Hey there, it's Phlob! And I'm actually putting this drabble on myself because I have FINALLY got a laptop so yeah. This is just something I did a while ago and I decided to type it up now. I'll shut up and let you read now (if you bother to) and I really need to get dressed now because it's almost 10'o'clock in the morning and woah, I've been up since six! Right I will shut up now so enjoy! Or not. x
With his knife and fork, George prodded a half of a sausage on his plate, pondering over which solutions he should add to the latest Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes product: Breakfast Bangers. The idea had occurred to him only moments before and it was one that he highly believed would make a reasonable profit. The main concept of this invention, George had decided, would be that everyday breakfast items, such as a highly appealing pork sausage, would explode in the idiot's face that touched it with a substance with the most amusing effect. This, he thought, will be a great way to get back at someone you don't quite see eye to eye with.
However, whenever George thought of another idea for his business, he would always wonder if Fred, his once-brother and best friend would've, given he were still around, thought of the same thing. Or perhaps he was looking down at him from wherever he was now and laughing because he'd thought of it weeks ago and George was pretty slow catching up. This always brought a smile to his face. But quite often also a tear.
George felt a soft hand on his shoulder and when he looked round he saw his wife, Angelina giving him a sad smile, as if she could read his thoughts.
"Come on," she said softly, "It's the kids' first day back today; we need to get them down to the train soon. You know, I can't believe they're starting their third year already! It seems like only yesterday Fred was tripping Roxy up the first time she stepped onto the Hogwarts express…" George chuckled at how much like Fred the first and himself his son was. But then memories of his twin threatened to set him off so he quickly got up, gave Angelina a forced grin and grabbed his coat from the hook in the hallway. Though everyone else seemed to have moved on, George knew he'd never stop the sorrow he felt towards his dead twin.
As he did up the buttons on his old, worn coat, Fred suddenly came out of the door leading to the living room, muttering something to Roxy that sounded a bit like, "Hey, what do you think Mum and Dad's reactions would be like if I sent them a Hogwarts loo roll?" Roxy didn't reply because she'd seen her father standing just feet away.
"What's all this about Hogwarts loo rolls?" George raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing." Fred's reply came back quicker than perhaps he'd intended because his face tuned almost as red as his hair, which he'd inherited from Georges side of the family. "Well if you send us something, you'd better make it a Hogwarts toilet seat. My brother and I never got round to posting one home, just don't tell your mother I suggested it." He added in a whisper, a smirk on his face. Roxy giggled and trotted off to the kitchen, hopefully not to confide Angelina, whilst Fred stood and beamed. "Okay, thanks dad!" the young Weasley boy, who resembled George (and of course, Fred the first), too wandered out into the other room.
He'd only just realised, but George had mentioned his twin without feeling a horrible pang of sadness inside him. Maybe it was because of the fact his son and his brother were so incredibly alike and it was just like being around him, or perhaps Fred I was somehow letting him know that he never left his brother. He was there always, in his head, heart and Wizard Wheezes inventions.
Okay, please review? Maybe you will maybe you won't. x
~Phlob~