Who: Fred and George Weasley When: Sunday, September 15. Afternoon. Where: Outside the towers. What: Fred tries to prove that he's not a figment of George's imagination. Warning: Angst. Status: Incomplete/Closed.
While Fred was looking forward to seeing his twin again (it had been far too long since he had seen George), he was not looking forward to the conversation that he knew was going to occur. George thought he was dead. And in George's version of the world, Fred was dead. Fred hated thinking about the fact that he had died. He hated the fact that he had left George, that George had to continue on without him. Fred couldn't imagine living without George, and to know that George had to do just that... it broke Fred's heart. Causing any sort of pain to his twin brother, whether he meant to or not, he hated it.
Within a few minutes, Fred found himself in front of the towers where the new residents of Storybrooke lived. The apartments. He desperately hoped that he and George would live together, that George had been assigned to his apartment. Even if that wasn't the case, they would make it so. He had been separated from George for far too long. It had only been a couple of weeks, but that felt too long for Fred.
He idly wondered how old this version of George was. He knew Percy had been a few years older than he should have been, in comparison to Fred's age. And George had experienced Fred's death, so it had to be at least a couple of months. He sighed softly, and settled down onto a bench that was located outside of the towers. But he found that he couldn't stay still. He was nervous. He shouldn't be nervous about seeing George. This was George. His twin. His best friend.
Needing something to do, Fred started pacing back and forth along the sidewalk in front of the towers, chewing lightly on his lower lip. He fiddled with the wand in his pocket, just trying to keep his hands busy.