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[ accidental video ]
[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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...I'm sorry, Fred, George...
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[You meant the device, right? Right?]
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I hope they do...I really do.
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Might make for an interesting experiment, though. Test how much they can break before they stop entirely.
[...Okay, now even Fred's not sure whether he's talking about the device or his family. Brilliant.]
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I don't think I like that sort of experiment...
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For what it's worth, and I know it's not worth a lot, I am sorry...
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You lost someone from home, didn't you?
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Uh huh...he was my first real human friend ever...but its okay, you know?
[Her smile is sad, but it's still a smile.]
I know I'll see him again someday, and maybe if I'm lucky, he'll come back.
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Well, you guys are welcome to come over whenever you want, okay? I know I liked having company when Eugene left...it helps. But you've got family here too, which is good, so.
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