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George (saint_gred) wrote in strugglewithin,
@ 2008-12-01 00:36:00

Entry tags:

august 1997, fred weasley, george weasley

RP: Let's save the world
Date: 30 August 1997
Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley
Location: The twins' flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Diagon Alley
Summary: Questioning Muggleborns for stealing magic is one thing, but when the news of pardoned Death Eaters ("falsely imprisoned and convicted", yeah sure) reaches Fred and George, they find it all to be a bit too outrageous.
Status: Private
Completion: Incomplete

Usually George enjoyed Sunday mornings. No rush. Everything all nice and peaceful, though maybe even a little lonely and dull, with Fred still snoring away by the time George had managed to make his way to the kitchen and started preparing some Questionable Brownish Thick an' Strong Beverage (coffee for short) and Small Burned Pieces of Wheaty Stuff (also known as a toast).

Unfortunately, this wasn't an usual Sunday morning. It all went fine until George decided to read yesterday's paper.

On Saturday morning the twins hadn't had time to pay much attention to the newest Daily Prophet, they both kinda, well, slept in and by the end of the day it had already slipped from their minds. It was only when George trailed to kitchen for breakfast (with George's cooking skills one had to stretch the concept of breakfast quite a bit to be able to call it that, but anyway) he remembered the abandoned paper again. Thanks to his habit of always starting to read papers from the very last page, he soon found himself choking on a Even Smaller Piece of a Small Burden Piece of Wheaty Stuff.

After sorting the tiny issue with pieces and wheaty stuff, George stormed back to the bedroom and landed on his double's bed. "FRED! This-- They've-- Ya must see this! BLOODY WAKE UP!"

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fireheadjester
2008-11-30 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Usually Fred, too, was rather fond of Sunday mornings. There was no care in the world on a bright and well, non-early Sunday morning, because they meant sleeping until noon (or whatever time George would decide to burn down the kitchen that chosen day) and then laying in bed for a good couple of hours more, just soaking in the warmth. Fred did like his Sunday Morning Lay-Abouts, be he awake or not. Currently he was far away in the land of sleep, though, having a most wondrous dream about flying on a dragon somewhere in Africa. It was an absolutely awesome dream, seeing there was this beauty of a girl holding on to him for dear life and ---

Suddenly something heavy and uncomfortable slammed straight into him, cutting his dream in half, throwing the air out of his lungs and making his head spin. It didn't take too many seconds for him to regain both consciousness and breath, whacking the unfailingly familiar form on top of him with all his semi-asleep might right over the place he thought it's head, hollering all the while. "WHA' THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOIN', YA SODDING WANKER ?!"

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saint_gred
2008-12-01 04:38 pm UTC (link)

"Jumpin' on ya for the fun of it, obviously!" George snorted, unimpressed by Fred's insults and pushed the paper towards his twin. "I am TRYING to tell ya something IMPORTANT here! LOOK! THEY-- THOSE TWATS! THEY LET THE BASTARDS OFF!" That was about all George was able to comprehensibly express with words at the given moment, so he had to trust his brother to still be literate enough to read the news himself. Though with Fred, and especially with Fred who had just been woken up with a rather brutal manner, you never knew.

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fireheadjester
2008-12-07 09:29 am UTC (link)

”Sod off,” Fred groaned into his pillows and swatted at his brother again, trying to get the damn plonker to shut the hell up. He didn’t need this in the middle of the night, did he now? George hadn’t got any kind of sense of timing! He'd had such a nice time until the damn idiot had decided to attack him without any seemingly good reason, the twat!

When George started to shout instead of doing what he had been asked Fred lifted his head a bit, casting his brother a half-murderous glare, completely ignoring the piece of publication the bloke tried to smother him with. "Shut up, will ya? What the hell are you on about, anyway? Let off, whaddaya mean, let off?"

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saint_gred
2008-12-07 12:10 pm UTC (link)

George pulled the Prophet back to himself in a rather irritated manner. Of course he knew one couldn't really call Fred a morning person, unless they meant Someone Who Will Probably Bash Your Head In If You Dare Wake Them Up Too Early by it, and at least George didn't define a morning person quite like that. Still, it wasn't too much asked of him to be a person instead or a swatting and swearing creature, was it? Well yeah, it was true enough George himself wasn't really behaving all so humanly at the moment, but he had a bloody good reason for it. Fred didn't.

Since it seemed like that narcoleptic brother of his wasn't going to quit being a dork George cleared his throat and read out loud with a bitter tone in his voice. "Saturday 29th, 1997. The Ministry of Magic states that the following persons have been charged with false allegations and are pardoned with an apology for the inconvenience. Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy..." George stopped and fixed his gaze back on his twin. "All the fuckers, basically!"

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fireheadjester
2008-12-09 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Fred collapsed back onto his pillows and murmured something incomprehensible, as George began reading, listening with only a third of an ear. It continued as such until the names started coming, making him freeze involuntarily into complete awareness, and he lifted his head slowly to stare at his brother, mouth hanging open. He couldn’t fucking believe what he was hearing!

”Let off, ya meant…? Let off? Let off as in… lettin' the bloody fecking Death Eater royalties walk?” the boy stammered out, absolutely bewildered.

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saint_gred
2008-12-09 05:42 pm UTC (link)

"No, they'll just have a bloody tea party with You-know-who and then merrily return to the hands of the Ministry." George was starting to feel slightly frustrated, having to explain the same freaking thing over and over again. But at least it now seemed he had gotten Fred's full attention. It was about time too. "OF COURSE that's what I meant! Ya finally get it?"

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fireheadjester
2008-12-09 06:05 pm UTC (link)

"Wha --... What in the name of Merlin’s effing flowerpot decorated, maggoty old g-thongs! Just... just no! No! They just can't--! I'mmean, they can't do that!"

Fred flung himself up into sitting position and snatched the paper out of his brother's hands, eyes skimming the letters so fast he missed half of the meaning behind them, but it didn't really matter. Everything George had said was there, even if he didn't want to see it. The Ministry had always been a bunch of fools in suits, but now they'd finally done it! Seriously, the people they'd set free... They were evil. Everyone knew that!

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saint_gred
2008-12-14 04:45 am UTC (link)

"Yeah! They've completely lost it!" George nodded, agreeing with his twin's outrage. Though actually he felt more like shaking his head. Nothing of it made any sense. Even the anoraks of the Ministry couldn't possibly be ignorant enough to not to realize that the people they had let off (with an apology, on top of everything!) were anything but innocent. Seriously.

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fireheadjester
2008-12-14 05:23 am UTC (link)

"Well... well, fuck!" Fred glowered at the piece of newspaper in his hands, like it had offended him personally, before squishing it into a small ball and throwing a cross the room as punishment. He stared fuming after it, thoughts running three miles an hour, twisting together and circling one another like vultures did in the desert. After having portrayed a glaring marble statue (with smoke nearly rising out of its ears) for a good couple of minutes, clenching and unclenching his firsts Fred turned to his brother with furrowed brows and cleared his throat impatiently. "Ya know what I'm thinking, mate? I'm thinking this is bloody it, we've been fecking around like two bleeding owls sitting on a bleeding perch for bloody too long, yeah? We've got to fucking do something, instead of staring at our pricks all day long. Already got the Ministry to do that for us."

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saint_gred
2008-12-14 10:53 am UTC (link)

Even if George wasn't about to take his anger on a piece of paper that had done nothing wrong during its live but was unfortunate to get into Fred's way at the wrong time, he was as upset his twin was. George showed it by looking like he was going to punch his fist trough the nearest wall in any minute now.

George shifted his position a little, so that he was actually sitting on his twins bed instead of sitting on his twins legs. "I hear ya. Bloody right. We've behaved ourselves like good authority-respecting citizens long enough. About time to change that." Well, they might not have been that authority-respecting all the time, but despite some of the Ministry's fucked up actions, they had kept quiet. For example they hadn't tried to blow up the whole place, yet. "So, do ya already have a plan forming in that head of yours?"

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fireheadjester
2008-12-14 11:28 am UTC (link)

Blood starting to run in his legs again, when George moved to sit somewhere that wasn't on top of them, Fred nodded to his brother's words, pressing his left palm over one of his eyes, brows still furrowed. They really needed to stop acting so passive, it wasn't like them at all. Passive in the face of oppression. "Just a sec. 'm thinkin'," the boy muttered to himself when George asked if he had a plan, face turning slightly vacant. It usually went like so, Fred coming up with the the general idea - the beginning, the start of something big and brilliant and great, and then George thinking out how they were actually going to manage to pull it off. This time it wasn't about some grand old prank, though. This time it was going to be something that honest to Merlin mattered.

Things that mattered did not seem to be any more difficult to come up with than pranks, Fred noticed after a couple minutes of dwelling inside his head, but he wanted them to do something that would really, really counted. Something big. Something important. Something ---... But of course!

"Muggleborns," he said after nearly three minutes of unnatural quietness, lifting his eyes to George with a near-wicked grin, anger washed away in the face of the sheer, sudden excitement he felt.

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saint_gred
2008-12-14 12:22 pm UTC (link)

George couldn't help but to smile a little to his brother's thinking face, the one he was so familiar with. Fred managed to make it seem like using his head took a lot out of him and that it wasn't something he practiced on daily bases (which probably wasn't always that far from the truth). Anyway, George had to admit his double always came up with something marvelous. Most of the time something a bit too marvelous to be quite realistic, but still, it was admirable.

"Muggleborns, ya say?" George lifted his brows slightly. He found Fred's upcoming grin catching, despite of the fact he had no idea what kind of cunning plan the other twin had in mind this time. It might sometimes have seemed to others that George was able to read his twin's mind, thanks to how similar the flow of their thoughts occasionally were, but George had yet to learn that ability.

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fireheadjester
2008-12-14 01:59 pm UTC (link)

"Or DA members, at least," Fred nodded to himself, still grinning as he got out of bed, and started pacing back and forth across the little bedroom in his pajama pants. His brows knit again, as he ran a hand through his hair, before crossing them over his chest as he walked. "Ought to write to Bill, yeah", he muttered. "And maybe Hestia, wasn't she the one who got those Dursley pillocks? Should find some place... Yeah, maybe on the country side. Hm, and maybe some boats or something or... Wonder if Cho Chang would --? But how to... Hm, owls is a no. How about... No, no, most definitely not. Oh! Oh, I've got it!"

He quickly turned to George, excited as one only can be, grinning from ear to ear. "A journal!" he exclaimed, like it solved everything, because quite frankly, it did.

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saint_gred
2008-12-14 02:34 pm UTC (link)

"A journal! Of course! That's it! How brilliant ya are indeed!" George jumped up to his feet, faking the most excited expression he could, which was a rather excited one. Next to him a kid who had just gotten everything he had wished for Christmas would've looked bitterly disappointed. Then, after a moment of hesitation, George sat down again with a thoughtful face. "But... Don't ya think it has already been invented? A journal, I mean?" He gave his brother a puzzled look and scratched the back of his head.

George's expression cracked into an amused grin. While he rarely forgot his inability to read his twins thoughts, Fred almost made a habit of not remembering that tiny fact. "Ya know ya lost me there. Care to explain?"

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