Fear
"Listeners, that brings us to the end of another Potterwatch. No idea when the next broadcast will be aired, but rest assured that we shall be back. Keep twiddling those dials: the next password will be 'Ted Tonks'. Don't lose hope. The Dark Tosser shall drown. Good night."
As Lee finished speaking, George fiddled with dial of the recorder — they couldn't air a live show in the fear that it somehow be traced back and they be ambushed — and looked around. Though called the secret base, it wasn't much, and it was just because of Kingsley's handy spellwork that they were able to use a magical recorder in a muggle home without disturbing the appliances in the warehouse above.
"Whose turn is it to take it to someplace else for airing?" Remus asked, picking a piece of chocolate and biting into it.
"Fred's," Lee, who sat closest to the roster on the wall, replied. George felt his heart freeze — it was dangerous, everyone knew, but it was a necessary evil. Better risk one person than the whole crew.
"You've written the will, Fred?" he joked, grimacing when his voice cracked. His twin raised an eyebrow, and his eyes shone with understanding.
"Of course, I'm the smarter twin — I don't go on suicide missions without covering all the bases, Gred."
George wheezed out a laugh even as he felt his eyes prickling and stood up to pat his twin's shoulder, ignoring the others who sat quiet to give them a semblance of privacy.
"You better come back, whole, or I'd punch a hole in your brain."
Fred sneered at him. "Pathetic, the jokes you come up with. Merlin knows you're adopted." He then turned on his heel and marched out, and George knew that though he was sitting here, his soul and heart were out there, following his twin.
Written for Hogwarts Assignment #2, Geography Task 10.
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