We.
A simple word, really. Two letters, a consonant and a vowel. Only worth five points in Scrabble. He had been saying it all his life. The other ways took too long. He and I. Me and him.
We.
He didn't remember how it came about, their talking in the 'royal we'. When they were very young, he supposed, because he couldn't remember a time, or, rather, a sentence, without him. Fred and George this…George and Fred that…
We.
One day, talking to his mum, it just slipped out.
'We..'
Where it came from, he couldn't begin to fathom, but it just ripped deep, that simple little word. He hadn't said it in so long, the word tasted different in his mouth, like bitterness and ash, when it so used to remind him of happiness and strawberries and… well… Fred.
A simple word, really. A simple reaction. One of those who have lost and still have yet to change their grammar
A\N: Yes, I know the end's a little abrupt and odd, but bear with me. I have freaks eating my Gateau Special, Damnit! My SPECIAL CAKE! SADNESS AND WOE!
Anyhoo, E-Weasley sweaters and E-fudge to those loverlies who review