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[feorge]

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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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[hexuality]

[She can't breathe. It's not that she's forgotten how to because she's that shocked. It's because she can't, she can't, because this is one of the faces she'd been dying to see, been daring to hope for, and it's not fair. It's not fair he's turned up on this weekend because he'll be gone like the rest of them, but—

Oh, Merlin. It's Fred. Where's George? Where's Percy? Where are they all?]

Fred.

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[brightestwitch]

[ Hermione's eyes are wide, and immediately grow wet, and her face is full of shock and confusion and emotion; she's happy, but she isn't entirely sure she believes what she's seeing right now. She swallows, flicking a tongue over her lips to try wetting her mouth, now dry. ]

Fred? [ Her heart falls to the pit of her stomach, afraid this is some trick of a curse, or illusion. ] Is -- Fred, is it really you?

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[feorge]

[ Where Fred, on the other hand, is blissfully unaware that it's one of those weekends, that he's been gone near a month now, or that Gin's struggling with the both of them. He simply grins to all the world as though nothing is wrong, because for him, everything is perfect. ]

'ello, love. What d'you think? It could be a prototype for my new spring line.

[ Joking, of course, back to the dead leaves and other assortment he'd 'worn' for her in November, without noting the relevance of it now being near the spring season. A better man might've realised the significance of his sleeping amongst the flowers, but he merely finds it amusing as he brushes still more leaves and grass from his mussed up hair. ]

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[boutant]

[ This place is cruel, but Ariadne hasn't learned yet not to hope, so she hopes. She hopes this isn't just for this weekend, she hopes he's here to stay, she hopes that... well, that George is sober, for one thing, that he'll see his brother, that if this isn't just for the weekend he can say goodbye this time.

But like other girls he's well-acquainted with, instead of showing that she's glad to see him, she's going to get mad first. ]

Fred, you asshole!

[morsmordre_met]

You could find worse hosting for your Sickle, yes.

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[hexuality]

[Oh, and that grin and obliviousness is enough to set her teeth on edge, to shove away the numb shock and the beginning threads of elation through her core because how dare he? How dare he be so cheeky, so glib, so pleased? As if he hadn't put the family through hell! As if he hadn't been part of the hardship that suffocated the cabin?

Her jaw tightens, her lips purse, she looks like some unholy combination of their mother and her own brand of fiery Ginny Weasley spirit.]

Don't you bloody joke at a time like this, you great sodding arse!

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[feorge]

[ Ginny's always been brilliant at covering her emotions, hiding the truth for the sake of appearance and pride, but Hermione's are more visceral and straight-forward, something like a slap to the face because he doesn't understand. It was easy to miss his sister's - Hermione's stare him in the face and shout 'look at me.' So he looks.

And he doesn't understand. ]

's wrong, Hermione? Have I got thorns on me or something?

[ Because why else would she be so visibly mortified? Unless George has fed her something foul; that might make a mite more sense. He starts feeling about his head for any protruding flora all the same, a mildly confused and off-put frown on his face. ]

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[brightestwitch]

You've -- You really don't notice -- [ She DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY for once. ] You've been gone for weeks. Weeks, and -- we all thought you'd left! For good! How can you be so flippant?! [ Denial. Anger. Etc. ]

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[feorge]

[ What on Earth--? ]

And a very good morning to you as well, love. What've I done this time, and I apologise beforehand if it's left a scar.

[feorge]

Oh. It's you again.

[ Are you a citizen now? :|a ]

Don't suppose there's a policy against kipping in the garden, is there?

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[boutant]

Don't "love" me, you stupid British salaud!

[ There's an angry jab at the screen, cut off because moving her shoulder like that still hurts and ow ow okay bad idea she'll just put that arm down. ]

You left. It's been almost a month and-- oh god, where is George--

[ FFFFFF SHE IS SO MAD BUT STILL SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU, YOU STUPID GINGER. ]

And my trash can! Don't think I didn't see what you included on there!

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[feorge]

[ As if he were aware of any of that! He knows that tone, and the flip between amusement to absolutely lost is near instantaneous. His brows furrows, his lips purse. As far as he knows, he didn't leave anything to burn down the cabin but it's always a possibility with those new-- ]

And exactly what time is it, my loving and adoring baby sister? 'cos it looks to be about noon on my end, and I wasn't aware of any dire emergency around tea time. Is that it? Have I missed my turn to make the tea? I do hope you'll find it in you to forgive me.

[ This is a Very Serious Question. And by that, I mean to say Fred has no clue whatsoever as to why she's cross with him so clearly he's got to make a joke of it. ]

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[feorge]

[ Hold on, now. That's the first anyone's said of that. He stops his aimless grooming and looks to her through the device. There's confusion still, yes, but in laces a hidden sort of fear because there's no way that's true, right? It's just not possible. ]

Don't be ridiculous. I've a penchant for sleeping, sure, but I can't've been here for weeks. Think of the smell!

[ Keep joking, Fred, because this is all some sort elaborate ruse. He couldn't have - he wouldn't have -- ]

[ronderotarel]

You're the one my brother stayed with before I arrived, aren't you?

[morsmordre_met]

Shall I create one for your sheer entertainment of having something to violate?

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[dashingrainbow]

What's a kip?

[feorge]

Hm? [ Yay, someone not having it out with him! :D ] Oh, yeah. You'll be Luca's older brother, then?

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[hexuality]

[She makes a sound like an angry cat and Merlin is Fred lucky that this exchange is happening over the network instead of in person because she looks like she would like very much to hit him. Or hex him. Or both. Instead, Ginny bangs a fist on her desk and the camera jolts and her cheeks are as flushed as her hair. She feels a little like exploding. There's such a tumult of emotions swirling through her—anger, elation, fear that he'll leave again—and the default is the fire, because that is what she does best, but oh Merlin, she doesn't know what to do or say.]

No. No, I absolutely refuse to forgive you for leaving us for weeks on end without a word and saddling me with George and Percy and all the rest because I'm not meant to babysit my older brothers, I'm not and it's your fault!

[Her eyes flash, bright with her temper and if there's anything else, she refuses to acknowledge it.]

And while you're here and listening, go dig Harry up from wherever you both hid away and kindly slap him across the face for me, won't you? I'd do it myself to both of you but luckily for you, I'm still over here, and I'd like to know where you two get off for going home without us.

[Never mind that she was there when Harry went home, and she did get a goodbye, right, of course. She's too angry for rational thought.]

[feorge]

'ppreciate the offer, mate, but I'm afraid I don't play on your team.

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[wishgrant]

[ luca is going to stare

and stare

and stare

before promptly bursting into sobs.

he missed you fred 8( ]

[morsmordre_met]

Of course not. After all, last I consulted our Quidditch results, Slytherin led and all other teams crawled on all fours around them.

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[feorge]

[ .....wat. ]

You know, having a lie-in. Nothing like a good midday sleep to keep you going.

[ronderotarel]

Yes, I'm Earl Alois Trancy. Luca talks a lot about you. [It's a way to say you might not be that much of a terrible person]

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[hexuality]

[SO. OFFENDED.

HOW DARE YOU.]

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[dashingrainbow]

OH! I love kips then! I have those all the time in the clouds.