(A/N): Okay, so here's a new story (this one will have an actual plot!)! It is told through the eyes of the Fat Lady portrait; and I have so named her as Plithia, because I could find no reference of what she is actually named. The story will be chapters of what Plithia witnesses of the Weasley twins and their interactions. Some events will be cannon, others will be of my own invention. If you want to suggest any scenes that you'd like to see, you can do so via PM or review! This chapter will just be an introduction (no actual scenes), and updates will be erratic!
Summary: A portrait does her duty, and keeps incriminating knowledge to herself. But that doesn't mean that she can't see what others are blinded to. The Fat Lady has watched the Weasley Twins for many a year, and knows exactly what she sees.
POV: The Fat Lady, hence named Plithia.
Warnings: This story is rated M (and for very good reason). In later chapters, there will be explicit M/M relations, and, more specifically, Twincest! If you don't like, or if you are at an age where you really shouldn't be reading this, there is a beautiful little back button, located in the top left corner of your screen! I honestly don't believe anyone under 17 shouldn't read this (as so many do), seeing as I am underage, myself, but I think that's the legal warning, so I have to say it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or setting; I owe all knowledge of that to my Queen Rowling. I do, however, own the name of the Fat Lady, and the basic plot line.
Plithia had watched them for many years, and knew exactly what was going on. Not one to be fooled by the appearances of any, she kept an eye out for any funny business, and was a bit surprised - though not at all angered - to see a unique dynamic between two red-headed twins.
Occasionally accompanied by the other boy - Lee, she told herself - the twins were completely inseparable. They were a packaged deal; good luck separating them. If you saw one, you saw the other; no 'if's, 'and's or 'but's to it.
Traipsing through the portrait hole at all imaginable hours of the day and night - not that it was her duty or her place to report their comings and goings - the boys paid her no heed. They would mutter the password without glancing once at her, for they were too immersed in their own conversation - immersed in each other, she mused.
There was a constant sparkle in their eyes as they looked upon each other, only dampened when their twin was absent - an occurrence so rare, Plithia could count the instances on one hand.
They moved like magnets, pulling each other through the portrait hole, closer to their twin. They were almost one person; just a single entity with an endless knowledge of every aspect of itself.
They rarely looked away from each other, and that was only to tell people off for interrupting. They spoke of joke shops and secret passageways, of pranks and midnight wanderings. They always focused on what they would be doing. The words 'me', 'myself', and 'I' did not exist, unless closely following the name of their twin.
She would never tell anyone else of what she'd noticed, though - oh no, a portrait does her duty, and keeps her mouth shut. To be honest, Plithia had always had a soft spot for the troublemaking duo, and she would never put them in harm's way by suggesting their bond to others.
Plithia had watched them for many years, and she knew of the love they shared.
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