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[An absolute silence hangs between the twins as they stare at a picture frame hanging on the wall. Some might recognize the photo within it, others still might recognize the Hall it's posted in. And even if they don't, Fred and George can hardly spare a moment to care, because that silence has a rather tight grasp on them, forcing them to recognize them both for what it is.
Ronald Weasley has left the City.
Fred looks over to George, a look of discontent (and perhaps even anger) clear on his face, before looking back over to the frame.]
So that's it, then? Gone without so much as a sound, just a photograph in some dreadful hallway?
You tell me. You've the one who's been here longer.
[George runs a hand over his face. Without even thinking about it, his hand reaches out and grips firmly onto Fred's shoulder.]
He'd barely even got here.
[Fred visibly tenses at the hand on his shoulder, much as it should be a comfort, and he looks up to the ceiling for a moment before shaking his head.]
Unbelievable tosspot.
[His voice does not sound strained there, thank you very much, and there is nothing even close to a deep, shaky exhale to follow before he shrugs George's hand from his shoulder and turns to leave.]
We ought to go muck up his room. Test out those new fireworks.
[George crosses his arms and fixes Fred with a hard stare.]
Don't be a prat, Fred. That's the last thing everyone needs right now.
The last thing everyone needs right now--!
[In the process of shouting, and Fred only stops to notice the device is recording them. A low string of swear words can be heard as he walks up to it and his hand covers the feed for the briefest of moments before everything starts spinning and the feed ends with a crash!]
[An absolute silence hangs between the twins as they stare at a picture frame hanging on the wall. Some might recognize the photo within it, others still might recognize the Hall it's posted in. And even if they don't, Fred and George can hardly spare a moment to care, because that silence has a rather tight grasp on them, forcing them to recognize them both for what it is.
Ronald Weasley has left the City.
Fred looks over to George, a look of discontent (and perhaps even anger) clear on his face, before looking back over to the frame.]
So that's it, then? Gone without so much as a sound, just a photograph in some dreadful hallway?
You tell me. You've the one who's been here longer.
[George runs a hand over his face. Without even thinking about it, his hand reaches out and grips firmly onto Fred's shoulder.]
He'd barely even got here.
[Fred visibly tenses at the hand on his shoulder, much as it should be a comfort, and he looks up to the ceiling for a moment before shaking his head.]
Unbelievable tosspot.
[His voice does not sound strained there, thank you very much, and there is nothing even close to a deep, shaky exhale to follow before he shrugs George's hand from his shoulder and turns to leave.]
We ought to go muck up his room. Test out those new fireworks.
[George crosses his arms and fixes Fred with a hard stare.]
Don't be a prat, Fred. That's the last thing everyone needs right now.
The last thing everyone needs right now--!
[In the process of shouting, and Fred only stops to notice the device is recording them. A low string of swear words can be heard as he walks up to it and his hand covers the feed for the briefest of moments before everything starts spinning and the feed ends with a crash!]
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:26 pm (UTC)You'd of thought we'd learned out lesson by now.
[His arms are still crossed, and he smiles at Fred, slightly. Everything about the way he's standing seems to be helping holding himself together.]
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:28 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 09:33 pm (UTC)[There's a another pause, and then she adds in a softer voice,]
He might come back. Give it a few days before you start setting off fireworks in his room.
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:34 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-02 09:39 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 09:39 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 09:42 pm (UTC)Absolutely. I don't know if you've noticed, but they've got this idiotic habit of turning on when you don't want them to.
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:46 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 09:50 pm (UTC)[As if he doesn't know, but what else is there to say?]
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:51 pm (UTC)You alright?
Re: voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 10:11 pm (UTC)[Really all the answer he wants to give.]
What about you?
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Date: 2011-11-02 10:12 pm (UTC)[Yep. Words. What are they even?]
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Date: 2011-11-02 10:20 pm (UTC)[Maybe she's too hopeful, though. Maybe she's trying to cling to that reassurance because she doesn't want any more of them to leave.]
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Date: 2011-11-02 10:28 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 10:30 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 10:34 pm (UTC)How are you holding up?
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Date: 2011-11-02 10:35 pm (UTC)'course it isn't. Nothing is going to change anything, so what's the point in dwelling? Or shall I gather everyone so we can have group hugs and a crying session? Don't expect me to wipe your bogeys.
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:06 pm (UTC)He breathes out lowly before answering, and isn't this just surreal? A picture in a hallway all of a sudden? It seems like Ron ought to be bursting through the door any moment now, asking what all the fuss is about. Gone, gone, gone like that time in the tent, only without any anger or parting words.
He'd take the anger over this.]
You're all right?
[The most obvious, but again - what can be said?]
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:17 pm (UTC)You'd think.
[He ultimately decides against smashing it again and tosses it in the air once to catch it and shove it in his pocket. It's then that he notices George's smile, his calm, and somehow that hurts just a little bit.]
Suppose we'll have to try again next time.
[Because there will be a next time. Some day Harry might leave, or Hermione. Gin's been here three years, she can't stay forever. And George - one day he'll leave him too. They've all got lives to get back to, places to be. Fred's only got them. Here. Now.
For whatever mysterious reason, he can't quite keep his eyes on his brother's face. He turns away again, a hand coming up to cover his mouth before running it through his hair. He can't let it all fall apart now. Not again. He'd only just put himself back together.]
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:25 pm (UTC)A few days. 's all the prat gets.
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-02 11:46 pm (UTC)I don't think I like that sort of experiment...
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Date: 2011-11-03 01:53 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-03 02:06 am (UTC)Right, because you're the only one who's lost someone today - stupid of me to forget!