Fred pulled himself back away from the window with a soft sigh, reluctantly pulling the window closed and rising to his feet.
Bill and Charlie would probably start worrying about him soon, if he didn't start eating more, and on a regular basis.
Midnight kitchen raids were all well and good, but they weren't exactly the most healthy of things.
Not to mention the fact that Bill and Chaelie would actually see him eating this way, instead of labouring under the impression that he was slowly starving himself, wasting away to nothing.
Pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to hold back the yawn that rose to his lips, Fred made his unsteady way toward the kitchen.
It had been decided that he would say with Charlie in Romania, since he actually had a decent-sizd apartment, with a spare bedroom, whereas Bill roomed with several other workers from the Egyptian branch of Gringotts.
Bill would be heading back tomorrow morning, moving through the Floo Network. Normally this wouldn't have taken very long at all, butwith the new safety precautions ........ they were in the middle of a war, after all.
Which, of course, meant that Charlie would have gone all-out, to ensure that this meal was extra-special.
Lips twitching upwards in a semblance of a smile, Fred quietly slipped into the kitchen, smiling at the sight of his oldst brother in a frilly pink apron. Charlie was ........ a bit wierd, sometimes.
Bill was sprawled out in one of the four kitchen chairs that surrounded the kitchen table.
It was sight that still shocked him to no end, the sight of his usually reough-around-the-edges brother wearing pink rills. Not that he was complaining,mind you -- the food that that man could create was simply heavenly.
Besides, Bill teased him enough for the both of them.
"So, what's on the menu for today, Princess?" Bill asked lightly, grinning as he leaned back in his chair. Charlie merely rolled his eyes, taking the good-natures jibes in stride.
There were more for Fred's sake than anything else, really.
Moving the rest of the plates out onto the table, Charlie motioned for the youngest red-head to join them, before taking a seat, himself.
"Before we all dig in, I think there are somet hings we all need to discuss. First of all, I think that you should re-take your last year at Hogwarts, Fred. I've already spoken to Professor Dumbledore about this, an dhe agrees with me." Here he waited for Fred's nod of acceptance before continuing.
"Also, the ........ funeral. Mum's family has been handling all of the details, and they owled me just this morning, to let us know that the funeral is set for November 14th.
Complete silence reigned over the table now, interrupted only by the sound of Fred's chair scraping against the floor. With a muttered, "I need to be alone," he escaped from the room, neither of his brothers making any more to stop him.