A George Weasley Poem
A George Weasley Poem

Gone with my brother, Fred, to supply a never

Ending joy of the art of pranking

Or pulling jokes

Realizing the difference between Fred and me is

Giving me a mix feeling between happiness and guilt

Eternity as a twin seems to bind me to him

Withdrawal will come someday but when

Ever so often becoming me, I am set free

Alas I am still a twin to Fred Weasley

Still I feel overshadowed by him

Let me, I beg myself please, be different from him

Eventually I will become my own person

Yet, until then, I'm a twin of Fred Weasley

            Sighing, George put his quill down. It was late at night. The nearby window revealed the moon hanging mystically in the dark clear sky. He shut his notebook and got up from his bed. A few feet away was his twin brother Fred, snoring softly into the night. Quietly, George got on his hands and knees and pulled a small battered shoebox out from under his bed. He lifted the tattered lid and in the box was a small pile of his precious items: a photo of all the Weasleys taken a few years ago, a small Christmas card, a small tiny milky green stone, but nothing more. Carefully he placed the journal in the box and closed it. He pushed the box back under his bed, as far as it will go.

            He got back into bed and pulled up the covers. Thoughts drifted in and out of his mind-Why am I always overlooked and overshadowed by Fred? We may be twins but we are two different persons, but hardly anyone treats us this way. Well at least I never will be lonely. George turned his head in Fred's direction. Nothing in the world would make him feel different about Fred. Fred is his twin and no one else's. Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned in the moonlight and eventually fell asleep. The thought of being Fred's twin and why it sometimes bothered him left his mind. I have a twin brother and that what's important. It doesn't matter to me that he gets to be first and that everyone likes him better. I like him just the same.

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In the bed a few feet away, Fred woke up with a start. He looked about the room, but only spotted George sleeping silently in his bed. Watching George sleep made him feel better. He's the greatest. I'm glad he's my twin and not anybody else's. I wouldn't know what to do without him. Fred turned over and slept on. I wish I can tell him that.