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[ The feed turns on to flames in a patch of flowers, bright red in stark contrast to the healthy colour of the grass and roses about it, but they don't appear to be burning. Perhaps it's not a flame after all, but rather a particular head of hair - familiar to some, certainly - and then he begins to stir.

Up sits one Fred Weasley, bleary eyed and stretching with a yawn. He blinks a bit, taking in his surroundings curiously before noting the recording device and taking it with a vague sense of amusement. One more yawn and a lazy scratch of the back of his head, and then he speaks with a tired smile. ]

Not a bad place to kip, eh?

[ ooc; Fred returns to the City! He's just woken up in Xanadu, and he has no clue that he's been gone. This is completely open to 4th wall shenanigans of all sorts - only just don't tell him they're characters from a book, and anything from the age of the epilogue will be forgotten after the curse. I missed you all, and I love you. ;; ♥ ]

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I'm not being ridiculous! Fred, we thought you'd gone! all of us! [ Her voice raises higher and higher with each word, and her emotions grow More and more apparent on her face. ] I thought I'd never see you again! And George, and Ginny? How can you act as if this is some joke? [ Her volume dissipates as she starts to lecture more... ] We thought we'd lost you. [ Again. ]

[ This isn't fair. Haven't they all dealt with enough, lost enough, given enough? When will he stop seeing that look on the faces of the people he -- ]

And it seems I've been found.

[ It could be a joke, some witty response because he's always got the have a good comeback, but the look on his face says he sincerely means it. He's smiling, lightly, but his eyes betray the humour as they early always do. He feels guilty for leaving - again - and he isn't entirely sure what he's supposed to do about it. It's simply not fair. ]

And thank goodness for that. [ Her relief is genuine; she looks as if she might just boil over with tears at any moment. ] Has someone come to fetch you?

[ Don't you start that, now. He's made it this far without. ]

Oi, what am I, some sort of pet? Who's to say I need fetching? Do I get a treat if I come along on my own?

[ Which is to say, you should be here ten minutes ago. ]

[ That's all she needs to hear. With a sharp crack! she's standing right in front of him, and -- she's still a little disbelieving. But he's right there. And now she has a decision to make. How best to show him just how happy she is to see him?

It's now, or it's never. She walks right up to him; it's a strangely familiar sensation, with the spontaneity of it all, but she's not wasting time. She grabs him by the face, pushes herself up on her toes, and kisses him. It's not a gentle kiss, either. It's... desperate, almost, and it's like exploding all of the bottled up emotions she's been warring against since she first started getting closer to him.

Welp. ]

[ Fred almost thought she'd vanished in a fit. Maybe he'd taken the joking a touch too far and she's hacked off now, suppose she decides not to talk to him at all? But then there she is, and he can't help but smile instinctively because maybe there's a bit more there than he's ready to admit but oh --

Oh.

Well.

The kiss comes entirely as a surprise, and he has to think fast to wrap his arms around her waist before the force of it bowls them both over - and then he's kissing her back without knowing it. Not quite as desperate, yet still matching her for speed, for intensity, for need. If he were any more clear headed, he might note how naturally it comes - the feeling of her pressed against him, the way he angles down to meet her lips, the idle thought that maybe they could just stay like this forever.

If he were clear headed. But all he can think of is Hermione. ]

oo1.

video.

video.

video. HER PAID TIME RAN OUT I SRY FOR ALL THE RANDOM of her icons

video. lmf don't even worry, bb.

action. i wasn't expecting the sexy one either i can't --

action. i was expecting it (evil_grin)