Chapter 1: Ready?
He lifted his head to the sky, seemingly to talk to no one,
"Ready, twin? Biggest success yet; just keeps going d'you know, it's like it's constantly climbing trying to reach you, again. But of course you'd know all about that… reckon I'm still better looking though." His aged face lifted into a small smile, which somehow managed to reflect into his eyes.
He was a gangly older gentleman wearing a yellow cotton t-shirt with a red tie printed down the front of it, an unbuttoned but smart vest layered on top. In shimmering black lettering on the inside of the tie read: Weasley's 1st Annual Battle of the Bands, 2019. And he wasn't talking to the sky, or not just the sky anyways. But, if you only knew him, you'd have known that bit.
"Well, I hope you can listen to at least half of it, with the hole on one side and being a geezer and all…" this second speaker was lazing to the side of the stage curtain, leaning against the lighting frame. He had a sucker in his mouth, bright red probably if you looked at the cherry color left on his tongue and the insides of thin set lips, exactly the color of his Dad's flaming red hair. He was a coffee-and-cream colored boy with his dark black hair buzzed, who only resembled his Dad and late uncle in demeanor and stature, and, quite curiously, only one blue eye as the other was hazel brown, like his mother's.
The older gentlemen stuffed his hands into his pocket to draw out his wand, conjuring a sucker for himself, "Ah, Freddie, when are you ever gonna learn? Did I tell you the time that we worked for days on end on a solution to cross an age line. Grew old together that time…"
"Aww, Dad, come on now I'm only joking! Don't go talking me to old age too!" said Fred II in exasperation.
"Well, it'd be a right sight better than your whiny little tush now wouldn't it be?"
This second speaker was a few inches shorter than the boy. She had the same coffee-and-cream colored skin but both of her eyes were hazel brown. She wore a blood red beanie beneath which her dark brown curls shot out in a haphazard but crazy beautiful way just above her shoulders. She was wearing the same t-shirt as her dad, George, but it was cut and tied at the sides. The "muggle rocker" look, which she had picked up from the magazines Aunt Hermione had subscribed her to since two Christmas ago, was further accentuated by her black polka dot tights, frayed jean cut-offs, and what the muggles called "military boots."
"Mornin' Roxy, you ready for the big show today? We can feel a Gryffindor win."
He always spoke as if he were speaking for two, that bit never changed, and no one ever expected that it would.
"Yeah, Dad, I'm way stoked. Can't wait to show Frederick here how a real instrument is played."
"Don't harp on the sax when don't even have the lungs for it, sis." Fred II popped his sucker out and pointed it to Roxanne, dripping a bit of red spit down the front of his Aztec printed v-neck, which George quickly vanished muttering, scourgify
The boy shrugged, nodded his head in thanks to his Dad, and continued swaying his sucker in his sister's face,
"You heard the man say it was a Gryffindor, win, and might I remind you, you're not the only Gryffindor house band. Best of luck, break a leg… or an arm, whatever." He walked off in triumph, his flip-flops crunching in the grass, the strings from his jogger swaying, his sucker popped back into his mouth.
"What an ass-" but Roxanne was cut off,
"Asssstounding young man, no wonder I love him, my wonderful baby brother." Finished a dark skinned witch, with short black hair accented with a red and gold hair tie. She, like George, wore the yellow battle of the bands t-shirt, but instead of the fitted pants look he opted for, she donned a long and flowy maxi skirt which hid the tall wedges that George had muttered on countless times had been unnecessary considering their similar heights.
She raised an eyebrow at Roxanne and ushered towards George with the hand that wasn't on her hip, "Come on, Love, we've best get this thing started, I fear your mum will do us in if we don't get the lot of them out of her kitchen."
George took her hand and followed her onto the stage, "Roxy, go get ready, tell Teddy he's the opening act. Remember that Victoire isn't to know, drag her out of grandmum's hair, for a bit, that'll settle her nerves for a minute or two. Tell the rest of them we are about to start!"
As Roxanne hurried into the towering and lopsided rooms of the burrow, Angelina lead George onto the stage drew back the curtains. With a final pat on his forearm she beamed up at him and went down the steps and set off to the house where the family and contestants were settling their own nerves.
George looked back up into the sky, shared a quiet joke with the clouds, and put the tip of his wand to his throat, sonorous.
Author's note:
My first HP fan fic, I've had so many ideas, this one finally came to fruition! If you haven't already guessed, this is going to be an all out Hogwarts (and some international guest) song fic battle! Lots of fun, lots of antics, lots of teenage histeria, love, and crazy. What else can you expect from a Weasley function?
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