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[feorging]

[ accidental video ]

[An absolute silence hangs between the twins as they stare at a picture frame hanging on the wall. Some might recognize the photo within it, others still might recognize the Hall it's posted in. And even if they don't, Fred and George can hardly spare a moment to care, because that silence has a rather tight grasp on them,

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[7thborn]

[She recognises the Hall before she can make out the portrait in the video, and she feels a bit ill when she does. This is what she's worried about since they all started turning up, isn't it? He'd barely even got here. That's the truth of it. And it's November, too, and don't they always leave around them? She should have known.]

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[7thborn]

[Quietly.]

Oi, Fred. George. Tossing around your devices doesn't do any good, you know.

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[feorging]

[There's no being quiet here. Fred's spitting pure venom, seething acid. He's upset, but that much goes without saying. This is something entirely different.]

Seems to be helping me loads. 'specially since it won't stay broken, I can throw it more than once.

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[7thborn]

[And something in her own voice sharpens in response to his.]

Don't take that tone with me, Fred Weasley. You're not the only one to've lost a brother here.

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[greding]

Should have guessed the bloody thing would be recording.

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[feorging]

Should have left the damned thing at home.

[But he'll go and pick it up anyway. Of course it's already back to working order. He glares, considering throwing it again, just for good measure.]

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[greding]

[George doesn't say anything when Fred starts tossing his device around. He knows Fred has to get it out of his system, and it's better to do in to an object than a person.]

You'd of thought we'd learned out lesson by now.

[His arms are still crossed, and he smiles at Fred, slightly. Everything about the way he's standing seems to be helping holding himself together.]

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[feorging]

[Honestly, where's Malfoy when you need him? 8|]

You'd think.

[He ultimately decides against smashing it again and tosses it in the air once to catch it and shove it in his pocket. It's then that he notices George's smile, his calm, and somehow that hurts just a little bit.]

Suppose we'll have to try again next time.

[Because there will be a next time. Some day Harry might leave, or Hermione. Gin's been here three years, she can't stay forever. And George - one day he'll leave him too. They've all got lives to get back to, places to be. Fred's only got them. Here. Now.

For whatever mysterious reason, he can't quite keep his eyes on his brother's face. He turns away again, a hand coming up to cover his mouth before running it through his hair. He can't let it all fall apart now. Not again. He'd only just put himself back together.]

[binarysky]

Sorry you lost someone.

[He knows what that's like.]

[feorging]

Didn't lose a thing. He's gone and lost himself.

[Because clearly the solution is blaming Ron.]

[binarysky]

Oh.

He was a friend of yours?

[feorging]

Right pain in the arse, is more like.

[A beat.]

He's my little brother.

[tangledintower]

[Oh, boy...]

...I'm sorry, Fred, George...

[feorging]

Nah, don't be. Thing'll fix itself soon enough.

[You meant the device, right? Right?]

[tangledintower]

[Nooo...but you feel bad yelling at Rapunzel. Look at her face.]

I hope they do...I really do.

[feorging]

[FFFF no. It will not work on me. I am upset ragefacemonster. But still. No shouting.]

Might make for an interesting experiment, though. Test how much they can break before they stop entirely.

[...Okay, now even Fred's not sure whether he's talking about the device or his family. Brilliant.]

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[feorging]

Good to know you haven't forgotten our names, Harry. I might've worried.

[Y E P. That's all you get from him right now. He's not having any of this.]

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[feorging]

[What, Harry? 8||]

'course it isn't. Nothing is going to change anything, so what's the point in dwelling? Or shall I gather everyone so we can have group hugs and a crying session? Don't expect me to wipe your bogeys.