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Angelina never understood how people could fail to tell the difference between Fred and George. To her it had always been obvious. They looked almost exactly the same, sure, but there were so many things that gave them away.
Like the way the walked. Fred walked with long purposeful strides and even though their legs were probably the exact same length, George always had to use more steps to keep up.
George was the better liar. There was always a flicker of uncertainty in Fred's eyes when he told something that wasn't entirely true. From George's lips, the lies were smooth and natural, almost impossible to tell from the truth, even if you knew what was real.
Fred dotted his i's, while George made small circles above them. Fred laughed and called it girly, and George made a face and shoved his brother, but could never break the habit of making the tiny rings.
They kissed differently too. Although, Angelina thought to herself, that would probably be hard for most people to notice. She knew though, even if she wasn't supposed to.
She'd kissed Fred many times. Sweet, slow kisses in empty classrooms and frantic, jubilant kisses in the Quidditch locker room after another victory on the field.
She'd kissed George too. Or rather, she'd kissed George pretending to be Fred. She'd realized it right away, when he leaned in and tilted his head to the right. Fred always bent his neck to the left. She knew it was supposed to make her furious, the way they were trying to trick her (there was no doubt in her mind that they were both it on it). But it didn't. Instead it made her feel special, and excited, and thrilled that they both wanted her enough to do this. And somehow, it felt sort of natural. So she smiled to herself, and kissed George back, reveling in the difference.George's kisses were careful and almost teasing where Fred's were more deliberate. Fred's hands were always shy, resting firmly on her hips, while George traced a pattern on her arms and back with his fingers. The only thing their kisses had in common was that they left her with a warm, happy feeling in her stomach and a yearning for more.
No, Angelina's never had a problem telling them apart. Even now, as she watches them fly away, leaving Hogwarts with the whole school cheering them on like heroes she can tell that Fred in on the right and George on the left, just by the way they're holding their legs. And it's only now that she realizes, that to her, it never mattered.
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Angelina never understood how people could fail to tell the difference between Fred and George. To her it had always been obvious. They looked almost exactly the same, sure, but there were so many things that gave them away.
Like the way the walked. Fred walked with long purposeful strides and even though their legs were probably the exact same length, George always had to use more steps to keep up.
George was the better liar. There was always a flicker of uncertainty in Fred's eyes when he told something that wasn't entirely true. From George's lips, the lies were smooth and natural, almost impossible to tell from the truth, even if you knew what was real.
Fred dotted his i's, while George made small circles above them. Fred laughed and called it girly, and George made a face and shoved his brother, but could never break the habit of making the tiny rings.
They kissed differently too. Although, Angelina thought to herself, that would probably be hard for most people to notice. She knew though, even if she wasn't supposed to.
She'd kissed Fred many times. Sweet, slow kisses in empty classrooms and frantic, jubilant kisses in the Quidditch locker room after another victory on the field.
She'd kissed George too. Or rather, she'd kissed George pretending to be Fred. She'd realized it right away, when he leaned in and tilted his head to the right. Fred always bent his neck to the left. She knew it was supposed to make her furious, the way they were trying to trick her (there was no doubt in her mind that they were both it on it). But it didn't. Instead it made her feel special, and excited, and thrilled that they both wanted her enough to do this. And somehow, it felt sort of natural. So she smiled to herself, and kissed George back, reveling in the difference.George's kisses were careful and almost teasing where Fred's were more deliberate. Fred's hands were always shy, resting firmly on her hips, while George traced a pattern on her arms and back with his fingers. The only thing their kisses had in common was that they left her with a warm, happy feeling in her stomach and a yearning for more.
No, Angelina's never had a problem telling them apart. Even now, as she watches them fly away, leaving Hogwarts with the whole school cheering them on like heroes she can tell that Fred in on the right and George on the left, just by the way they're holding their legs. And it's only now that she realizes, that to her, it never mattered.