This is for Visa (Lowi)'s 150 Beautiful and Colourful prompts challenge on NGF
15th February 2012
colour: silk moon; prompt: etiolate; Fred & Hugo
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It's as though Fred has been etiolating in Hugo's mind: there's not been a time where Hugo has seen Fred during the daylight for the past God know's how long…his slightly older cousin is lankier than all the other cousins…and paler, too.
Hugo worries for his favourite cousin, for Fred Weasley the second, because he's looking more ill each time he lays eyes on him – which basically consists of those minutes before bed, it seems…because Fred skips most of their shared lessons now, apparently "because he's ill." Hugo doesn't believe it. In his mind, it's utter bull.
He spots Fred sneaking out of the dorm late at night on a Tuesday, his skin seeming almost translucent as the moon shines its light on him, the texture as smooth as silk, the complete opposite to when he was a child – with all those bumps and calluses. All traces of them have been entirely eradicated.
And so Hugo follows; he scurries down the stairs after his cousin, someone he used to be so close to, yet now he just…isn't.
"I know what's wrong," Hugo impulsively calls after Fred, as the latter nears perilously close to the portrait hole. His voice rings out in the silent room, not even the crackling of the fire present to break the deadpan silence left with his words.
All Fred does is raise his eyebrows, waiting for Hugo to continue, though it seems as though he's waiting to hear an incorrect philosophy; that's all he's heard for the past weeks and months, whispered mutterings about him and what's wrong with him.
It's a rash thought that passes through Hugo's head, yet it seems to fit: the too pale complexion, the moonlight "walks", the lack of daylight that graces his skin…his lack of human contact.
Just like that, everything clicks into place.
Hugo steps forwards. "I know what you are."
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Cheesy & unrealistic, I know, but don't hate!
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Vicky xx