Lines - Take Two
Bill was sitting by his desk, trying to write a letter to Fleur, in which he would tell her, exactly how he felt about her. The desk was covered in paper balls and torn pieces of parchment from his previous 318 attempts at writing said letter. He sighed heavily and put his head in his hands. Why was being in love do damn hard?
"Good afternoon, oh love struck brother." Fred's voice made him jump three feet in air. He spun around and saw the twins standing in the doorway with wide grins on their faces. "We've heard you sigh and swear for the past five hours-"
"-and we thought we'd offer our assistance."
"No, thank you," Bill said. "I don't need any more of your advice or your ridiculous pick-up lines."
"Oh, no. We just thought that since Fleur is French-"
"-she would be even more impressed if-"
"-you wrote to her in French." George pulled out a quill. "Now, this may look like any ordinary quill."
"But it's not."
"Definitely not. This quill will translate everytyhing you write into French."
"And since we want to see you, our beloved brother happy-"
"-and because we're nice-"
"-we are going to give it you for free."
Bill hesitantly took the quill, eyeing it suspiciously. "Are you absolutely sure this is going to work?"
"Guaranteed, or your money back," Fred said.
Bill ignored him, took a fresh piece of parchment, and slowly began to write. After all, there was no way the twins were giving this to him out of the goodness in their hearts. Maybe it was going to blow up in his face. But after three words and still no explosions he began to relax and focus on the letter.
"Dearest Fleur.
There is no easy way to say this. For months, I have been trying to find the perfect way to do it, but I just cannot. But I want you to know, that I am completely in love with you. You are smart, beautiful and talented and you deserve much, much better than me."
He looked at what he had written so far. The quill had definitely changed it, but only one word was French. He could feel this anger building as he looked at what the letter now said.
"Chére Fleur.
Interested in making some magic together? My wand is at the ready."
"FRED AND GEORGE, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Bill tore the paper into tiny pieces and picked up his wand. He ran out of the room, chasing the laughing twins through the house.