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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 9, 2012 23:16:09 GMT -5
It was the first time Molly had treated them like anything less than royalty since the whole unfortunate event happened nearly a week ago. Yea, Mum, we're awake, he mumbled, dragging his pillow over his head in attempt to block out the sound that was interrupting his slumber. It really wasn't pleasant to be awoken (thank you, eliza) by the sound of a mother's nagging voice. It was like being in a dream, skipping through a meadow when suddenly, the flowers turned into death eaters and dragged the subject of the dream off into a creepy house all because the peace was disturbed. He could still hear the nagging from under his pillow, as muffled as it was. We'll find it. Yup. It seemed like it took her minutes just to close the door again. She had recruited Fred and Lee for a quest to find a specific type of lizard scale in Diagon Alley for a meal she wanted to prepare. Apparently, it was necessary for the flavor to be strong, but Fred was pretty sure he didn't want to consume anything that used to be attached to a lizard.
The twin got up, readied himself by getting into clean clothes and such, and threw a pillow at Lee. Jordan, we're going on a quest. Get up. Still not sounding completely awake himself, Fred cleared his throat and looked out the small window. They could do it. They were capable of going to Diagon to pick something up (even though Fred was positive it wasn't going to be easy to find). They had to leave eventually. No, sir. Fred was not going to grow a beard in that room with Lee. They needed to get out, and move on. He wasn't particularly nervous about leaving-- it was more like a simple realization that it'd really be the first real trip out since it all happened. Nothing was going to go wrong. He went to his closet and grabbed two small pouches of floo powder. He and George usually remembered to take some before going out just in case they needed to get somewhere unexpectedly and they weren't always up for apparating. Catch, he said, tossing the pouch to Lee, his voice still slightly less obnoxious than usual. It was way too early for this.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 10, 2012 3:04:08 GMT -5
Mkay, you know that feeling when sounds from the real world start appearing in your dream and make absolutely no sense? Yeeeaaah. (Make no comment on my informality. Its forbidden.) At first, the voices weren't too big a deal. Then it sort of registered in Lee's brain that he was being spoken to (or at least, there was speaking going on close enough to him he automatically considered himself involved) and was probably supposed to be listening. He was awake for just long enough to dismiss Fred's claim, "No, we're not." and grin at Mrs. Weasley before dropping his head back on the pillow. It was Fred's mum. His friend clearly had the situation under control. Lee didn't really remember it, but he guessed he fell asleep again shortly after, because the next thing he knew, he was getting hit with Fred's pillow. G'morning to you too.
Morning. Fred. Quest. "Whadowegottado?" It probably would have helped his clarity not to be burying his head further into the pillow while he spoke, but that sort of smartness was reserved for a later hour of the day. Lee tossed the pillow back on Fred's bed and sat up, stalling a few seconds before actually getting up to get ready to.. do whatever it was that were roped into doing. He was obviously as eager (and awake) as Fred about the whole thing, and so besides not having a million and one things to say, he wasn't really thinking about the entails of their quest or what it meant for them.
He managed to be awake enough to catch the small bag Fred threw his way though. He examined it in his hand for a second. Floo powder. "You guys carry this stuff around? That's convenient." The last time they'd had a discussion about floo powder was during the.. well, the thing they weren't talking about. But.. if they were taking floo powder that meant.. oh, well, he supposed they really wouldn't be questing in the Burrow. That didn't make very much sense. They hadn't done much since the incident- well, as far as going out went. But, that had just been a sort of unspoken agreement. They could. They just hadn't wanted to, or needed to. It was pretty obvious to everyone they were getting kind of stir-crazy anyway, so, maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe it was. He slipped the bag into his pocket and grabbed shoes. "Ready? C'mon. This quest isn't so urgant we can't get coffee first, right?"
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 10, 2012 9:54:52 GMT -5
Lee-just-waking-up was pretty amusing to watch, but in Lee's defense, Fred would have done the same thing. The twin laughed at his friend as he began to wake up. Good morning. Take the pillow outta your mouth-- then talk. Even with the pillow, Fred could make out a little of what Lee had asked, and he was able to figure the rest out. It wasn't that hard to get. Mum wants the world's rarest lizard scale. I don't suggest eating here tonight. They could never tell if Molly's cooking was going to be good or not. It was usually an extreme of good or bad, which made it very risky business to try her food.
Watching Lee catch the powder, Fred nodded in response to his question. George's idea. But we only think of it when we go to Diagon Alley, but we don't always have it on us when we leave the house. He was thinking it, but saying it aloud was too much. That subject was nowhere near getting away from touchy. They hadn't said much about it since they landed right outside. In a way, Fred hoped that the conversation they had upon arriving would be the last one they ever had on the subject. Somehow, though, the subject kept pushing itself back into everything.
Coffee did not sound like a bad idea. Actually, it sounded awesome. Neither of the two were very awake yet. They weren't exactly 'rise with the sun' type people, and they'd had no reason to go to sleep or get up early in days. If Ron was dangling from a window, we'd have time to get coffee first. We'll stop in a coffeeshop before we look. I haven't even got the slightest clue where to begin. Finding the dang thing was going to take long enough, and Fred wasn't going to be getting much help from his friend if he didn't get him to wake up first. And so we set forth, he said, as if they were about to embark on the most important mission of all time. He walked unenthusiastically down the many stairs, grabbed powder from their hidden plant pot (he wasn't gonna waste what he had in his pocket), and stepped into the fireplace. Diagon Alley. Looking down the very long rows of shops, this was not going to be easy.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 10, 2012 20:29:48 GMT -5
Maybe he should have just thrown the pillow at Fred. It took a moment for Lee to convince himself that he'd really heard his friend say 'lizard' and then 'eating' and put the pieces together. That was.. um.. well, he'd form an opinion on that later. "I always thought those kinda things were reserved for potions. Can you even eat one without growing another head or something?" He raised an eyebrow. Really, that was a semi-serious question. Okay, so there were were parts of the world where eating reptiles was totally normal. And then there were parts it.. wasn't.
Lee just nodded to the whole explanation about the floo powder. He kind of regretted even bringing it up just because it stemmed this kind of awkwardness. A lot of things lately had been doing that, so you'd think they'd haave sort of.. known how to deal with it. They didn't. Still, he grinned and settled for replying, "George would think of that." And then there was a moment when they definitely both were on the same track with thoughts they had no intention of voicing out loud. He bit his lip and grinned again. Hi, mate. How ya doin'? This is awkward. We obviously don't have a problem.
The uncomfortableness didn't make it down the stairs though. That was the good thing about being them. "That's true.. But Ron's much less of a threat than your mum." Granted, in either situation they'd end up on the wrong end of an unhappy Mrs. Weasley. But that was something they could concern themselves with after they got coffee. When they were looking for the.. oh, they needed to know where to look. "Is there some store called Things You Never Thought You'd Actually Be Shopping For or something? I feel like that'd be an awesome universal wizards market."
They were downstairs and headed towards the fireplace. About to set forth, to embark on a quest of great adventure, submit themself to the deep abyss where hopefully they were return in- yeah, see, that kind of comment was only funny when you were ignorant enough to believe that it was impossible for a trip to Hogsmeade to end up anything like that. So.. he didn't say it out loud. He took some floo powder out of the stash and went after Fred, appearing in the too-crowded-for-that-time-of-morning street. You never really noticed how many shops there were until you had no idea where you were going. Which, granted, was sort of a normal thing in Diagon Alley. But it looked even worse now. Like, did people just not.. sleep? They needed to go away. "Why the hell are this many people even awake right now?" |
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 18, 2012 6:52:34 GMT -5
That would be Molly Weasley, headstrong about getting one specific ingredient..which happened to be the strangest and most unappealing food item ever to be mentioned. Okay..maybe not the most unappealing, but lizard was pretty high up on Fred's 'things-not-to-be-put-in-the-mouth' list. Regardless, Molly had asked them to go find it, and what Molly asked for, she got. See, I wouldn't know. I haven't actually consumed one--don't tell Mum. But I think Perce is hiding an extra head under his prefect badge, though. He's probably tried, and enjoyed lizard. Seems to have a liking for things people don't like. Staying sarcastic was the goal--being able to turn their situation into a joke had been a new appreciation of theirs. However, Fred could tell that Lee was having just as hard a time as he was staying off the awkward track after the whole floo powder comment. Fortunately, Lee did a good enough job responding, which Fred appreciated even more after realizing how the awkwardness had really been his fault in the first place. He thinks of everything. That's why I don't, he said, managing a laugh.
Lee had a small point. Molly was like a dragon, while Ron reminded Fred more of like.. a pygmypuff. But, they'd worry about the whole dragon encounter thing after they had a little fun. If they were going to Diagon Alley, they were going to do what they wanted while they were there. Granted, they weren't going to get anything done before getting coffee, even if it sounded like an unnecessary pitstop. There were going to be many stops along the way anyway, since neither of them had a clue where to even look. Lee asked a question, and Fred scoffed, wishing he could answer yes. Lee, there's no way that obnoxiously long name would fit on a shop window. If only it'd be that easy to find stuff in Hogsmeade.. it was nearly impossible to find an object without knowing where to look for it.
Good. Wonderful. They entered the alley and they couldn't even look a few stores down with the crowd of people blocking the way. Fred and Lee certainly were not in the mood for this. They obviously knew you were coming so they came out early. He stepped forward, eyeing the first coffeeshop in sight. Coffee, this way, he said to Lee, moving toward it while shoving through people. It wasn't until then that a small switch in Fred's mind seemed to flip. He was out, with Lee, and there were people everywhere. The more he started glancing at faces around him, the more started to look familiar, and more like specific faces he really didn't want to be seeing. Damn people, he muttered, reaching the shop in just under a minute. Maybe he'd feel better once he was caffeinated.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 24, 2012 23:17:11 GMT -5
Three-headed brothers, lizard scales for dinner, people dangling out of windows... Some things just only applied to the Weasley household. Luckily, it seemed the early hour hadn't crippled Fred and Lee's creative genius too much. (Although recently they'd been assured there was nothing capable of such a feat.) Lee was pretty sure with magic there was definitely some way of getting all that words on a store window, but he'd keep that one to himself (until, you know, the designs were done). They were at Diagon Alley now, and having a conversation was about as lost a cause as actually finding what you came for. (Every few seconds someone else's voice would cut through with some totally out of whack exclamation that would make you forget about whatever you were trying to say.)
"Ha ha." He rolled his eyes at Fred's statement, grinning in response, but it fell as soon as he went back to looking at the people around them. Coffee, this way. Right, right- goal. Do it. He followed Fred through the crowd, eyes shifting every so often to faces and then back. It sort of felt like in those movies (yes, we're back to that. they make good reference points, okay?!) when you were walking across a bridge and had to keep telling yourself not to look down, only to eventually look down anyway. Lee tried to keep his attention on the back of Fred's head; it just didn't work. At one point one of them looked so familiar as he walked past Lee actually stopped and did a three-sixty -- which ended up making him very awesomely walk into someone else. "Sorry. Sorry. My bad. Early morning. Backwards walking. Mistaken identities. You know." He didn't actually wait to see if the guy "knew", just hurried catch up with Fred (if this were to be an extended metaphor, a few planks on the bridge just shattered in front of him).
"Did you just- never mind. Me neither." He stopped himself mid sentence because there was really no reason to bring that up. If Fred wasn't freaking out about that right now that was good for him. Lee was not going to make him panic. Especially when he KNEW that the problem- wasn't actually a problem. (Unless there was some way for Death Eaters to like revive themselves and come back with a massive vengeance because THEN they would have a really really really big problem). Finally he pulled open the door to the coffee shop, to -yep, you guessed it. surprise, surprise- a super packed room of people who'd all apparently had the same bright idea as them. There was a sort of line, between the mess of crowd, that there were forced into as more people came through the door. (Current score: Zero points amazing Gryffindors. One for the vengeful Death Eater's spirits. As he'd learned the hard way, it was very, very difficult to fight with something that wasn't there.)
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 26, 2012 13:11:41 GMT -5
Walking through the sea of people was proving to be far more difficult than it should have been. On a good day, it was annoying to have to deal with a crowd, and this wasn’t turning out to be such a good day. Something felt off—like they weren’t ready to be there. As much as Fred wanted to know what was going on in Lee’s head, he wasn’t going to ask. Asking would do nothing more than put unnecessary ideas into his friend’s mind, making the simple situation worse for both of them. No, if Lee was doing fine, then Fred wasn’t going to bother him with any questions until he could think of a suitable topic to talk about. Surprisingly, soon enough, the Weasley’s curiosity was slightly answered with muttering from Lee. He didn’t make out what was said, but when he turned around quickly to check, his friend was just approaching him from behind, as if something had distracted him for a moment. Okay, something was clearly on his mind as well.
Did you just- never mind. Me neither. Sort of, he said, mostly just to indicate to Lee that he was not the only one thinking it. This was becoming a problem out of nowhere. It really wasn’t anything that should have been problematic, but they were making it out to be more than what it was. Just as the two were sort of shoved nonchalantly into a line, there was a shitty sense of being trapped and not being able to get away from people that was getting to be overwhelming. Having nothing to do but wait on line, and not being in much of a mood to spill his emotions out on Lee like the protagonist in a soap opera (not that Fred knew what that was), the twin’s eyes flickered from person to person as conversations were being formed all over the room.
Suddenly, what was slightly uncomfortable became magnified as another face nearby looked all too familiar to ignore. Of course, there wasn’t actually any threat, but Fred was still in the process of waking up, so logic wasn’t on his side. He quickly left the line after giving Lee’s arm a light tug in his direction. Once he exited the small shop, the words flooded from his lips faster than usual for him. I..uh..forgot. This coffee shop is horrid. They never put the right amount of ingredients in the drinks and they taste like polyjuice potion and the shop itself isn’t sanitary and drinking any coffee made by them would put you at risk of obtaining some sort of rare flesh-eating virus and then you’d die which would be..sort of really bad. He dragged his hand down his face in annoyance before continuing. There’s another shop a few blocks down from here. We can go there.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 26, 2012 17:51:49 GMT -5
Sort of. In a kind of selfish way, Lee was glad that Fred knew what he was talking about. (It was always good to know you weren't totally crazy. Or, they both were totally crazy. Either one) But as far as everything else went, all joking aside, they really weren't in a good place right now mentally. And the only way to make a bad mental place worse, was to be in a bad mental place and a bad physical place at the same time. Dark-lit-coffee-shop-ambiance full of people standing obnoxiously in front of the exit. Yeah, no. It was far from pleasant. Actually, it was far from even close to tolerable. Because it's my job to make obscene references, the pink elephant had just been dropped into the middle of the room. Normally, in a room like this, Fred and Lee would have loads to say about everything and everyone. Now, they didn't. Hell, just standing in line was taking effort. More effort than they were willing to spend.
Lee didn't want to be there. He really didn't. So when Fred motioned out the door, he did not need to have his arm twisted to follow. It was a little better outside, but honestly, not much. And then there was the nagging fact they'd been there for not even a few minutes. It was pretty obvious that Fred was making up the whole terrible-deadly-coffee-shop-of-evil thing, but, that was fine. (Get them out Preserve their dignity. S'all good. All good.) Under normal circumstances, he'd actually have been laughing. But these weren't normal circumstances. They could go to a million coffee shops. The flesh-eating-virus would travel. "And that one's gonna have rare blinding frog spawn bacteria and the loch ness monster hiding under the table." I mean, who the hell were they trying to fool. Sure, they could handle this. Of course. Why not? Ha. Ha. "Let's just.. let's get out of here for a while." |
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 26, 2012 18:56:42 GMT -5
We can handle it, he had said to his mother. Pfft. They couldn’t even buy some damn coffee. There they were, seventeen years old, a whole week after the incident, and they couldn’t stand on line in a coffee shop. Getting out was a relief, but Lee was right in that the problem was going to follow them no matter where they went. Completely appreciative that Lee seemed to be on the same brain waves as Fred, he felt a little more comfortable admitting that he was having a problem. Sounds good—we can wait out the chaotic wave of rare and air born diseases infesting Diagon this morning. When we think it’s safe to come back, we will. Just bein’ safe.. There was something about the relationship between Fred and Lee that allowed them to be able to nearly read each other’s minds without actually saying stuff out loud. Now that they both knew what was going on with the other, they could get out of there and clear their heads. That was really all they needed, considering it was their imaginations that were really causing all the conflict.
Now.. to figure out where to go. They didn’t want people, or noise, really. If they went back home for a bit, Molly would be all ‘You were there for ten minutes—why’d you leave?!’ Then, Fred would lie and she’d know and then she’d figure out the real reason and then she’d try to get him to share more of what happened a week ago (he had barely revealed anything) and it would just be a big mess. There was also the fact that the further they apparated, the higher risk they were at messing something up and getting splinched. So, that didn’t leave them many options. I’ve got a place. Here we go.. And again, he took Lee’s arm and the pair appeared in a relatively small clearing. The clearing was surrounded by forest, but they weren’t very far in. Fred and George had hung out there before while the rest of the family was shopping in the alley. It was a secluded area about a mile behind the edge of the shops.
Well, this is better. The alley’s not very far, in that direct-- Something was really wrong. They were in a peaceful place, and Fred had immediately felt calmer. However, before he could even get his sentence out, he could feel a horribly familiar numbness creeping up his arm. The outstretched arm he had used to point moments earlier slowly pulled in toward his body and fell at his side. I..can’t move my arm. It’s paralyzed.. The tone he spoke in wasn’t exactly panic.. it was more like confusion. The concern didn’t kick in until moments later when he realized that that’s what had happened in the evil crazy psychopathic house. If his arm was somehow numb again, then what kind of hell was Lee about to go through?
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 26, 2012 20:43:38 GMT -5
"Yep, safety first." Lee responded, just loud enough for Fred to hear, smiling a little bit at how messed up this all sounded on its own accord. And then how ironically not messed up it actually was. (Making sense is overrated.) Most of what they had to say went unsaid, but that wasn't new. Luckily, communication with each other had never been one of their bigger problems. They just.. figured it out. (Which was always fun for everyone else in the immediate area.) And in this situation, it couldn't have been more convenient. Lee wasn't sure where he wanted to go or where they even could go. As long as it wasn't where they currently were. Rather than talking about it though Fred just- okay- that was cool. They were making a habit out of this apparation thing after all.
He was a little more aware of what was going on than last time (which, may or may not have actually been an improvement). A little less surprised when they touched down at- oh, that was actually kind of surprising. "Hey, we landed on the ground this time." Fred definitely had a point too. The nice calm scene would have been one to admire if they weren't currently having a bigger problem. "But, learning how to apparate just got a whoole lot less appealing." He'd felt pretty shitty after last time, and even with magic things didn't just heal, but bloody hell. This wasn't normal. He might as well have just gotten Sectumsempraed again (which definitely wasn't on his life to-do list or anything). Then Fred said his arm was numb, the puzzle pieces went click, click, click, and... 2 to 0. Where were the freakin' snitch when you needed one? "This sucks more than words are gonna describe."
Good. Great. Fantastic. (To quote Freddie). They were away from one reminder of the day which shall not be named (puns, puns, puns, focus), and right in another. Almost immediately Lee looked around, expecting there to be some sort of real threat. Some kind of- someone doing this. They were alone though, however good that was, and everything looked.. normal. But he was pretty damn sure there was as much normal about randomly reoccurring spell effects as there was about disappearing doors and demon bees and death eaters all in one night. This situation was definitely, definitely worth alarm. "How's this even-".. possible? "What the hell happened?" Okay, so Fred wasn't exactly more likely to have any of these answers. What was that about intelligent questions? |
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 26, 2012 22:01:22 GMT -5
Very funny, said the twin in good humor in response to Lee’s comment. It went without saying that it was fifty bajillion times more difficult to apparate under pressure, and the last time they had done it, there was a shit load of pressure. So, yea, the second time was going to be better. Though, it was starting to look like apparating only caused more problems for them, and they weren’t the same problems that had sort of been expected. Lee was correct again. It sucked. What the hell.. The very last thing they needed was this situation after they were just starting to get over it. Okay, they still had a lot of work to do, but not nearly as much as they were going to have now. He really had no idea what to say. It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. It was like.. Candyland characters coming back to haunt them after they finished the game. They were supposed to be done once they won a game. This wasn’t freakin’ Jumanji.
Oh, hell no. This could not be happening. They were home..for a whole week. Nothing bad had happened to either of them—other than the craziness that came with living in the burrow. Fred looked at Lee with new concern. Are you.. do you have.. you alright? It was sort of an awkward question to get out, but something was clearly wrong with him, and it only seemed to make sense that Lee had Sectumsempra going on all over again (not that any of this made sense..). Lee had questions he was starting to ask, and Fred had no answers for any of them. This..is impossible. He took out his wand with his left hand, aiming it into the forest and looking around, expecting to see someone hiding. There’s got to be someone there. But..there wasn’t, and he realized this after a few seconds, lowering his wand again, only to be faced with a worse issue. He felt something in his fingers that loosened his grip on the wand, nearly causing it to slip out of his hand. The effects seemed to be spreading. Now, they needed to figure something out.
Okay, uuh, we sort of have a problem here.. and whatever the hell we do to get out of this, we’re not apparating.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 27, 2012 0:10:08 GMT -5
They had to be imagining this. It had to be in their heads. Sure, freaky bad things happened all the time. But this- this wasn't happening. Lee knew what Fred was asking; he just didn't know what the right answer was. It wasn't like last time where he'd been attacked by some invisible magic knife and was bleeding all over the place. He should have been just fine. Of course- overgrown Slytherins were dirty cheating bastards (...it was nice to get through that without McGonagall intervention). It wouldn't be surprising they did something like this. "Yeah... no.. I think.. no.. Yeah, definitely yeah." Lee wasn't even sure which answer meant which anymore. He was pretty sure Fred got the picture. Impossible. Completely. Utterly. Impossible. Ha. If this was impossible, they wouldn't be going through this shit right now. Again.
"I gotta politely disagree. It's possible. Definitely possible. Kind of happening, actually, if you hadn't noticed." And here they went again. The door's gone. Way to kill time. It was getting harder to pretend this was just no big deal. Atmosphere was everything and this time, there wasn't the adrenaline of some crazy psychopaths chasing them to keep them from acknowledging things. Hell, there weren't even any crazy psychopaths to blame this whole thing on. Again there was that toss up between being glad Fred also had no idea what was going on, also tried to raise his wand off to the forest, and being well- them not knowing what they were doing was not a good thing. There was nobody though. Because if there WAS somebody, they were gonna get their face messed up. "Are you okay? This is.. Ugh. Shit. Yeah, yeah, definitely not apparating. Now out of our other billion options... Who's turn was it to think again?"
He looked between Fred and the clearing. "We can't just.. like last time?" There were spells to get rid of everything. They didn't necessarily always work that well (*coughcough* i wonder what we're talking about) but.. another week was good. Lee would take another week. "I mean we can't just stay here." They'd just come to collect themselves and be safe. Now they needed to gather themselves and get the hell out. Gotta love those things that are easier said than done. |
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 27, 2012 16:43:06 GMT -5
He really didn’t expect a different answer when he asked Lee the question, but he had sort of been really hoping for a better one. Instead, his friend confirmed that there was something going on with him and Sectumsempra and all that fun stuff..but how could he possibly have a curse return to him without anyone around to cast it on him? Not to mention that he didn’t look like he was being covered with slashes like he had the last time. But..it doesn’t look like.. It really was impressive how little they could actually say and still be understood. Even so, that form of communication was extremely frustrating. Look, I’m just comin’ out with it. You’re not bleeding. But—it feels the same? It didn’t make any sense. He was just trying to make a connection with what was going on now to their time in the house a week ago, but none of the pieces were coming together. It was like trying to finish a puzzle when half of the little pieces of cardboard wouldn’t fit into the other shapes. And if Lee was going to start feeling that pain out of nowhere, they had to make those things fit.
I hadn’t—thanks for bringing it to my attention. There they were again, using sarcasm when it really wasn’t going to help. As messed up as the situation was, sitting around arguing over whether or not it was happening was a devastating waste of time. I’m brilliant. But it feels like whatever’s in my arm isn’t staying there. They really needed to figure out what was going on before they could fix it, and when Lee asked whose turn it was, Fred began to think. I dunno who we left off with, but we could just start a new game. First person to think of something is off the hook for round one. At that point, it seemed that they had to use any idea they could come up with, even if it seemed as simple as what Lee suggested next. S’worth a go.. Fred hadn’t even thought of the most obvious solution. Vulnera Sanentur.. He waited impatiently for a moment before asking, Well? With seemingly no physical effects, it wasn’t possible for Fred to tell if it had done anything.
Obviously, Lee was right in that they couldn't just stay there and let their symptoms get worse. But..it'd help if they knew where to go before they left. Agreed.. But I'm not seeing a useful alternative..
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Aug 27, 2012 22:20:17 GMT -5
You know, you'd almost think they'd be getting used to this. The way Fred and Rose pointed out the obvious, he had half a mind to remind them he was not blind, and happened to be very much aware of what was going on right in front of him... or what wasn't going on.. to him... in this situation. But then again, if he wasn't seeing it for himself, he'd be having a hell of a hard time believing that he didn't look as bad as he did last time. Magic normally didn't make a whole lot of sense. But this was a new level. Thank god for Fred's ability to mind read. "Yeah, that's what I was getting at."
This whole lets-be-sarcastic-and-argue-over-the-same-thing-in-a-totally-non-argumentative-way-because-that's-obviously-an-appropriate-way-to-be-handling-things wasn't called for. But what else could they do? I mean, there was always What Would Rose Do.. but those alternatives were never very fun. The Candyland board might as well just turn into a pit of lava and spikes or something now. "You're totally welcome. Don't even mention it." So, apparently having the curses done to them a second time (theoretically, whatever) wasn't bad enough. They actually had to be getting worse. And, kind of quickly. "That's.. not good. That's really, really not good."
Fred decided to try his (semi)idea of just duplicating their last solution. He waited for it to start working and.. yeah, you knew that wasn't going to happen. Well. "Do you want the... that-worked-and-everything's-all-better-so-lemme-just-do-you-and-we-can-get-out-of-here-and-pretend-this-didn't-just-happen answer, or.. what's actually goin' on?" He bit on his lip and half smiled. They were- they were so, SO royally screwed. "Okay... Well... we're not staying here. And we're not apparating. Considering that I don't see a car or any brooms or anything I'm gonna say that after carefully weighing all of out options, walking sounds a little bit better than walking."
The fact of the matter was that whatever they did they needed to do sort of quickly. It was easy enough to think that.. this couldn't actually be that serious, but, then again, the laws of currently-happening sort of out weighed the should-have been happening. As he'd already said. "Ya know I'm starting to think apparating to the middle of nowhere was about as good an idea as degnoming the garden. What about you?" So they were just going to.. go. Somewhere. And solve this problem. Which definitely wasn't disproportionately unsolvable. "Also, if we don't figure this out soon, Rose is gonna kill us. But I mean, no pressure. Unless..pressure helps? Still.. thinking. Starting to. You've got something right?" |
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Aug 28, 2012 0:00:29 GMT -5
Okay. I just wanted to start this post off with “okay”. Anyway, the sarcasm was reaching a completely obnoxious level in which they were only being sarcastic for the sake of saying something. Fred knew Lee well enough to know that the snarky remarks were coming from his frustration and quite frankly, they were both going to feel better about everything if they could continue to argue about stuff they weren’t arguing about. Yea, I know. No sense. That’s what you get for trying to follow a Fred/Lee situation. Fred didn’t really get it either. All he knew was that Lee had a response for everything he managed to say, but it was strangely comforting to know that they were capable of keeping the conversation so casual during such a suckish conflict.
Fred was very well aware of it every time he said something that was painfully obvious, but that wasn’t going to stop him from doing it. Well, yanno, just keeping us on the same page here.. wouldn’t want a misunderstanding with all this nonsensical rambling going on. And in the midst of all that nonsensical ramble, Fred had been informed that Lee was experiencing symptoms of a curse that.. like.. wasn’t cast on him. Okay, so we’re fighting a curse that isn’t really a curse. How the hell.. are we supposed to do that? Yea, like Lee would know.
Now, it was Lee’s turn to state the obvious. Shit, really? I was really hoping to be like some freakish statue person in a few hours. As much as it may have sounded, Fred wasn’t exactly trying to out-sass Lee. Really, he was freaked out, about everything, which was why he knew that Lee must have been freaked out too. If the weird random curse things were getting worse, neither of them had a lot of time to be productive. Anyone who knew those two was well aware that productivity was not an easy task for them, and trying to achieve it under a time limit was about as useless as trying to get Percy to play Candyland. I mean.. we’re talking about two guys who spent about fifteen minutes in Diagon Alley and managed to get through absolutely nothing.
Dammit.. It didn’t work. Happy? He thought it instead of saying it. But that really did suck. A lot. For the tiniest moment, they had a possible solution. Now, they were back to not the slightest seed of a clue how to help each other. In the back of Fred’s mind, he knew it wasn’t going to work—I mean, why would it? The world seemed to hate them lately. But.. it wasn’t nice to have that reality solidified. Just..don’t answer that question altogether. Please, he said, barely able to return his friend’s half-smile. The ginger shrugged, nodded, and forced himself to aimlessly take a few steps. Walking, it is.
Time was flying by and they needed to do something. The more the whole thing sunk in, the more it seemed like these two never had any good ideas. Yeaa.. definitely doesn’t make my list of brilliant ideas. Not that staying there would have been any better. As annoying as this was, Fred knew for a fact that he did not want to be back where they had been before. That was insanely inconvenient. Rose really doesn’t hafta know about this. We’ve got plenty of time to come up with a cover story if we’re walking outta here. He shook his head at Lee’s question. Nothing.
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