[Is all he gets off before into the fountain they go! In all honesty, he isn't like to complain, not considering the day's events, and part of him is brought back to simpler times when their biggest worries were getting Ginny through a nightmare at two in the morning. Strange, to be brought back to their childhood when she has so very clearly left it behind, but then age has never really had much to do with the Weasley mentality, now, has it?
At least, it didn't up until the war began. Fred had watched his sister mature rather too soon, having faced You-Know-Who herself early on and becoming one of the star pupils to emerge from Dumbledore's Army. If he's ever felt Ginny's sudden adulthood to be a failure of their own, he hasn't voiced it to anyone. But this, this...bloody impossible reunion seems to wipe that thought clear from his mind, as this little ball of energy and affection is so very clearly his baby sister. Forget the war, forget his death. This is so much more meaningful and significant and the embodiment everything Fred holds sacred.
His family's still his family, despite trials and tribulations and three years of trans-dimensional time warping. What more could he honestly ask for?]
Not that I've any qualms with being bowled over upon sight, but some fair warning next time would be much obliged, little sister.
[Lies, all lies. He loves it. In fact, if one were to look closely, they might even notice that Fred's holding her rather tightly in return, determined to preserve this raw moment for just as long as pride permits.]
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he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Date: 2011-08-12 10:42 am (UTC)[Is all he gets off before into the fountain they go! In all honesty, he isn't like to complain, not considering the day's events, and part of him is brought back to simpler times when their biggest worries were getting Ginny through a nightmare at two in the morning. Strange, to be brought back to their childhood when she has so very clearly left it behind, but then age has never really had much to do with the Weasley mentality, now, has it?
At least, it didn't up until the war began. Fred had watched his sister mature rather too soon, having faced You-Know-Who herself early on and becoming one of the star pupils to emerge from Dumbledore's Army. If he's ever felt Ginny's sudden adulthood to be a failure of their own, he hasn't voiced it to anyone. But this, this...bloody impossible reunion seems to wipe that thought clear from his mind, as this little ball of energy and affection is so very clearly his baby sister. Forget the war, forget his death. This is so much more meaningful and significant and the embodiment everything Fred holds sacred.
His family's still his family, despite trials and tribulations and three years of trans-dimensional time warping. What more could he honestly ask for?]
Not that I've any qualms with being bowled over upon sight, but some fair warning next time would be much obliged, little sister.
[Lies, all lies. He loves it. In fact, if one were to look closely, they might even notice that Fred's holding her rather tightly in return, determined to preserve this raw moment for just as long as pride permits.]