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Fred Weasley ([info]weasleyforge) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-07-26 18:45:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 07, !incomplete, fred weasley, verity weller

Who: Fred and Verity Weasley
What: Vacation (and some work)
When: After Brazil's Quidditch World Cup win
Where: Brasilia, Brazil
Rating/Warning: Well, it's them.


"This is brilliant," Fred said, looking out the window of their hotel. It was the middle of the day, but the things were broadcast easily enough and Brazil's victory had just been announced. "It looks like they're rioting in the streets over it!"

They were staying in a very posh hotel in a wizarding section of Brazil's capital city. Fred had spent most of his days doing paperwork and making sure everything was set to rush the construction of the new shop, but today it seemed like the whole sodding wizarding part of the country had taken a long break for the game. From the looks of the party starting in the sunny streets below, he didn't really think anyone woul be getting back to work any time soon, either.



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[info]weasleyforge
2010-08-17 11:53 am UTC (link)
Fred's mouth went automatically to the offered up column of Verity's throat as she arched up, then fell back as she did the same thing, sighing as her mouth slid against his neck and sliding his fingers into her hair again.

"We can try, though," he said, always hopeful. He took any opening she gave him to talk about having a bigger family, really. He was sure one day she'd give in.

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