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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 5, 2012 21:07:07 GMT -5
ooc: attention, thread stalkers. this will make no sense to you because you didn't plan it with us. kay bye.
Okay, I lied. The situation wasn't exactly equivalent to skipping through a meadow. Well, it could have been for someone whose mind was sort of messed up..but it wasn't for Fred Weasley and Lee Jordan. It was supposed to be a normal night--boring even. Fred and Lee were practically dying to find something fun to do. They got what they wanted, but it lasted all of sixty seconds before the two wandered further from the Weasley home, apparently walking right into a trap that really shouldn't have been set for them. Thinking about it, Fred and Lee were probably the least useful people any death eater was going to deal with.
The captors learned this quickly, and Fred grew even more pissed off (okay, he was afraid, but he tried to make anger his dominant emotion) when he was separated from Lee. In another room, he had no idea what was going on..for a while. Once he started hearing what was going on, he wished that he remained clueless. That in mind, he tried, unsuccessfully to remain silent during the torture for Lee's sake, but that was much easier said than done. Nobody was going to go easy on the redhead after all that he had said to them--all the backtalk did nothing but anger them more, and that wasn't something Fred was really capable of realizing before it was too late.
Evidently, the rude people in dark clothes were growing tired of what they were doing. This pleasantly surprised Fred because quite frankly, if he was going to have to listen to Lee one more time, he was going to crack. He only had so much will power. Worn down and weakened, the twin was roughly dragged to a new room, which was not a nice room at all. It didn't have food or quaffles or anything entertaining. As Fred was shoved toward a wall, he found himself slipping to the floor. All he really wanted to do was sleep, but he knew that if he did, he wouldn't get out, and he wouldn't know how Lee was doing.
Fortunately (that word is used very loosely at the moment), Fred was about to get updated. He looked up to see Lee being brought to the same room. They quickly locked the seventh years in, leaving them alone. It would have been incredibly relieving to have privacy with his best friend if he didn't know that the death eaters were probably getting ready to break the two completely. Bloody hell, Lee, he said, having trouble deciding what to say. We should really go back home. I don't think degnoming the garden is such a good idea.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 6, 2012 0:00:16 GMT -5
They would have had better luck playing dominoes with the explosive boxes. At least then any disaster they might have caused would have been over in a few minutes, and there was just something about suffering surrounded by people who -even if they might not have been the most amazing company all the time- weren't trying to kill you, that after going through this, sounded really, really nice. Actually, a lot of normally unappealing things sounded really, really nice. Like doing homework, and associating with Slytherins, and tree surfing, and sitting in DADA with Umbridge. And Lee would be really appalled that he was even thinking that, if he wasn't so preoccupied by the whole locked-in-a-room-getting-tortured-by-Death-Eaters thing. And well, about that,
"Okay, so you're doing the whole big-scary-hooded-guy-with-the-wand thing. Cool, cool. I get that. But, uh, you know, you really, really need to get a life. I bet, if you had one, you wouldn't be doing this right now. And you wouldn't have this problem. Because this - by the way - this is a problem. And I wouldn't have this problem. And we'd all be lots happier. And this room would be cleaner. And there'd be.. other benefits that I can't think of right now. But I'd really like to know what they are. So maybe you could tell me sometime, when you're not - you know - like this. No offen- well, yes offence, actually. Feel free to be offended. In a motivational way. I'm kind of offended right now too. Actually, I'm very offended. But I don't think you care much about that. I mean-"
This definitely wasn't helping the situation. And he knew that, sort of, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. This is where Fred would come in. Or George. Or anyone. But the only person here was was the Death Eater and he, well, he actually gave Lee a very good reason to shut his mouth and (were it actually possible) keep it that way for the rest of the year. He could hear what was happening in the other room. Oh god. Oh god. They were going to die, weren't they? They were going to die. They were going to die. They- actually, no- if they were going to die they'd probably be dead by now. They would just kill them, of if they were more on the sadist style they'd leave them after (Okay, these thoughts were not - helping - anything). So they weren't going to die. That was good. Instead they were going to- he didn't know. But dying was a simply concept he could wrap around his head. This... whatever this was... this was not... good... obviously... if there was a point it wasn't coming out here.
Fred was better at this than he was. It wasn't that Fred was any more defiant or braver or maybe he was, Lee didn't know, but he was assumed that Fred was handling this better. The Death Eater said otherwise and his ears said otherwise but what did.. what did anyone know anyways? Lee couldn't have been more relieved when he was tossed into the room (that wasn't the relieving part, that was painful) with the Weasley to see him alive and in one piece and acting Fred-ish. If Fred could do it then he could too but that didn't help much getting the words to form in his head and come out his mouth and as for sounding half as convincing as he wanted to? Ha. Forget that. "Yeah. Me either." This would make the second time that he had no idea what to say in a situation with his friend. "Are, um, are you alright?.. I mean that's a stupid question but.." But what else was there to ask? He knew the answer, and the answer Fred was going to say, and.. and going home sounded like a really, really good idea. Maybe their first one all day.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 6, 2012 0:34:28 GMT -5
Seeing Lee, hearing his voice, was probably the best moment Fred had experienced in a while. It was such a great feeling that it was difficult to put words around it. In the midst of all the shit they were currently trapped in, Lee was alright..well.. somewhat alright. It was hard to be alright after what they had just gone through. It wasn't even being tortured himself that was so horrible (don't get me wrong, it was an incredibly unpleasant evening). It was the fact that Lee was going through Hell that really angered and worried Fred. So, yea. Lee was semi-okay, he was speaking, and Fred was happy about that.
But, damn, was that tiring.. Fred felt like his limbs were made of jello..only it was worse because not only did he feel strained, but he had no food. If his limbs actually were jello, he could at least eat them. But, no. Never had he had so little desire to move, and he definitely was not in a situation in which moving was a bad idea. They needed to move, to think, to get out. Their lives, and more likely their sanity, depended on it. The ginger forced a small grin in response to Lee's Yeah. Me either. At least he had some humor in him. That was a good sign, even though it was painfully obvious that neither of them were in a joking sort of mood.
Then, Lee asked the exact question Fred had been wanting to ask, even knowing how stupid it was. Another forced grin followed the question. I'm.. I'd be better if I thought you were. Talking about what they had just endured was not on the top of Fred's to-do list at that moment. He'd bombard Lee with questions as the evening progressed, but he wasn't going to sit there telling Lee the excruciating details of what had gone on. He was fairly certain that what had gone on could be heard clearly enough. You? Again, he knew the answer, but he had to ask. Fred slowly pushed himself up, supporting his weight on the wall behind him as he looked around anxiously. Jordan, we've got to get outta 'ere.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 6, 2012 18:08:31 GMT -5
Lee wasn't quite sure if there was a 'right' or 'wrong' way to be feeling in the situation (you know, thoughts that normally went through people's heads when one of their best friends and them were being held and tortured or something) but if there was, he was pretty sure he'd long since gotten off the appropriate track. The relief was gone, the anger was gone, the fear was gone. It would all be back, sure, soon even. But right now he was just coming to terms with the fact that one; they were even in this situation where they could have been -still could be- killed, and two; now they were together and relatively okay and as good as amazing as that was, they needed to find a way out of there. If they didn't, it was only going to be a matter of time before the Death Eaters got bored or angry or whatever even happened to make them go psychotic. And he was very adamant that they weren't going to start this again. With all the authority he didn't have in this situation, whatever, but it wasn't going to happen again.
He smiled back when Fred tried, just for.. for tryings sake. He knew Fred was hurt, and he was upset that Fred had been hurt, more than he way at anything they'd do to him, and he hadn't- they hadn't- this situation was just total shit. He wanted to say that he was awesome, or something, just to make Fred feel better (why'd he have to bring it back to him?). But he wasn't alright. Alright Lee wouldn't have been having this hard a time figuring out what to say. And he was pretty sure Fred's bullshit radar deserved more credit than that. "Same... We can be better when we're two miles away from here." Even that he wasn't sure how right it was. They needed to leave though. Now. Everything magically wasn't going to get all better when they got out, but it would be a HUGE improvement. There wasn't anyone that was going to do that for them but them.
"Yeah. Okay." he followed Fred's lead in getting to his feet carefully. But what they were actually going to do now.. that was yet to be decided. The room wasn't full of things that were going to help them. There was.. the floor.. the walls.. and door.. and that was about it. The door was undoubtedly locked, and there wasn't any other way out of the room. And even if they did get out, he had to remember, they still had the rest of the building to go through. But.. since when did the two of them think ahead? Right now all that mattered was opening that door. They were hardly in a state to bust it down, and that was too loud besides. Lee wasn't sure if Fred could do Alohomora wandlessly.. or.. if it was even possible to do Alohomora wandlessly (sometimes he wished he paid more attention to this stuff). If it was he'd probably have tried it. So.. what else did they have left? Other than this horror movie-esqu situation and um, the idea that it might be nice if it rained good ideas and a few seeped into the roof. Actually, actually he might have had something.
He bent down next to the door and ran his hand over one of the floorboards. It didn't look like it would be too hard to take out. (Thank you old building). "I think I have an idea." He pried at one of the nails and when it finally came loose tested it in the lock of the door. Lee had picked locks before. Well, okay, he'd done it once. And it wasn't with a nail while being held captive but.. it was worth a shot. It seemed like it could work. If it didn't, then they were screwed. And it was possible it wouldn't. Who knows how magic key whole keys work and they might change and - okay, rather than freaking out in his head this was a good time to calm down and actually focus on what he was trying to do. It could work. It was going to work. He didn't totally believe that- at least, he didn't believe that until he heard the little click from the other side of the door. He drew back quickly, in case someone was opening in, but after another moment of silence he touched the knob again, this time to turn it and push it open. He turned back to Fred. Insert sarcastic line about accomplishment here. (Open sesame. Out. There. Now what?) Telepathically, that is.. apparently. Because all he could work with was the obvious.. well, it worked. "What do we do now?"
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 6, 2012 20:22:15 GMT -5
Okay, Lee was smiling back. That was great news. It'd be an incredibly scary thing to see Lee unable to smile, even if it was slight. It was soooo much better than nothing. Fred had never thought of Lee as a weakness before that night, but he really was one to the twin. Of course, that wasn't that hard to see. Fred probably spent more time with Lee than with anyone else, George excluded. It was haunting him in the back of his mind--what pain may have been behind Lee's forced grin. He supposed they'd find out what a crappy condition they were in while they were running like the wind out of there, if they were even going to get that far. Two miles..deal.. There was no way, though, that they were going to get two miles away from there anytime soon. There was nothing in the room, at all. Their wands were gone..and Fred was not the best student when it came to casting spells with no wands. He looked around in near panic as he continued to accept that in his head. There was no way out. Until..
What could you possibly be-- He curiously watched his friend as he knelt down and started pulling a nail from the floorboard. There was no way he could do anything with a nail. Fred had no knowledge of the concept of picking a lock, at all. That stuff was done in movies, and Fred hadn't seen any. Then again, what would a wizard, in a family of wizards, need to pick a lock for? Therefore, the whole idea was completely foreign to him, and Lee pretty much looked crazy as he stuck the nail into the doorknob keyhole and began moving it around until suddenly.. click. The ginger stood dumbfounded as Lee opened the door hesitantly. At first, as Lee jerked back, so did Fred, afraid of seeing a death eater returning to the room. Once it seemed to be clear, he looked at Lee confused. That.. you.. that was you? You did that? With.. what? How? Uuh, nevermind.. well done.. He almost couldn't believe that they were free of the room, but they were still far from safe.
Peeking out slowly, Fred stepped out quietly, quickly realizing that he did not want to be walking. Taking a deep breath, he thought to himself, Walk, or stay there and wait for them to come back. Looking around, there were two long halls that led to who knows where. They had to find their wands. Once they found the wands, they could easily get out of there. Well.. as much as I'd like to get out of here without talking to anyone.. He listened closely, hearing voices dominantly from one direction. Pointing in that direction, he continued. They're that way..and it's likely that so are our wands. He started walking toward the voices, wondering how they'd be able to find the wands and get them without being seen or heard. It would be pretty damn hard, but they didn't exactly have other options. If Lee could unlock a door with a nail, they could do it. Together, they'd figure it out.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 6, 2012 23:37:28 GMT -5
Normally Lee wasn't someone who took things seriously. (And that was a pretty big understatement). Whatever it was, it was never a big enough deal that you couldn't laugh about it. He.. stood corrected. Tonight. Looking at Fred like this completely sobered him. If he wanted to think about what had happened (which he didn't), he'd probably have learned a lot about him and Fred. Stuff that was always there, but required the thinking and general consideration for emotions neither of them cared to pay attention to. And maybe later, assuming they got out of this alive, they could look back on it as some sort of freaky bonding experience. Maybe they'd be able to make jokes about it, eventually. Maybe they would walk back into the Burrow and declare they were never going to degnome the garden again and everything was going back to normal... Well, okay, if you were going to be in denial, you had to do it right.
Fred's reaction to the whole lock picking thing was kind of funny. Really funny, actually. Of course, Lee'd had the same reaction when Fred did things that he didn't think were possible. And in Fred's defense, he hadn't really been sure he could do it either. He sort-of-smiled again. But he had. And now they were one step closer to.. not here. "Thanks. Movies."
Fred brought up the idea of heading in the direction of the Death Eaters to get their wands, and Lee was instantly kind of.. well, um NO. "Wait wait wait wait wait. We're walking towards them?" There was something about that that just didn't.. seem.. smart. Like, you know, he didn't know a LOT about escaping, but he was pretty sure the goal was to get AWAY from the people trying to keep you. "You've gotta be kiddin'. I- No. No. I'm pretty sure that's not a good idea." Lee liked his wand and all, but he could buy another one of those, assuming they got out of here. Escape chances? He didn't think they had many of those in Diagon Alley. Of course, their wands would be sort of helpful, he had to admit, and who's to say the door wasn't that way to. Okay. So.. out of the frying pan and into the fire. That was a very good description of them at the moment.
The long hallway lived up to its name. it was long. And not very fun to walk through. The whole thing had that I-could-bet-part-of-the-set-for-a-medieval-castle thing going on (not that he was observing the decor or anything). The closer they got, the louder the voices were, and the easier it was to make out what they were talking about, and the more Lee wanted to say but decided against. And, and finally they were there by a door and he could see their wands. All of a few feet from the men who'd been torturing them. "Okay, I have another idea." he whispered (legitly whispered, yes) "Its not as good... Actually, I'm liking it less and less and so- I'm just going to do it. And you need to get the wands as fast as you can."
He didn't wait for Fred's reply, instead just ushered him to the side where he (hopefully) wouldn't be seen and went to the edge of the door. "You know, I thought remembering to lock the door was sort of a simple task, but I guess you lot aren't really that smart, huh?" They didn't look happy. They really didn't- okay, it was time to run, and hope Fred would have an idea of how to get them out of this one.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 7, 2012 0:42:47 GMT -5
Okay, they were out of the room, which was still hard to believe. Their next step would probably be even harder than escaping the room, and Fred wasn't looking forward to it anymore than Lee. But.. it had to be done. How were they going to get anywhere without their wands? They didn't even know where they were. I know, I know, he said, feeling sort of horrible for even suggesting that his friend go back toward the captors. He'd rather have gone in alone, but he knew he couldn't get the wands by himself. If they got Lee again, it'd be Fred's fault for making him go back in there. Oh, I'm positive it's not a good idea.. Then again, he knew it wouldn't be, because he couldn't make Lee Jordan do anything. If Lee went back with him, it'd be willingly, even if he completely disagreed with it. That in mind, Fred stopped thinking about how he was dragging them back into trouble and started thinking about how they were going to get out. Look, mate, I dunno how we're gonna get anywhere without them. They're definitely our best bet. He was clearly guilty about it, but they were going to get those wands. The way Fred saw it, those gits were going to be the sorry ones if they touched Lee again.
Lee agreed, as Fred had known he would, and they got closer to the room. What happened next instantly made Fred regret going back. Lee was whisperi--whoa..that was something Fred had never heard before. Anyway, he was whispering about having an idea that involved Fred getting the wands. It barely had time to click in his mind before it all happened. Wait! He whispered. See the italics? If I'm getting the wands..what are you-- Oh no..no no no no no. He did not want to know the answer to that. Before he could grab Lee's arm (which he did try to do), he was against a wall that concealed him from the death eaters in the other room. Lee came right out and taunted them. What the hell made him think he had to be a distraction?! Unfortunately, Fred had no time to disagree (completely) with Lee's plan. He was told to get the wands, and he had to or Lee would end up in a much, much worse situation.
The death eaters ran straight for Lee all together (which was stupid, but lucky for Fred). As quickly as he could, barely having time to think, not that he would have, Fred darted for the wands. He fought the urge to look and see how Lee was doing and grabbed both the wands, nearly dropping them from the anticipation. Uuh..uuh..dammit. Quick! Spell..big..distracting..get them away from Lee, get him his wand. Reducto! He shot it into the massive chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling, sending shards of glass everywhere, causing windows in the room to shatter as well. That seemed to be enough to get the death eaters to look his way. The twin then ran across the room toward Lee, being sure to block spells hurled at his friend until he reached him. You're bloody insane, Fred said, shoving the second wand into Lee's hand. Spells were being shot from every direction, and the two had a long hallway ahead of them. As a spell just missed the two, causing a burning in the side of Fred's arm as it slipped by, he was reminded that getting the wands was not the end of their ordeal. Run.. And they were off.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 7, 2012 3:30:04 GMT -5
"Okay then, as long as you're aware of it." Lee wasn't sure if that was an attempt to joke or how they actually felt about what they were getting into (both Fred's statement and his response). But really, this whole Death-Eater-tracking thing was not a good idea in any way, shape, or form. He could only hope that between Fred and him they actually knew what they were doing. (And that was a long shot, considering it was Fred and him. And they'd both practically admitted that they had no idea what they were doing.) As much as he wanted to protest, he didn't have any better ideas and without one, Lee knew that he couldn't talk Fred out of it. And not going with him was completely out of the question. If this was going to be the stupidest thing they ever did, they were at least going to do it together.
And then, all too soon, it was showtime. He knew Fred wasn't going to like his idea. He knew Fred was going to want to be the one to do something stupid. If was just that, selfishly, he wasn't going to let him ave the chance. Technically it was his turn to make the decision anyway and so he only hoped that it worked out half as well as it was in his head. "So, how's that whole "underestimating us" thing working for you?" Lee knew what he was good at. He said exactly the right thing to get their attention, and much to his approval, all of them chased after him, giving Fred a clear path to their wands. He didn't get much a chance to see how things were going for the twin, but he was assured at least by the fact the Death Eaters were busy. And he planned on keeping that that way. (They were choosing the wrong people to mess with). Now, the less impulsive part of his brain was completely aware that this was one of those situations that the odds of ending well were almost none and none. But to quote Fred (in a situation in which he was completely certain his mate didn't approve of) it was their best bet. (Please work. Please work. Please work.)
He didn't know how he and Fred were going to meet up again, or what they were going to do about the Death Eaters, but right now he was primarily focused on running and dodging flying spells, so that that other stuff would have a chance to happen. He couldn't completely bite back an exclamation at the sudden pain from the cuts that appeared on his body and caused him to recoil, hands flying up and really only succeeding to get covered in blood (what did you even do about getting slashed by something that wasn't there?!). It really was a nuisance how the pain and fight or flight reactions sort of gave direct opposite orders. Someone should.. work on that.. or something. Not him. He was busy right now. Kind of freaking too. Before he was recovered completely from that glass was flying everywhere (but it was okay cause that was Fred), he had a wand in his hand, and a very simple order. Run.
Honestly, Lee was getting kind of tired of running. And of this hallway. And in general. But the crazy spell flinging people running after them were very good motivation too keep it up. He thought they were doing a pretty good job too, considering the situation, but it seemed like the ever-present 'what now?' wasn't done with them for the day. They'd gotten out of their room and they'd gotten their wands, but the two of them were hardly known for their ability to quickly think of ways out of trouble. And spells? Practical spells? This just- this wasn't working. (Never mind trying to prioritize running, blocking spells at him and Fred, attacking the Death Eaters, and not loosing a dangerous amount of blood.) The hallway was coming to an end and they'd have to turn and they didn't know what was coming up. He looked at Fred. "Ya know what'd be really cool?.. If we could uh, blow something up in uh, that direction."
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 7, 2012 9:58:47 GMT -5
Okay, this night had really been a constant downer. Every time the two had miraculously gotten through something, something else came that had required them to think even more. It was no secret that they weren't exactly good at that, so it was not very easy. Fred probably wouldn't ever dare admit it aloud, but it was a pretty damn good thing that Lee had been the one who went. Lee knew how to talk. He knew how to piss people off, and he knew how to do it quickly. If Fred had been the one in his place, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep their attention for as long, and who knows if Lee would have even gotten to the wands before they turned away from Fred. Needless to say, those guys would not have been happy with Fred and Lee if they caught them again. So, Lee's plan had to work. They didn't have another choice.
It was like being filled with adrenaline. There was no way Fred should have been able to run as much as he was after all that. He was also pretty sure that Lee was in the same boat as far as not really wanting to do this anymore. The fact that they were still okay, sort of, was a miracle. This night, and running beside Lee, would never be forgotten. As much as they'd probably joke about it later, never again was Fred going to degnome a garden. There they were, running and having no idea where they were going to end up. About halfway down the hall, the twin felt his right arm grow numb. Before he could think about it, he dropped his wand. Luckily, he instinctively kicked his wand ahead of him before getting too far from it, and when he passed it again, he knelt down and grabbed it with his other hand. By that time, he couldn't feel his right arm at all. Good, that was just really great.
They reached the end of the hallway, and there were stairs heading up. Just as they began to step on the stairs, Lee had a suggestion. He had probably just been thinking out loud, but that was about the third time that evening that a brilliant plan from Lee was going to save them both. I..can do that.. he muttered, searching for the spell in his head, trying to ignore how awkward it was to hold a wand at the moment. The next thing he knew, it had been cast, and everyone who had been following them was slammed into a wall in the room at the other end of the hallway in a magical explosion. That was going to give them time to think, which was awesome. Fred ran up the stairs and nearly collapsed to the floor in the room they had ended up in.
However, it wasn't time to rest. Not yet. It wasn't until then that Fred noticed that Lee had been hurt. Lee.. uuh.. bloody hell.. that's.. I know what that is.. It looked like Sectumsempra. Then again, the more Fred thought about it, the more he assumed that if he had been hit with a curse, he'd be thinking something like I don't really care what it's called, just get rid of it. I..I can fix that.. It wasn't easy to focus on Lee without being distracted by the blood. Fred wasn't supposed to see Lee's blood. Okay, focus. He knew he had heard the counter.. but he couldn't remember what it was. He thought back to eavesdropping on the order from the top of the stairwell, which was how he had heard of the curse in the first place. Suddenly, it hit him. Vulnera Sanentur, he said, very hesitantly. To his relief, Lee started healing as Fred held his wand over him. Don't drop it, don't drop it.. It could not have been a very comfortable counter spell, but at least it was working. You...alright? When did that happen? At that point, he wasn't going to even try to ask smart questions.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 7, 2012 13:34:01 GMT -5
Generally magic was supposed to make their lives easier, but besides kind of being the whole reason they were captured in the first place (okay so it was a little more complicated than that but we're in a hurry), thinking of what to do with his newly acquired wand was a lot harder than Lee would have liked it to be at the moment. With or without wands, they weren't going to be knocking anyone out any windows (that might have also had something to do with the lack of windows). As much as focusing on anything but the previously mentioned tasks pprobably wasn't a good idea, Lee diverted his attention when Fred's wand hit the ground, knowing he wasn't going to have just dropped it for no good reason. "What happened? Are you alright?" Well, the last three minutes had probably taught him more than the entire year of DADA so far, on the plus side. Curses were bloody ridiculous.
He hadn't been completely serious about the the explosion plan (but he hadn't been completely joking either). He was pretty sure it was doable but when Fred actually short some kind of a blasting something behind them, he couldn't help but stare. No no focus. Stairs. That was nice. In the not-nicest way possible. By the time they'd made it up the room had spun a 470 and the ground was well welcomed. "Are they- did we just- oh my god." Not that they didn't deserve it but.. but this was becoming more and more like a dream that he'd really appreciate being able to wake up from. He'd made the mistake of looking down at the mess on his shirt. Bloody hell, that looked bad. The only reason he was trying to keep calm about it was for Fred. He seemed to know, something, which was good. Lee could only toss in small nods of agreement/encouragement/whatever he was supposed to be supporting because he had no clue what they were dealing with.
Fred casted what he could only assume was the counter spell to what he'd been hit with. He took a sharp breath and bit his lip, again trying to be as still and emotionless as he could to make it easier for Fred. The wounds stopped bleeding so heavily and he leaned back against the wall. "Lemme get back to you on that..." He took a few deep breaths. "Two miles, remember?" He tried to think how to answer the next question. "Back when Dumb, Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest-" No, that was the whole time. "Before we started running." he admitted after a moment, hoping Fred wasn't going to get too upset. As an after thought he added, "I'm done having ideas." Clearly they were only alive right now because of their ability to not do what they were supposed to. They'd have to tell someone about that, when they got out of there. He glanced past them and around the.. upper level of... the place they'd just been (profound observations right there). He offered a worn out grin. "Creepy hallway verses amazing Gryffindors. Creepy hallway: Zero. Amazing Gryffindors: One."
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 7, 2012 21:31:30 GMT -5
Ignoring Lee’s question as they ran down the hall, Fred was thinking of nothing but getting away. There was absolutely no reason to bother Lee with anything like that at the moment. That was obviously smart thinking, because Lee looked like he was going to pass out the way he hit the floor. Shaken up, Fred tried to process what had just happened. I.. yea.. I think so.. let’s pretend we didn’t.. They had been through hell. They didn’t have to sit around and depress themselves with knowledge of what had just happened. Fred was almost thankful to have Lee to focus on, which was pretty awful considering he looked like something out of a horror movie. Right, two miles.. He nodded, letting Lee get comfortable..or..as comfortable as he could possibly get. Aguamenti. he said, watering down Lee’s shirt. The blood was not something Fred wanted to be looking at, especially since..
Why’d you..If I had.. He couldn’t get anything else out. He knew why. He knew exactly why Lee did it. And if he hadn’t, they’d be in a worse condition. I dunno, your horrible ideas ‘ave been working pretty well, he said with a small grin, and probably the first sincere one he’d had since they got there. Creepy hallway chose the wrong opponents to mess with. Hoping he’d done enough to help Lee out for a while, the ginger put his wand down and touched his right arm in various places, hoping for some feeling. Back there, dropping my wand, I sort of can’t feel my arm. Thought it fell off for a second, he said, clearly not completely worried about it. Lee was a bigger concern in his mind. But, we got ‘em back. That awkwardness that made it difficult to find words to say? Yea, that was coming back. Fred wanted to have something to joke about, but it wasn’t coming as naturally as it normally did.
You’re gonna show me how to open a door with a nail, right? It took some time, but he managed to come up with something that wasn’t going to be awkward. I think I need to see what one of those movies are like. Okay, the attempt was pretty pathetic, but Fred could tell that Lee had been in pain, and he wanted to get him concentrated on something else. I don’t get it. We both agree that thinking is annoying and all..but you can just talk. You just do it. I don’t get it.. I don’t get you. It went without saying that they were both pretty lucky to have been dragged into this together, because they certainly had differences with the way they thought.
Using the one arm to push himself up (he had been kneeling. I dunno if I mentioned that. I am extremely formal in my posts, obviously), he got to his feet and looked around the room for the smallest indication of where they were.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 7, 2012 22:21:41 GMT -5
"Okay.. pretend.. pretending sounds good." He agreed hastily, this whole thing just.. crazy. Like, there was a point when you went past shock and the word to describe that? Um, look in a dictionary. Lee never would have thought of doing the whole water spell thing in this situation, but it was definitely useful for the whole preserving-their-sanity thing, and he also really needed to keep himself awake, becaaause getting two miles away from here required getting up again, which, not to lie, was really going to suck. Why'd you.. He smiled again. "Yeah..." He knew what Fred was thinking and Fred knew what he was thinking. There wasn't any need for words.
Then Fred explained what happened to him. "Shit." Obviously what had happened was a lot better than had Fred actually lost his arm, but even that couldn't have been fun to experience. He was definitely more concerned about it than Fred was himself. Not that that was surprising. "There should be a.. something... what is it.. um.. dammit.. Finite." He pointed his wand towards the arm Fred was testing, hoping that that was a good enough spell to help at least somewhat. He was about to drop his wand next to him again but instead stuck it in his pocket. As much as they went through to get those, he was not about to not have it on him in the event they needed to get running.
Fred was talking.. a lot, probably for his benefit. Which, he had to appreciate. A lot. He really just appreciated Fred in general right now. He didn't manage a response until he was sort of with it again and Fred brought up the escape from the room. And that was still kind of amusing. "Mhm, 'course." Yeah, after this, lock picking had definitely been bumped from his list of cool but useless skills to things-that-totally-come-in-handy. "We gotta watch one sometime... Not for a while though. They can be kinda gruesome." Obviously, Fred wouldn't have known that, but the more he thought about it, he was pretty sure he so do without seeing people get blown up in movies for a while. That, actually, would never be as cool again.
He wasn't sure if there was some secret to his thoughtless rambling (if there was he'd gladly share it) but it was probably for the better that Fred was Fred and Lee was Lee, at least right now. Had either of them been here alone, well he was pretty sure they never would have gotten this far. "Well you're not doing too bad a job of it." he joked. And it, wasn't as hard as he thought. The worse the situation got the more he was able to smile and joke about it. He didn't know why that was, how that worked, and he kind of didn't care either. Humor was a good defense. If they couldn't joke about it what could they do? If everything went wrong, and Fred was laughing at something he said, then everything wasn't wrong yet.
And everything wasn't wrong. The hard part was over. Now they just needed to figure out where they were, get out of there, and get back. Which sounded bad, but.. in comparison.. well nothing sounded bad in comparison to what had just happened. Fred got up. Okay, it was time to.. do something. "Lumos." Lee hadn't been sure how good idea the light would be since they were, ya know, trying to get out without any more problems. But they'd already been sitting talking and had there been anyone up here, he was pretty sure the blast would have caught their attention. Anyway, this hallway was a little less dark and creepy as the last one had been. (It was still dark and creepy. Just not as much). The walls were kind of.. blue. It looked like there might have been some sort of shelf or something on the wall in front of them and.. were those doors at the end? "'Ey, d'ya think we might be in someone house?"
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 7, 2012 23:07:56 GMT -5
Of course, Lee thought there was nothing wrong with what he did. Fred was not happy about it, but there was no use in arguing about it now. Yeah... he mocked light-heartedly as if to say you were that much of a crazy person and that's all you have to say? The Weasley knew that later, much later, after they were done dealing with their friends and family about this, he'd have a talk with Lee about how completely deranged that idea had been. The fact of the matter was, the deranged idea had worked, and that was that.
Fred had known there was a general counter spell, but he hadn't remembered the incantation. He hadn't realized how uncomfortable and distracting his arm situation had been until Lee pointed his wand and removed some of the damage. That's..brilliant. It felt calming as he gained slight feeling again,beginning by bending his fingers and eventually being able to move his elbow. The arm was a tad stiff, but he figured using it would fix that problem. He placed his wand back into his dominant hand and gripped it tightly, as if afraid of losing it again. He could tell that Lee had similar thoughts, keeping his wand close to him and hoping they wouldn't need them again for a while.
Fred nodded and was pretty sure he agreed with not wanting to see anything gruesome for a while, but there was no holding back the grin as Lee started to act more like himself. Lee was going to heal, Fred's arm was under his control, and they were back to joking as if it were breathing. Even being in a foreign and risky place, it was becoming easier to just be the friends that they were without worrying about holding any words back. He scoffed at Lee's response. I'd like to think so, it makes communication easier, he added, thinking about how much harder it had been to joke just seconds before.
As Lee made a light (which was an awesome idea that Fred had not thought of until that moment), Fred did the same, watching the tip of his wand begin to glow. Looking around, it did look like someone's house. Sure looks like it. If it is, there could be a fireplace. I bet there's floo powder somewhere around here. That could be our way out. But.. Okay, so he really didn't want to go venturing through the house. His explosion easily could have attracted some sort of attention, and needless to say, running into anyone was the last thing Fred wanted to do. He didn't even know if Lee could take another injury and recover very well, and the both of them were exhausted.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 8, 2012 2:20:16 GMT -5
Okay, so they'd determined that they were in a house.. which really wasn't a huge deal or anything since it was sort of obvious.. but Lee considered it progress none the less. And it definitely was progress when Fred mentioned floo powder. Apparently every wizarding home had a fireplace and so, as soon as they found it, they could just.. go back to the Burrow. "Mate, c'mon, we just ran into a room full of Death Eaters and came out of it alive. This - big empty hallway- the odds are kind of looking in our favor. If there was someone waiting for us up here, I'm pretty sure they'd've attacked before we started using common sense." Or, you know, before they'd even managed to heal each other. There was definitely a thought in the back of his mind that something horrible could still happen to them, but it was weighed out by the fact that they couldn't just stand around forever.
Lee got to his feet, much credit to the wall (and stayed on them, much credit to the wall. None at all to the floor, that was being much less cooprative.) He took a few steps, first to catch up with Fred, and then to walk ahead of him. "You ever been in a house like this before? Seems like this place could be half the size of Hogwarts." As much as he was exaggerating, he really wasn't exaggerating. Two floors (so far) both with long hallways and tons of rooms. He couldn't imagine living here. Where the hell would a fireplace hide from all the wack jobs that did?
The more he looked at the house, the more he could associate it with his owners. (Death Eaters were just overgrown Slytherin, pure-blooded gits after all.) This time when they got to the end of the hallway there weren't stairs but another door. "Whatcha think?" Generally, fireplaces were in living rooms, which weren't usually in hallways. Okay, lets be frank. There wasn't any possibility anywhere in Lee's mind that opening the door might have any sort of repercussions. It wasn't locked, it opened easily, but before he could get through the doorway a swarm of what looked like demented dragonflies appeared and jetted off in two groups directly at -oh that was bad- them.
Instinctively, the first thing he thought was to get away from them. That was before the surprise even registered. Before he dropped his wand and the light went out. And before he turned around to face a... wall. "Fred!" What the- where the hell- He wasn't there. No. No. It wasn't that Fred was there. It was that he'd stepped into the other room and now the door wasn't there. No no no, this wasn't happening. This was bad, this was bad, this was bad. And that was, that was not taking into consideration the creatures that were circling around attacking him. Lets just, take back that whole "easy part" thing, right now.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 8, 2012 11:26:15 GMT -5
Lee was right. They'd already done a lot to indicate their presence to other people in the house. If there was someone waiting for them, they had to've heard them by now. It was either believe that, or sit in the room and wait for some angry death eaters to come to the house and see what had happened to their friends. Besides, if they left the room, they were one step closer to getting back to the burrow. He watched Lee get up, and it clearly wasn't an easy task. Right.. we're leaving the room now.. wanna take that wall with you? It was partially a joke and partially concern with the fact that Lee looked like he was having trouble staying on his feet.
The twin shook his head. Been in one.. no. But Dad has, he's told us about it. I guess they're all the same.. huge, expensive, bloody creepy, mostly. Finding a fireplace was not going to be difficult if they could figure out how to navigate through the house. Their common sense led them to a door at the end of the hall. It just didn't seem likely that a living room area of some sort was going to branch off from the hallway. It was only logical that the door they wanted was right there. Looks pretty good to me, Fred said, eager to get on the other side. However, only one of them was going to get there.
As soon as Lee opened the door, it was hell all over again. The two were bombarded by what seemed like hundreds of tiny creatures. In an attempt to get away, Fred swatted at them (thank Merlin.. no.. thank Lee that he had two arms again) and stumbled into a wall right next to the -- where was it?! Dammit! The door was gone. So was Lee. Fred! Noooo, no, no, this was not good. Lee! The door's gone! Okay, Lee was probably very aware of that. Whatever, Fred was in a panic. Maybe they just couldn't see the door? He had long since dropped his wand which was somewhere at his feet in the darkness that now consumed the hall. Nah, forget it, the door was gone.
They. were. everywhere. They took away every last ounce of concentration. All over, Fred could feel them piercing his skin. The more he tried to get away, the more they began to close in on him. They were swarming around him faster than he could comprehend, and the rest of the room was becoming invisible from where he stood. All he could see was a blur of ..well..he had no idea what. Lee, he attempted to call out, sort of just wanting confirmation that Lee was still there, somewhere, on the other side of the wall. His voice was muffled by the noise of the creatures. One of them was going to have to come up with an idea without assistance from the other.
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