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Fred Weasley is actually just insane. ([info]gigglefit) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2013-08-04 18:22:00

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Entry tags:!complete, fred weasley, george weasley

Who:  Fred and George Weasley
What:  Narrative / Body Swap plot
When: 8/4
Where: Their flat above For the Lulz
Rating:  Lowish
Status:  Complete





It was a Theo-less night. That was a little sad in itself, but kind of okay -- sometimes they worked late. Sometimes they stayed up late designing new products -- hammering and crafting away in their joint office (which was really the second bedroom of their flat). They didn't want to bother Theo all the time with things like being noisy or not letting her sleep with things that didn't involve kissing, laughing and sexy times.

Their room wasn't small, but they'd jammed their two beds together -- often passing out in the middle of it in a distinct little pile of warm twin togetherness.

Things were different when they woke up this morning.

Firstly, everything was a little off . Not wrong or bad. Just. Off.

Fred blinked his eyes open -- frowned and then shoved roughly at his twin, who instead of groaning and shoving back, sat up easily and tilted his head to the side thoughtfully.

"Are--?"

"What?"

They looked at each other, and then grinned. Sometimes they just didn't need to speak in order to know what was going on.

"You've finally dreamt something," Fred said, and it was not a question.

"Oh yes," George agreed, and at the same time noted that his wand from the dreams was both appeared and poking him in the thigh. He moved it to sit next to Fred's on the night stand.

"But that's not --" Fred frowned again, glanced down at his hands, and then at George.

"Yeah. I noticed that." George was doing the same, but no, literally. Because he wasn't looking at Fred, he was looking at himself who was Fred.

"Huh."

"Yeah."

They both gave a pause as they actually managed out of the bed, stretched like lazy cats with cracks of joints and happy pops in the spine. Moving felt different, but not enough to be so weird. Nearly the same. But different.

"You realize of course - " Fred (George?) started.

" -- We have to troll - " George (Fred?) went on.

"Theo." The both (definitely both.) finished. And then they grinned.

As far as strange went, this was the best sort.




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