4 Mischiefs Managed - [accidental video]

[greding]

[The video cuts in mid-action. George is standing in what some may recognise as the Weasley cabin's kitchen. He has a glass of water in his hand which he is staring into, his eyes wide. Both hands are shaking, and he shoves his right one into his pocket to steady it. His breath suddenly hitches, and he looks like he's having difficulty breathing

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a cup full of nothing for him to indulge - he feels alone;

[feorging]

[The sound of glass shattering doesn't go unnoticed, even from where Fred's lazing about on his bed. George had only gone to get a glass of water - what in Merlin's name could've happened in the meanwhile? Being that they've just come from a war, an uncomfortable wariness instinctively spreads to the pit of his stomach, and then Fred's on his feet. Running, because he doesn't have the sense to just Apparate there. He can't stop to think that far.

All he knows is he needs to be with George - now.]

George!

[He whips around the corner of the stairs unsafely fast, considering he's just in his socks, but he doesn't care. He doesn't stop until he's in the kitchen with his brother, hands holding tight to both of his arms so he can see if he's hurt. Some of the red seems to be returning at the roots of his hair, panic feeding the concern in Fred's eyes as they rove across his face and person to see where he's been injured. He doesn't even notice the blue on the wall - it's not important to him at the moment.]

What is it? What's happened?

a cup full of nothing for him to indulge - he feels alone;

[greding]

[He barely notices Fred until he's holding onto him. His eyes are still swimming with tears. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand hastily, covering his shaky breath with a cough. He's here, George. He's not going anywhere. It's a mantra he's been saying to himself for weeks now, and keeps repeating it in the front of his mind as he tries in vain to remember what exactly he was doing before all this.]

I'm fine. Just... thought I saw something.

a cup full of nothing for him to indulge - he feels alone;

[feorging]

['Nothing,' he says. Rubbish, Fred's not buying it for a second. George is shaking and - Hell, there are tears. His still-born heart leaps up into his throat, because George is doing his utmost not to cry, and this does not sit well with him at all. There are so few things able to incite this sort of reaction--.

One hand leaves George's arm to cup his head beneath the only remaining ear so Fred can get a better look at him. Not bleeding, not hurt - at least not physically - and that's enough to at least let him clap a hand playfully to his twin's cheek before letting go of him completely.]

Hardly one to be spooked so easy, mate. It wasn't a spider, was it?

[Subtly teasing Ron; always a good way to deflect from the tearing in his throat. He tries, tries damn hard, but the words still come out strained. What could he have possibly seen?]

a cup full of nothing for him to indulge - he feels alone;

[greding]

[Fred knows something is going on, and George can tell. Of course he can tell. He can tell everything that bloody man is thinking. He wants to laugh with him. He wants to tell jokes and smile and pretend everything is fine. More than fine. But he's never been able to lie to Fred. Not before, and he doesn't want to make a habit of it now, now that Fred is...

Well. If he can't tell Fred, who can he ever tell?]

I think this place is playing tricks on me again. I went to get a glass of water and I thought I saw...

[He rubs his hands over his face again. Don't make him say it. He's been avoiding saying it for months.]

voice;

[7thborn]

[Quietly.]

Georgie?

voice;

[greding]

Yes. Hello.

voice;

[7thborn]

You alright?

[Now, she's been having a foul day herself. But she hasn't been lucky enough to run into any water-filled anything. Yet.]

Is Fred there? What happened?

voice;

[greding]

Yeah, 'course he is. Just another one of the City's tricks, is all.