Fred G. Weasley (forgeous) wrote in occultus,
@ 2012-01-15 12:27:00

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Who: TWINS
What: Having a non-Weasley lunch
Where: Twinville
When: Lunchtime, Sunday 15th Jan
Rating: Adult probably, for their bad mouths.
Status: Complete

Fred was still incredibly pissed off with most of his family, especially Ron and Bill. Though his parents hadn't exactly been brilliant about the whole thing. It seemed like everyone assumed George had lost his senses. They still believed all Slytherins were evil. He admitted, he had thought the same while at school, but he'd met one or two that were okay. Verity was a Slytherin, she was alright. Flint was fairly decent too, not that he'd spoken much to him. But he made Gred happy and that was all that mattered in Forge's book. Which was why he was cooking lunch for himself and George rather than getting ready to apparate back to the Burrow for their weekly family meal.

He was so angry, he couldn't think straight enough to actually cook anything proper. But he was hungry and he knew his Twin was too. He could always tell when there was something up with his Gred. Hell, there was a lot up with him at the moment. Not that Forge could blame him. But his Twin was definitely hungry. Slicing some cheese, he pulled out the grill pan from the oven and added it to the already toasted bread. Cheese on toast would be fine, especially six slices each, with soup - it was tomato, but technically that was fruit, not vegetable. Plus, there was Jelly and Cake for dessert.

'Gred! Lunch!' He called, setting the table and dishing up.

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gredilicious
2012-01-15 05:20 pm UTC (link)

George had never deliberately boycotted the weekly Weasley family meal before. He may have joked around a lot with his family, but they meant a lot to him and the fact most of them seemed like they thought he was mental felt like a betrayal. It felt like they didn't trust him and his judgement and it hurt.

The worst part was that his analytical brain knew exactly where they were coming from and knew he would have probably assumed the same thing were it any of his other siblings that were in a relationship with a Slytherin. (Yeah, he'd admitted he was in a relationship in his head but he hadn't said the words out loud yet so it didn't count as one yet.) But the difference was, George liked to think he would have supported them.

He tried to move on, pretend it didn't bother him. He was happy and that was all that mattered, right? So he ignored the situation and carried on as best as he could.

George was in his room, putting the final pieces of his journal back together after dismantling it. Caff, who was lying on his bed being a lazy pup, popped his head up when he heard Forge yell out, his ears twitching a little. "Lunch time, Caff." George ruffled the dog's fur between his ears. Caff leant into the touch but made no move to get off the bed. "Lazy pup." George chuckled, as he moved off the bed and padded out to the kitchen.

He moved to the sink and washed his hands - after all, there was a fair bit of ink involved when meddling with the journals - smelling what his Forge was cooking, his tummy giving an appreciative growl. George came over to the table, giving his Twin an appreciative little smile reserved only for him before he took his usual seat. "Mmm, smells good Forge. Cheesy toast and 'mato soup."

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forgeous
2012-01-15 06:23 pm UTC (link)

As George entered the kitchen, Fred's eyes tracked his movements, watching him wash his hands and settle in his seat. 'Mmmhmm cheesy toast and 'mato soup, food of kings!' Pulling his own plate a little closer, he munched his way through his first piece of toast quietly. He knew Gred should probably talk about things, but he also knew he wasn't the best at dealing with feelings, so he decided to let his Twin speak first.

'Oh. Lunch for pups.' Hopping up from his seat he put some food in Nessie and Caff's bowls, knowing the sound of the metal hitting floor would bring the dogs running. Sure enough, he had to step over two furry red bodies on his way back to the table.

Sipping at his soup, he risked a glance across at his Gred. 'Fixed your journal then?'

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gredilicious
2012-01-16 09:37 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, kings." He murmured softly before tearing off a bit of his cheese on toast with his teeth, munching away quietly. To the common eye, George was acting quite out of character being as quiet as he was. But Forge should know better. The inner cogs of his mind were ticking over what he should say, because he knew he should talk.

A soft smile appeared as Fred hopped up from his seat and got the pups some food. He heard padded feet, probably in his room and a little bark and then two sets of padded feet clambering louder as the pups entered the kitchen and moved directly to their bowls. "Oh, so now you move, Caffrey." George shook his head in amusement. "Weren't going to come downstairs unless there was something in it for you, were you? Slytherin pup."

Feeling eyes on him, George looked back at his Twin and nodded. "Put a few improvements in it too. Show you later." He picked up a second piece of toast. "Saw what Oz wrote. That sucks." He was avoiding the obvious topic he should be talking about, but the new guidelines to get Portkeys was also important and quite a disturbing bit of news. George wanted to help get Portkeys to those who couldn't - he just wasn't sure how to go about it yet without arousing suspicion.

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forgeous
2012-01-18 08:35 am UTC (link)

Forge knew his Gred as well as he knew himself. So when his little Twin was quiet, it usually meant something was going on in his head. He'd be carefully working out what to say, before he said it. Something Fred himself, rarely did. He probably should start, but explaining feelings was an alien concept to him. Despite coming from an open, loving home, he was emotionally distant with everyone but George... maybe Olls too.

Chuckling softly at his Twin's words, Forge glanced down at Caffrey. 'Was he being a lazy pup again? I don't know where Nessie was, sounded like he came from my room. Hope he hasn't been chasing Boromir again. You'd think one scratched nose would be enough of a warning.'

Slurping some soup, he nodded as George offered to show him the improved journal. He'd been wondering for a while if they could be altered for the better. 'Mmmm. He scribbled a load out too, which makes me think there's more to it. Probably another way for the Government to restrict Muggleborns.'

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gredilicious
2012-01-18 09:54 am UTC (link)

George nodded at the question, mouthful of cheesy toast goodness. "Probably," He answered after swallowing, giving a little shrug. "He doesn't seem to like to take no for an answer. And Boromir not wanting to play is a foreign concept to him." George liked to think he knew exactly what was going through each of their pets minds and his assumptions were probably not all that far off the mark.

"It's not fair." Gred dropped the half eaten slice of toast back onto his plate, a frown marring his features. "They are just trying to restrict where we can go so they can better monitor everyone's activities. Probably to keep all the Muggleborns in one place." He sighed, debating inwardly whether he was still hungry or not. The prejudice against Muggleborns was enough to make him sick. It was wrong and he wished he could fix it but even George knew when something was too big to fix on his own. He knew the limits of his abilities (although, he like to pretend he had none).

"I wish people actually took the time to get to know others before judging them." He murmured, picking the cheese off his slice of toast. Whether he was talking about the Ministry's blatant dislike of Muggleborns or his family's judgement on him seeing Marcus, Gred left it open to interpretation for his Forge.

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forgeous
2012-01-21 04:51 pm UTC (link)

Fred chuckled as Gred psychoanalyzed their pets. It was probably not far off from the truth, Nessie certainly was very persistent. Watching his Twin drop his food back onto his plate, an identical frown marred his own features. Nodding in agreement at George's words, he watched his brother closely, sensing his inner debate. 'You should eat,' he muttered softly, concern clear in his eyes. It wasn't often he played mother hen. Usually it would be George telling him to have lunch, especially if he was in the middle of an experiment, he just forgot to eat.

'They're tightening their grip on us, that's for sure. But there's ways and means of dodging round laws. I'm sure we -and the Order- can work something out.' Forge hadn't liked the tone of Oz's message one bit, from the sound of it even the usually calm werewolf had been unsettled by the new regulations.

'People are idiots.' Fred stated simply, finishing off his third slice of toast. 'Politicians are the most idiotic of the whole species.' Tilting his head, he studied Gred's face for a moment. 'Ron'll come round, probably sooner than you think. The others... well, I don't know.'

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gredilicious
2012-01-23 08:30 am UTC (link)

At the soft muttering George sighed, knowing his Twin was right. If their roles were reversed, he would have been telling Fred to do the exact same thing. "Should eat." He mimicked softly, starting to eat his soup at a rather slow yet steady pace.

"Course we will." Gred replied with a determined look in his eyes. With Fred and him putting their minds together on the problem there would a solution in no time - George was positive because there was nothing the pair of them couldn't do.

Everything Forge said made sense and Gred agreed wholeheartedly - after all, there was rarely a thing the Twins disagreed on. Then Fred looked at him closer and George looked away even though it was useless. He could never hide anything from his Twin.

"I know. And I was expecting his reaction. It's just..." He turned his blue eyes to those identical to his own. "It hurts, Forge." And once he uttered those words it was hard to stop the rest coming out. Even though he knew his Forge was utterly hopeless with feelings, it was still nice to have someone who would always have his back.

"It's like they don't bloody trust me to make my own decisions. And it's not just an attack on my judgement either, but yours too. You've known this whole time and did nothing to stop it. And..." He thumped his fist heavily against the table causing the pups to look up from their lunch and give him an inquisitive look. "It's not fair."

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forgeous
2012-01-28 03:04 pm UTC (link)

Fred watched until George started to eat again,the worried expression softening slightly with every sip of soup his Twin took. His own lunch was mostly gone, just a couple of slices of cheesy toast remained. A little smile curved his lips at Gred's words, when they were plotting everything seemed right with the world. He forgot about what was going on outside to concentrate on what he was creating. Call it therapy of sorts, at least for him anyway.

As soon as Gred looked away from him; he knew that his Twin was about to open up a little. Yes, he wasn't good with emotions, but he'd always help George with his if he could. Even if it was just by listening to his troubles. As identical blue eyes locked with his, Fred chewed on the inside of his lip, feeling exactly what his twin was in that second. 'I know Greddie... I know it does.'

He nodded, agreeing with George's outburst and trying to think of something to say that would help. 'Well, we all know they don't trust my judgement anyway. Not since I tried to get Ron to make an unbreakable vow.' Reaching out he touched his fingertips to Gred's fist. 'You and me against the world, yeah? Face it together, even our own family being tosspots.'

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gredilicious
2012-01-30 06:11 am UTC (link)

If anyone else had told him they knew how he felt, George would have called them a liar. Fred, on the other hand, knew. It was too hard to explain to anyone else how Fred knew, he just did. Call it 'Twin Sense' or whatever.

George's fingers uncurled from the fist they were in at the touch of Forge's fingertips - the tense muscles relaxing slightly. Fred wasn't as tactile as him but Gred knew exactly what each little fraction of a gesture meant coming from his Twin. He looked at their hands and then nodded, appreciating what his Forge said.

"You and me..." he murmured softly, mimicking his brother. Gred looked up again and offered a soft, genuine smile that he only ever gave to Forge. "Don't need anyone else."

At that, there was a snort from one of the pups and George looked over at them, a tiny chuckle escaping him at the innocent looks on their faces. "Alright, Gred and Forge and Nessie and Caff... we can all face it together." He wasn't back to being a hundred per cent his normal Georgie self, but he did feel a little better.

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