Home sweet home~ - rp with cantbewithhim
Fred looked around his apartment. It looked weird. All empty and quiet. Okay, that was more the sound, not the look. But it was weird. He had gotten used to the constant chatter in the Burrow, the smells of Mum's cooking, the squabble of the chickens and the gnomes. And it was so -- quiet here. Well, not as quiet as it had been when he first arrived back: Fred had quickly turned on the telly and started up his laptop, so there was at least just the comforting buzzz of the mechanics inside whirring along pleasantly.
And empty, like he said. Fred needed to find that shrunken furniture Mum had transfigured for him. She had put together a couch, table, dining room chairs -- okay, none of it had really been his taste, but he could transfigure that much, at least. Add a few splashes of color. Take away some of the wood panelling and quilty-bits. Well, maybe leave some of the quilty-bits. Be like home!
Although -- he was home, wasn't he? Fred grinned, walking over to the kitchen and pulling the freezer door open. It had been kind of awesome when Ennis had so casually said "Welcome home!" because, well, yeah. It was. The Burrow and London -- and Hogwarts, too -- would always be a place of comfort for Fred, but Wyoming was, in a weird way, more his home. Even if he didn't choose it, it just kind of fit.
He pulled a carton of chocolate chunk ice cream out of the freezer and grabbed a spoon from the dishdrainer.
Ennis better get here soon or, as Fred pried the lid open and dug in, there might not be any left for him.
And empty, like he said. Fred needed to find that shrunken furniture Mum had transfigured for him. She had put together a couch, table, dining room chairs -- okay, none of it had really been his taste, but he could transfigure that much, at least. Add a few splashes of color. Take away some of the wood panelling and quilty-bits. Well, maybe leave some of the quilty-bits. Be like home!
Although -- he was home, wasn't he? Fred grinned, walking over to the kitchen and pulling the freezer door open. It had been kind of awesome when Ennis had so casually said "Welcome home!" because, well, yeah. It was. The Burrow and London -- and Hogwarts, too -- would always be a place of comfort for Fred, but Wyoming was, in a weird way, more his home. Even if he didn't choose it, it just kind of fit.
He pulled a carton of chocolate chunk ice cream out of the freezer and grabbed a spoon from the dishdrainer.
Ennis better get here soon or, as Fred pried the lid open and dug in, there might not be any left for him.