RP: Mum...
Date: 11 March 2003
Characters: Fred and Molly Weasley - And Arthur (If you want to, Catherine :D)
Location: The parental Weasley’s room above Beedle Bar
Status: Private
Summary: Time for Fred to see his parents again - and not just from a distance
Completion: InComplete
Fred looked down at the glass in his hand, that was resting on the arm of the old chair he’d moved out onto the balcony to better watch the night sky. As he was looking at the pitch black sky with the millions of stars, it struck him, that aside from the cold, the sky had been the same the last time his family had really been together all at once.
All right, so maybe all together at once was a bit of a stretch, he concluded as he put his feet up on the railing and took a slow sip from his glass. It had been a good evening, though, the evening before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The night before everything began crumbling. They had all been there, save for his father, who had apparated in with Scrimgeour, and then it was Ron who hadn’t been there… but he hadn’t been gone either. He’d just been inside the house with Hermione and Harry, while the rest of them had been outside.
Oh, they had worried, of course they had. Even he and George, though the minute the Minister had left, people had begun relaxing again. Bill and Fleur had looked so happy, just sitting there, holding hands while they laughed and talked with the rest of them. Charlie was happily sharing exciting tales of exactly how vicious Norbert had been when they had realized that he was a she, although it was the look in his eyes when he told about his Tiamat that still remained in Fred’s memory. Sometimes he wondered about Charlie, because… who would choose dragons over birds? Apparently Charlie would, though if that’s what rocked his broom… then Fred hoped he kept his repertoire of protective spells up to date.
For some reason, Fred’s mind kept showing George’s head as warped when he thought about that evening. It had only been a couple of days since he had lost his ear, so maybe that was why. It had taken him a while to get used to it, and for George to learn to hold his head at an angle so it didn’t look too lopsided.
There had been something about Ron and Ginny that night too. They had been worried and somewhat preoccupied, but they had still been there, they had been with them, and he had seen how they had enjoyed themselves as well.
Even his parents, for all their woes and worries had looked positively radiant that night. Almost as if they had been in love, with Dad sneaking in small pinches and caresses of Mum, which normally would have made him feel slightly queasy, but now it just made him miss them.
Percy hadn’t been there that night. He should have been, Fred thought. He should be here in Annwn too now, with the rest of his family. He felt bad about what had happened with Percy… and he missed his parents. They had been here for a while now, and he still hadn’t had the guts to go see them. He wanted to, but… how was he going to explain not having been by earlier? “Hey, there, sorry for not being around sooner, but I, you know, felt bad about being dead.” He snorted into his glass before he lowered it.
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Yes, he’d had his fair share of telling offs from his parents, but they had never once told him off for feeling poorly.
They would most likely be at Bill and Fleur’s on Friday. Fred had sent off the Owl to Bill with a jab at him for being so formal and a promise of supplying all the Whizz Bangs that were needed for the fireworks display he’d mentioned in the letter.
There was an ache in his chest, that he recognized from the time he had been alone here in Annwn, and without much more thinking, he got up from the chair, grabbed his jumper and hurried down to Beedle Bar where they were living.
For a good while he stood outside the door, just looking at it, trying to think of how to best greet them. Nothing came to him, and finally he just leaned in and knocked, before he waited for somebody to answer it.
“I missed you,” he said quietly, when he saw his mum’s face in the door.
Characters: Fred and Molly Weasley - And Arthur (If you want to, Catherine :D)
Location: The parental Weasley’s room above Beedle Bar
Status: Private
Summary: Time for Fred to see his parents again - and not just from a distance
Completion: InComplete
Fred looked down at the glass in his hand, that was resting on the arm of the old chair he’d moved out onto the balcony to better watch the night sky. As he was looking at the pitch black sky with the millions of stars, it struck him, that aside from the cold, the sky had been the same the last time his family had really been together all at once.
All right, so maybe all together at once was a bit of a stretch, he concluded as he put his feet up on the railing and took a slow sip from his glass. It had been a good evening, though, the evening before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The night before everything began crumbling. They had all been there, save for his father, who had apparated in with Scrimgeour, and then it was Ron who hadn’t been there… but he hadn’t been gone either. He’d just been inside the house with Hermione and Harry, while the rest of them had been outside.
Oh, they had worried, of course they had. Even he and George, though the minute the Minister had left, people had begun relaxing again. Bill and Fleur had looked so happy, just sitting there, holding hands while they laughed and talked with the rest of them. Charlie was happily sharing exciting tales of exactly how vicious Norbert had been when they had realized that he was a she, although it was the look in his eyes when he told about his Tiamat that still remained in Fred’s memory. Sometimes he wondered about Charlie, because… who would choose dragons over birds? Apparently Charlie would, though if that’s what rocked his broom… then Fred hoped he kept his repertoire of protective spells up to date.
For some reason, Fred’s mind kept showing George’s head as warped when he thought about that evening. It had only been a couple of days since he had lost his ear, so maybe that was why. It had taken him a while to get used to it, and for George to learn to hold his head at an angle so it didn’t look too lopsided.
There had been something about Ron and Ginny that night too. They had been worried and somewhat preoccupied, but they had still been there, they had been with them, and he had seen how they had enjoyed themselves as well.
Even his parents, for all their woes and worries had looked positively radiant that night. Almost as if they had been in love, with Dad sneaking in small pinches and caresses of Mum, which normally would have made him feel slightly queasy, but now it just made him miss them.
Percy hadn’t been there that night. He should have been, Fred thought. He should be here in Annwn too now, with the rest of his family. He felt bad about what had happened with Percy… and he missed his parents. They had been here for a while now, and he still hadn’t had the guts to go see them. He wanted to, but… how was he going to explain not having been by earlier? “Hey, there, sorry for not being around sooner, but I, you know, felt bad about being dead.” He snorted into his glass before he lowered it.
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Yes, he’d had his fair share of telling offs from his parents, but they had never once told him off for feeling poorly.
They would most likely be at Bill and Fleur’s on Friday. Fred had sent off the Owl to Bill with a jab at him for being so formal and a promise of supplying all the Whizz Bangs that were needed for the fireworks display he’d mentioned in the letter.
There was an ache in his chest, that he recognized from the time he had been alone here in Annwn, and without much more thinking, he got up from the chair, grabbed his jumper and hurried down to Beedle Bar where they were living.
For a good while he stood outside the door, just looking at it, trying to think of how to best greet them. Nothing came to him, and finally he just leaned in and knocked, before he waited for somebody to answer it.
“I missed you,” he said quietly, when he saw his mum’s face in the door.