Hugo Weasley (breakthis) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-07-01 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | fred weasley, hugo weasley |
Who: Fred and Hugo Weasley
What: Fred wants to actually meet his favorite nephew
Where: The bar
When: Monday
Rating: Low
Fred had been laying on his bed for the good part of three hours, turning a key over in his hand, just staring at his pile of luggage. Yesterday with Tonks had been a lot, and when he had come home, he hadn't expected to find a key on his bed. But there it was. He had promised Tonks he wouldn't open his luggage.
He sighed and got out of his bed, dropping the key back onto the bed on his way out of the room. He needed to be somewhere else where he wouldn't think about his bloody luggage. Drinking seemed like a good solution. And he happened to have a nephew who worked at the bar. Nodding to himself as he walked into the bar, getting to know some of his new family seemed like a good distraction.
Of course, it wasn't hard to find Hugo. Merlin, he looked like Ron. Smiling slightly, he sat down and watched him for a moment before saying, "Can I have some whiskey, oh nephew o mine?"
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"I don't know. Are you old enough to drink?" Hugo grinned and poured his uncle a glass. "You look pretty young, you know? All non wrinkly and not grey." Uncle George was getting a little grey around the temples. All of his uncles were. His dad too. Hugo assumed it happened with age. "Why so glum?"
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Fred stuck his tongue out at Hugo, "Im twenty, thank you very much." It was odd, knowing his nephew was older than he was, but there wasn't anything he could about it. "Im never going to get wrinkly. Thank Merlin for that." Fred smiled at Hugo, determined not think about baggage, anyone's, anymore. "Im not glum. What makes you say that?"
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"Oooh hoo, nearly a grown man," he teased and grabbed himself a pint of ale. Hell, this place was going to turn him into a drunk. Hugo didn't drink this much normally, did he? He wasn't single any more. He didn't need to get pissed at pubs. Oh. Right. He was single. As single as single could be. Great.
"Grew up around Weasleys. You can tell when one of us is upset about something."
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Fred couldn't help it, he leaned up and pinched Hugo's cheek, doing a very good impression of his aunt. "Youre only a little bit older than me, you know."
Fred nodded, "That is true." He looked carefully at his nephew, he looked so much like Ron, and sighed. "You haven't happened to find any keys have you?"
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"Keys? No. It's a bit hard to see anything in my place except my roommate's bits." Which he totally noticed. It was impossible not to.
"Why do you need keys?"
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Fred almost spit his drink out on Hugo, but managed to hold it in long enough to bring a napkin to his mouth just in case. After he had swallowed and savored being able to breathe again, he started laughing, managing to choke out, "I forgot...Adrian was your....roommate." Oh, he could only imagine.
On the subject of keys though, Fred's smile faded and he shook his head solemly. "No one needs keys, Hugo. Absolutely no one. What Sirius said about his luggage making him want to punch people is true, I saw it happen." Fred knew he likely sounded insane, but seeing Tonks so sad because of what she had done had unnerved him. He took another gulp of his drink before saying, ""s not good, keys."
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Fred cracked a wry smile with his answer, "Physically nothing. But apparently, whoever's luggage it is, when they open it, they get attacked by feelings about something they did and feel bad about or some rot." Fred knocked back the rest of his drink and made a face. He didn't want to think about bloody luggage anymore.
"When do you get off? I feel as though I should be wreaking havoc upon the island, and teaching my favorite nephew of the family bussiness." Just like that, Fred's smile was back and his eyes gleaming as he looked at Hugo. "Plus, the look on your mum's face when you pull a prank on her. Oh, her head might explode!"
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Hugo didn't want to disappoint his Uncle, but he wasn't that much of a prankster. He was one of the youngest in the family and usually the butt of all the jokes and pranks. It seemed a bit stupid to suddenly try to change things now. But... this was Uncle Fred. He wasn't about to turn him down. "Um, I never really asked about my schedule. When I'm not here one of those strange people from baggage claim comes over to man the place."
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Fred nodded and smirked at Hugo. "Well, I'll be right back then." Before this whole nonsense with luggage, Fred had made himself a makeshift whoopee cushion. As someone got up to go to the loo, he waited till their companion wasn't looking and placed the cushion on their chair.
Fred sauntered back to Hugo, smirking, nodding to the person as he passed them. Right as he sat down , a rather large farting sound ripped through the bar. "Ah, music to my ears."
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Hugo couldn't help but laugh. There was something so innocent about that sound. No one got hurt. No one was angry. It was just a brilliant, classic joke.
"Uncle George still gets people with those. He has invisible ones. Grandma hates it."
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Fred's smirk faded just a bit, hardly enough to notice. Uncle George. George, his twin, his best friend, who had gone on to marry the woman Fred knew was supposed to be with him. He hated him. No, but he hated being so angry at his family. First Percy had betrayed them, then George had just...taken his place.
"Its the simplest prank in the book, and simple is always better. Though, it's gonna take me a bit to make another one." Fred shrugged. That's what he had been doing when staring at his lump of dough that he supposed to turn into something. "Hugo, do you know anything about baking? It seems you got the only good job."
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"No, but my boy-- Scorpius does. He's pretty brilliant at it. You can ask him. And I don't think my job is that great. I have to see people I don't want to see and I'm going to become a drunk."
Speaking of which... Hugo poured himself another pint.
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"No, but my boy-- Scorpius does. He's pretty brilliant at it. You can ask him. And I don't think my job is that great. I have to see people I don't want to see and I'm going to become a drunk."
Speaking of which... Hugo poured himself another pint.
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Fred couldn't help but laugh as Hugo poured himself another drink. "Well, you seem to be the only one on the island who has any idea what they're doing."
Fred cocked his head at his nephew. Yeah, he'd read what he had said on the journals about being gay. Fred wasn't particularily fussed about it. "Scorpius, huh? He seems decent. Is he any good? At baking, I mean." Hugo needed to get out. Fred should take him out! A smile started spreading over his face, just imagining taking his nephew out to meet women (or men, if that's what Hugo wanted). Oh what a team!
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"Only thing he's better at is being a git," Hugo said bitterly. "Well and healing." Yes, he was angry. Hugo didn't let go of his anger easily.
"Can we not talk about him? Ever?"
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Fred shrugged. "Fair enough. As long as we can add two certain brothers of mine to that list." He wasn't going to get un-mad at either of them anytime soon, he knew. He would just focus on pranks, baking, and his growing family.
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"Fine with me." As far as Hugo was concerned, Fred was the coolest Uncle ever. Except maybe Bill. Either way he was going to pledge his allegiance to Fred. He never really got along with Uncle Percy anyway.
"I think I can take off now. You want to go get pissed on the beach?"
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Fred hesitated, then busted out laughing, "I heard that wrong. I thought you asked if I wanted to piss on the beach." His shoulders were still shaking with laughter, and yes, he was very immature at times. Fred slid off the stool, and waited for Hugo. "Yes, let's go get pissed."