Drabble R7

Ravenclaw, DADA

Drabble

(emotion) resentment

WC: 535

IWSC Writing School

Kinship Names and Compound Words

(negative pairing) Fred/George

Pissing Contest

Adding everything up for the thousandth time, George still got the same result. He knew his calculations were right, but that didn't mean he liked the results. No matter how he twisted and turned it in his head, it was written black-on-white in the notebook, they didn't have the necessary funds to open a shop. If only Bagman would pay them…

"I'm heading out," Fred said on the run, "Katie wants to show me her lacy knickers."

Without paying any attention to him, his brother rushed out. Still out of sorts, George stared at the closed door. They used to be inseparable, but Fred was spending more and more time with his girlfriend leaving him alone to worry about their ideas.

Since the numbers in their book refused to change, George unpacked his cauldron. He was all set to begin working on the Fewer Fudge, but Fred wasn't here to brew the other side of their candy. Closing his eyes for a moment he took a deep breath. Fine, Fainting Fancies then.

George kept stirring the sticky mixture until it was ready to be transferred to the mold. Levitating the cauldron, he used his free hand to maneuver the mold. He shifted the metal as the hot mixture poured into it. He tried to not spill most of it, but it would have been much easier if his brother had been here to lend him a hand.

With a cooling charm, he helped the mixture set before removing it from the mold and packaging. Finally done, George took a step back to admire his work. A sense of pride filled him, he did a good job by himself.

As he stood there and watched the packs of Fainting Fancies his mind was already trying to come up with new inventions. Something that could die someone's urine in strange colors, piss-pastilles or something…

The door swung open and the calmness was instantly replaced by footsteps and loud chatter.

"Here, our Fainting Fancies," Fred said to a second-year Hufflepuff, lifting one of the small packages of the pile. "I can make you a good deal…"

George stood there and watched the trade. His brother took the coins out of the Hufflepuffs hand in exchange for their products as if he hadn't left him alone the entire afternoon. It was him who had been busy with the manufacturing process while Fred was getting off with Katie.

"Brother, you're still alive. I wasn't expecting to see you again."

Fred grinned at him. "I just spend some quality time with my girlfriend if you know what I mean." He winked. "You should give it a try sometime."

George grumbled. "Well, while you were out and having fun I was brainstorming new ideas, pastilles that color one's urine could have potential."

"Piss Pastilles," Fred spoke it out loud, "I like your thinking. We should start developing it immediately so we have it ready for the first snow."

He nodded. They may be twin brothers who often thought alike and Fred was the slightly older one of the two, but George still came up with the name first.