himself from Fred as he grabbed his brother's hand. He needed the contact, the anchor to the moment. His teeth dug into the corner of his lower lip as he actually started to leaking. Tears coursed down his cheeks as he sniffed hard.

Shite, he was crying in front of Fred and it was totally going to set him more on edge.

"I have something in my eyes."

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