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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 06:27 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 06:27 pm (UTC)Oi, Fred. George. Tossing around your devices doesn't do any good, you know.
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Date: 2011-11-02 06:44 pm (UTC)Seems to be helping me loads. 'specially since it won't stay broken, I can throw it more than once.
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Date: 2011-11-02 06:47 pm (UTC)Don't take that tone with me, Fred Weasley. You're not the only one to've lost a brother here.
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Date: 2011-11-02 07:00 pm (UTC)I'll take whatever tone I bloody well please, Ginevra. I haven't lost a thing.
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Date: 2011-11-02 07:02 pm (UTC)Oh, that's right. That's the best way to deal with this, pretend nothing happened at all. It's not like I know how this feels or anything, right?
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Date: 2011-11-02 07:17 pm (UTC)I haven't lost a thing, Gin, because I haven't got anything to lose.
[It wasn't his time. They aren't meant to be here, it's not his to be lost.]
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Date: 2011-11-02 07:20 pm (UTC)Don't say that. Family's family and he's—we're—yours, so stop being a prat.
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Date: 2011-11-02 08:54 pm (UTC)[That much goes without saying. Which may be why he just...quiets. Tries to breathe even and swallows hard. This sucks.]
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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 11:25 pm (UTC)A few days. 's all the prat gets.
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Date: 2011-11-03 03:07 am (UTC)[Merlin, she was really hoping they wouldn't ever have to experience this. Fred, most of all. Because this is the only time he gets with family and friends now.]
Should I bother trying to give you the whole "it gets better" speech, then, or would you rather I just leave it alone?
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Date: 2011-11-04 12:49 am (UTC)[A beat, and then he adds quietly, sincerely - without its usual jest or request for groceries or a dinner or any of his banter and cheek. Just simple, honest, even if his voice sounds oddly strained.]
Think you can spare a day or two out here?
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Date: 2011-11-04 03:21 am (UTC)Of course I can. [The Weasley homing instinct is strong, and in lieu of The Burrow, they have the cabin.] What d'you think I've been doing this whole time, staring at the ceiling? I'm packing an overnight bag.
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From:voice; as if phone tagging wasnt hard enough without half a missing screen...
From:voice; i am forever impressed with your phone tags ;A;
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Date: 2011-11-02 09:28 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-11-02 09:34 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 09:51 pm (UTC)You alright?
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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 10:20 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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