Seated at a table in the corner of the Gryffindor Common Room were two
identical red heads. They appeared to be studying very intently, though
those who truly knew them, didn't know exactly what they were doing, but
they did know one thing. These twins were definitely NOT studying. They
were most likely up to one of their usual pranks. Who might the owners of
these identical red heads be? Fred and George Weasley, of Gryffindor House,
and the two best beaters the house team had seen in years.
Except for the two of them, the Common Room was practically deserted. The twins' brother, Ron, Harry Potter, and Hermione were off in a corner, on the other side of the room, whispering to each other. Occasionally, Fred would notice that Harry or Ron would glance nervously over to the twins, as if hoping they would go up to bed soon.
He sighed a bit, and spoke in a hushed voice to George, "Maybe we should finish this tomorrow, we seem to have an audience." He slightly nodded towards the Potter clan.
George quickly glanced at his younger brother and shakes head in disagreement, "They'll leave eventually, it's not like they're up to anything of importance anyway."
Fred sat back in his chair, attempting to concentrate on the task at hand, but finds his mind wandering to the events of the past few months. Voldemort had been defeated, again. Fred knew he should be happy about this, but he felt as though something was missing. The defeat of Voldemort had seemed to be nothing but an accident. That's all it was, the defeat. An accident.
"Fred, if you aren't going to concentrate..." George glances up from what he is doing, and easily reads the expression upon his brother's face. "Fred, you need to get your mind of that..." George stopped abruptly, as though he didn't know exactly what to say.
Fred nodded, knowing exactly what George was trying to say. "I know that. It's just hard, knowing that you're the one who helped defeat Voldemort, and you didn't even mean to. I feel as though everyone thinks that what we did shouldn't have happened. That someone more knowledgeable should have been able to defeat him, instead of a couple of teenage twin boys, who never take anything seriously. Someone else should have been the one to defeat him. Not us."
"People don't care HOW he was defeated, Fred! They're just happy he was defeated at last. And you should be glad we're the ones who defeated him, and that we came out of it alive. He was planning on killing us, Fred. You know that no one's gotten away from him when he wanted to kill them... Except one person."
Fred looked up at his twin brother, as though he was planning on saying something. "I think... I'm just going to go to bed." He walked up to the dormitories, and fell into one of the most restless nights of sleep he has had in the longest time.
George watched his brother as he got up and walked up the stairs to the boys dormitories. Muttering to himself, he started cleaning up their Weasley Wizard Wheezes information, thinking that him working on it himself wasn't going to get them anywhere with it. | |Top of Form
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Except for the two of them, the Common Room was practically deserted. The twins' brother, Ron, Harry Potter, and Hermione were off in a corner, on the other side of the room, whispering to each other. Occasionally, Fred would notice that Harry or Ron would glance nervously over to the twins, as if hoping they would go up to bed soon.
He sighed a bit, and spoke in a hushed voice to George, "Maybe we should finish this tomorrow, we seem to have an audience." He slightly nodded towards the Potter clan.
George quickly glanced at his younger brother and shakes head in disagreement, "They'll leave eventually, it's not like they're up to anything of importance anyway."
Fred sat back in his chair, attempting to concentrate on the task at hand, but finds his mind wandering to the events of the past few months. Voldemort had been defeated, again. Fred knew he should be happy about this, but he felt as though something was missing. The defeat of Voldemort had seemed to be nothing but an accident. That's all it was, the defeat. An accident.
"Fred, if you aren't going to concentrate..." George glances up from what he is doing, and easily reads the expression upon his brother's face. "Fred, you need to get your mind of that..." George stopped abruptly, as though he didn't know exactly what to say.
Fred nodded, knowing exactly what George was trying to say. "I know that. It's just hard, knowing that you're the one who helped defeat Voldemort, and you didn't even mean to. I feel as though everyone thinks that what we did shouldn't have happened. That someone more knowledgeable should have been able to defeat him, instead of a couple of teenage twin boys, who never take anything seriously. Someone else should have been the one to defeat him. Not us."
"People don't care HOW he was defeated, Fred! They're just happy he was defeated at last. And you should be glad we're the ones who defeated him, and that we came out of it alive. He was planning on killing us, Fred. You know that no one's gotten away from him when he wanted to kill them... Except one person."
Fred looked up at his twin brother, as though he was planning on saying something. "I think... I'm just going to go to bed." He walked up to the dormitories, and fell into one of the most restless nights of sleep he has had in the longest time.
George watched his brother as he got up and walked up the stairs to the boys dormitories. Muttering to himself, he started cleaning up their Weasley Wizard Wheezes information, thinking that him working on it himself wasn't going to get them anywhere with it. | |Top of Form
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