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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
2008-12-14 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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