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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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action; /gets better X(
Date: 2011-12-20 03:38 am (UTC)[ She says this very matter-of-factly, not really letting the way he deflects with dry sarcasm get in her way. No this time. She needs this just as much as she can tell he does. And she wants to provide it for him. She wants to help him, protect him, take care of him, just for these moments wherein she is able to. But she doesn't press, doesn't make any further advances toward forcing him to rest if he doesn't wish it. Perhaps just being there is enough.
Or, then, he could not be near her at all. She shifts also, a little awkwardly as she has yet to decipher what it is he's doing. Maybe he would rather not have her there after all.
Or he could surprise her.
Hermione turns and furrows her brow slightly, bit of a confused look on her face for a moment before she realizes that he's asking her, however silently, to lay with him. She worries not about the trivial things, just as he didn't, and turns toward him as she settles herself horizontally. She lays facing him, scooted rather close but not enough to be uncomfortable, and lifts a hand to brush her fingers through his hair, and along his cheek.
She makes a motion forward, making a slow and tentative advance, then presses her lips to his forehead before drawing back and simply looking at him. Her expression says it all. The pain, the sorrow... But more importantly, the understanding. The mutually needed solace.
'It's alright. It's safe here. You're safe.'
And ever as silently as his plea, she answers. ]