Who: Fred and Verity What: Verity is fed up Where: Apartment above the WWW When: Today Warnings: TBA
Fred hadn't done much since the non-attack on Hogwarts that was fun. He and George had talked about it, and the priority had to be getting the shop in Hogsmeade set up, now, because they'd need a way to get in to the castle fast if they ever needed to. Besides, trying to get that set up before the possibility was gone (while dad could still help to push things through at the Ministry even if he was trying to keep his head down there as much as possible) kept his mind off of other things. Namely, that Dumbledore was dead. That the Order didn't know what the fuck was going on. That his little sister was snogging girls and Potter was no where to be found - neither one of which was a good though, really, but he was a bit more worried about Harry than he was about Ginny.
Every night they'd been at the Burrow, talking things over with their Dad. Every day the shop had been open, but Fred had spent most days at Gringott's or with Lee - who had a fucking brilliant idea of his own - helping to get things set up for him.
He just hadn't had a lot of time to seek Verity out, even if he'd wanted to - and he was torn to whether or not he'd wanted to, since George had had such a fit. Still, he looked at the door of his flat and wondered what she was doing, down in the shop. Still, he didn't know what he'd say to her, even if he did go down, so he went back to drawing out the blueprint plans for the tunnel they were planning out from the new shop.