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

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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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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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