I'd been awol for a long time. For those who have read Love is Blind and You and Me, this is for them- I don't know if I'll ever complete You and Me.
Thing is, I think I'd been really immature as a writer back then, and reading the things I'd written only embarrasses me now. I think I'd done no justice at all to the twin's characters, with all the unbearable cheesiness and the incredible OOCness. I am of course grateful for all those who had reviewed and had been so kind with me.
Hopefully this is a better fic. This is what I think they had been going through when they moved out and started living together. Not all their time was spent selling joke stuff now was it.
It's a new, slightly different way of narration that I'm attempting :)
They've finally done it.
They bought a shop; not just any, its one rounding a corner, smack at the centre of attention. Plus they've made sure to give it a garish theme of their own flaming hair colour, and what's more, place their own huge bust on it, with a hat and a vanishing rabbit and all. Just one, because well, they are identical.
The apartment above the shop is a tiny one, though magic solved that problem easily. They have enlarged it and added enough rooms to store batches of products that would have otherwise been a nightmare to manage.
The whole process of moving out was quite a hassle, sure. Even with them whipping their wands out for putting even a tiny pygmy puff out of the way and into some box. Their dad helped them with a few things here and there, and once they were settled, had a cup of tea, before leaving them with a pat each to their backs and a heartening smile.
So here they are, just lounging on the couch in their apartment after a typical tiring weekend. Unlike most others, they work hard on the weekends and are closed instead on Mondays, for the sale is more on weekends, obviously.
Fred thinks about just what it is that's happening to them these days.
Perhaps it's them getting mature.
They finally made their one dream come true, and now it is peace.
(Except for the ever present You-know-who threat. But it's only like a wart for now: not causing any imminent harm; just a constant bugbear.)
They are...quiet when they are together, these days. Back in The Burrow, when there was always one Weasley or the other around them, they had to make some noise, every once in a while, just to irritate them if not anything else.
Now it is just the two of them. It would be stupid if they'd be yapping and hollering and blowing things off in the quiet of their own home.
To be honest, they never have been alone like this. Not really. Not until now. They have always been surrounded by their family, back in The Burrow, or by their friends in school.
Now they've dropped out (gladly), and moved out.
But it's good. He isn't complaining.
"George."
George lolls his head to a side, cracks open one eye, and grunts in response.
"What, you're too tired to give me a proper response?" he elbows him lightly.
"Ugh whatisit?" he mumbles, turning his head away with a small frown and closing his eyes. "My head's hurting, actually. That wart Donald kept trying to open the vials and I had a hard time keeping him away while trying not to hex his arse."
Fred grins at him. "Ever the courteous salesman."
"Yeah, of course. You've got to be one. Even if they get on your nerves and-"
"Try to nick things?"
"Huh?" At that, George turns and looks at him.
"Yeah. Had to actually hex that one."
George chuckles, and looks away. Fred smiles at his face as he closes his eyes and rests his head back on the headrest.
"Dinner time." Fred reminds softly.
"No." he mumbles.
"C'mon," he insists, and when he sees no sign of response from George, moves over to grab him around his waist and pull him up.
"Hey." he says in protest. A hand pushes half-heartedly against his chest. Fred only cracks a small grin and tugs him up.
"Quit being a baby. Get some food and sleep, and you'll be okay."
"Ugh all right. Get your hands off me." He tries to sound huffy.
He only ends up grinning at him.