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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 15, 2012 11:53:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, how much would that suck?" Not knowing what the other one was talking about? They'd probably be dead already. Eventually they were going to run out of stupid obvious things to say. Not today though. Today they seemed to have a nice built up list. Okay, so we’re fighting a curse that isn’t really a curse. How the hell.. "..does this stuff manage to always happen to us?" Lee figured he'd try out that joking thing one more time. He knew what Fred was really trying to ask, but his guess was as good as anyone's. And when I say anyone, I mean anyone who has absolutely no idea what they're talking about. "I dunno. Guess the universe is jealous or something."
Fred did manage to out-sass him. But Lee hardly appreciated it. "Not even funny, mate." He shot him a sort of disbelieving look. He knew exactly why Fred was doing what he was doing, but the thought of his friend turning into a statue was sort of- no, no no no. Well you couldn't blame him for being concerned. "I mean, what are we gonna do if- I don't know what we're gonna do." He had one idea. And that hadn't worked. Don't answer, don't- just walk. Eventually, they'd end up somewhere.
At least they didn't have to walk in silence. "Yeah, we could have had this and that. On the birght side." Man, as much as people might have been sort of.. helpful, Lee was glad they were experiencing this somewhere they were at least kind of comfortable.. sort of.. maybe.. maybe not.. maybe.. yeah, whatever. It was a bright side. Why? Because they said so. So there.
"I guess we'll hafta start thinking. Could always say we were trying to perfect that awesome plan of ours. Bloody hell, I bet she'd be all for running around a booby trapped house. Couldn't even- bloody hell." He cut himself off, slowing down. Stupid curse was.. distracting (talk about an understatement). Dismissing it as nothing with a gesture to Fred, he tried to focus on thinking of their brilliant plan of action. (Who was that, who said if you thought about something long enough it would come true? Yeah, he was an idiot..)
Nothing. Well, the only place to go from here was up.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Sept 15, 2012 12:03:12 GMT -5
How much would that suck? A lot, but it’d be typical to have that problem on top of everything else. The universe didn’t seem to care how many issues and of what proportions those two were dealing with at the same time. Luckily, if there was anything they could do no matter what, it was talk. As long as they could do the whole mind-reading thing, They’d have the communication down. Yea, that.. he said as Lee finished his question. There were a lot of potential endings to that sentence, and what Lee said was an acceptable choice. Jealous? The universe is being a right git then. If the universe was jealous, which was likely (I mean, they’re them), it really wasn’t being fair about it.
Yeaaa, it wasn’t funny. There wasn’t a lot that was funny at the moment. Right, sorry. Sort of just hoping something ends up being funny. This is horrible. Don’t freak Lee out. It was too late for that, but the least he could do was try to make things a little better. We’re gonna figure it out, mate. We have to, and we always do. They didn’t have many bright sides at all. They were sort of stuck under a cloud that wouldn’t just go somewhere else. There was nothing bright about it. The fact that they were alone together just made things slightly less dark, even though it was also one of their biggest current problems.
Rose was not someone Fred wanted to be thinking about. That was unnecessary stress right there. No matter what they told her, she wasn’t going to approve, whether it was the truth or not. Fred listened to Lee’s point, but he had pretty much forgotten it by the time Lee was finished. Now, Fred was freaked out.. okay, like ten times more than he was before. Lee didn’t complain, which was why Fred knew something was wrong when he slowed down. He knew Lee didn’t want what he had done to be noticeable, but it was and that was all there was to it. Are you alright?? Fred shook his head, frustrated. I know, I know, dumb question. Bloody hell.. we can’t do something to help without knowing what it is we’re dealing with.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Sept 15, 2012 19:37:16 GMT -5
The universe was being a right git. But in all fairness, it really wasn't all the universe's fault... And you couldn't exactly do anything to get back at the universe either. (Not that you could, ya know, get back at dead Death Eaters either. I mean there was always their friends but MORE trouble didn't exactly seem like a profitable solution right now)
"Yeah, something else maybe. And we don't exactly have a choice. I mean I'm sure we'll- yeah.. yeah, always." Nope, he didn't believe a word that was coming out of his mouth and if Fred did.. then Fred had a lot more optimism and a lot less fear than him at the moment and that was awesome. "Cause this kind of stuff happens to us so often." That was supposed to be sarcastic. (I mean, this was nothing like the trouble they normally got in and out of) but "I mean.. lately... it kind of has been.. hasn't it.. yeah.. okay."
Lee wanted to talk about Rose about as much as Fred did. It wasn't so much a point he was trying to make in the conversation as it was the point that they needed to be having a conversation. But then he messed that up. He stopped walking completely for a second (I mean, since since it was kind of obvious anyway. BFF mind reading had its upsides and its down ones) before going off again like nothing happened, "Brilliant. Amazing. You can't 'dumb question' yourself. Then I have nothing to say."
Okay, focus. Focus. They were working on a solution to the problem now. Well, okay, they were restating the same thing they'd just said in different words so it sounded like they were coming to a solution. But they weren't really. Just stating the obvious. Better than stating nothing, he supposed. "We know that the problem is that we have absolutely no idea what the problem is. Sounds like serious progress. Hey-hey, look, whats that?" You'd think after the whole door experience Lee would refrain from touching... anything.. he didn't know what it was. But then again, after the whole door experience, you actually probably would know enough not to think that. So, he went to check it out. And -wait for it... you didn't see this coming... time to blame the universe- POOF
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Oct 15, 2012 11:24:47 GMT -5
Okay. For the record, optimism was not a very abundant element in Fred’s mind at the moment. He was simply trying to keep away from the ‘good we’re gonna die because we don’t know what we’re doing’ mindset. Well, lately, it really does. It always has, just not this damn extreme. They always fixed problems together (the problems were caused by..them..but that was not the point) and they could fix this one..if they could figure out what the problem was. Yeaaa…we already knew that. Just saying it again. He nodded as his friend rambled and came to the conclusion that Fred was sort of right. Of course he was right.
Conversation was still happening, but it was starting to become redundant. It sort of started becoming redundant like..hours ago, but nobody’s keeping track. However, at that moment, any chance of conversation that they were getting was shattered. Do you need to stop for a minute? It was getting too difficult to hide the concern, as much as he knew Lee didn’t want to see that. Sorry. Backing up.. didn’t say it. Insult me for it, by all means. Maybe it’ll be distracting for a bit.. In all of his sarcasm, he was 100% serious. He’d take anything in order to be distracted. What sucked about the situation was that as much as he wanted the distraction, getting off task was going to make everything worse..if that was possible.
Before Fred could respond, Lee directed his attention to an object that was really..out of place. In their defense, the conversation was going absolutely nowhere, but touching an object in the middle of nowhere was the worst possible thing they could have done. Really, it was a dumbass move. Granted, it didn’t seem likely that there was anything wrong with it. They needed a solution so they really needed to check everything out. Checking this particular object out may have caused them a bigger issue. POOF. Remember that method they use when they come to a harsh realization? He was about to use it again. It was a bloody portkey! Damn..damn..damn.. Of course it was. Before, Fred knew where they were. Now? Not so sure..
Where were they?
Ooc: hi I’m posting this so I can delete it from my documents.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Dec 2, 2012 11:45:52 GMT -5
Yeah, so Fred and Lee were actually sort of experts on getting out of trouble..but that's only because they were so good at getting into it in the first place. It was hard to even imagine how they could get out of this one because this kind of trouble... okay, this kind of trouble wasn't even supposed to be possible. Even Fred had no idea what was going on. Repeat that sentence a few times. that didn't happen. Well, lately, it really does. It always has, just not this damn extreme. It was hard to think of a witty enough response to be appropriate in the situation (can't ask who the heck they managed to piss off- Lee knew the answer to that one). And you'd think things could only get better.
Uh, if you thought things were about to get better... Leave. Go away. Stop reading right now. Or in Fred's case, Lee'd really been hoping that he would just drop it and pretend nothing happened even though that obviously wasn’t the case. "Yeah, cause we've got all the time in the world to sit around and do nothing right now." Okay, seriously, the sass contest was over, but it was getting worse, and taking a break wasn't gonna help anything. Ti(i-i-i)me was not on their side (no it wasn't). Sorry. Backing up.. didn’t say it. Insult me for it, by all means. Maybe it’ll be distracting for a bit.. He gave Fred a look that clearly said "you can't do that EITHER". it was easy to be sarcastic when you knew that the other person wasn't like..looking forward to it. Pressure much... Shit..."Well now I got nothing." Stupid, frustrating situation.
All they wanted was a distraction and... technically, Lee did pull through. The last thing he had expected when he picked up the item was for it to take them anywhere. AS soon as they arrived at the unfamiliar place he dropped it and stepped away like it was on fire. First check was that Fred was there too. If he hadn't have been- it didn't matter, he was. "Shit..Bloody hell. I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, undo, i didn't mean to- why the hell did you let me do that?" Now everything sucked and they had no idea where they were. Port keys, floo powder, it didn't make a damn difference (obviously, everything was the fault of magical transportation. It was dumb. People were lazy). It was like being back at Diagon Alley... although, the place was most certainly not Diagon Alley or any place Lee had ever been before (they'd been trying to get back to the Anney so had they ended up there..yeah, that couldn't have happened). But it had the same shitty sense of too many people and too much happening and that had been a problem before any of this started.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Dec 2, 2012 12:52:26 GMT -5
Honestly, if you asked Fred, they did have all the time in the world for Lee to collect himself for like..two seconds. It’d have been different if he wasn’t having difficulty concentrating or walking but that wasn’t the case. He was having difficulty and clearly the situation called for an immense amount of concentration from both people involved. What frustrated him was that he knew Lee wasn’t going to be honest about the severity of his current situation, so that ruled out admitting he wanted to stop. Fred also knew that he did want to stop, however he realized that it wasn’t a good idea. That was where the two disagreed. Nothing’s going to get done right now if you’re.. distracted. Okay.. Lee was always distracted. You win. Just be bloody careful.
If it had crossed Fred’s mind that said unnamed object was a portkey, he’d have made sure it wasn’t touched. However, anything could be a portkey, so walking around worrying about what not to touch all the time wasn’t something that he did. Without warning, Lee picked it up and they were suddenly somewhere else and the first thing Fred did was made sure Lee was there. He looked around—check. Moving on.. the ginger looked from one side of his view to another, frantically realizing that he didn’t recognize anything. Lee freaked out and Fred shook his head. Jordan, I’d have touched it if you didn’t. We were getting here one way or another. Lee got to it first, but it wasn’t his fault they had poofed. Everyone knows that the poofing would have been avoided at all costs by Lee had it been an option.
The first concern was that the whole freaky apparating side effects thing was still happening, that it was slowly getting worse, and that now they had no idea how to get anywhere for help. Help hadn’t even been an option before—they were going to fix it on their own. Now.. it was evident that that wasn’t going to happen. Being alone in the middle of nowhere, the help thing wasn’t going to happen either. He slowly ran two of his fingers down his arm before giving Lee a ‘you’re gonna kill me but I have to say it anyway’ look. I..think we have to apparate.
Before Lee had a chance to respond, Fred blurted out more. And before you disagree.. we could apparate back. If we know where we’re going, the worst that will happen is that we get worse in a place where someone will know what to do. He looked around again, hoping to find an alternative solution so they didn’t have to take his suggestion. I’m not seeing another option, but I’d love it if you happened to have one. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience and even Fred wasn’t looking forward to apparating again.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Dec 2, 2012 23:46:16 GMT -5
Just for the record, Lee wasn't being honest about the severity of his situation because he didn't exactly know how severe his situation was. Yeah, there was obviously something very wrong (and we know this because- well, if there wasn't, then what the hell have be been talking about for the past page?) but it's possible the entire thing was in his head, and while it definitely sucked, and he really wanted it gone as soon as possible, it wasn't nearly as concerning as Fred turning into a statue person. So, that's the answer to the question Fred didn't ask. Moving on.
. Nothing’s going to get done right now if you’re.. distracted. Had Fred picked any other word, he might have had a solid case, but if they couldn't get anything done while Lee was distracted, to two of them probably would have still be on the train in first year. Lee was extremely satisfied at his declared victory until he realized that... they were playing this board game as a team, and Fred saying he won meant absolutely nothing. Oh, and, if there was ever a good time not to be completely distracted by their pointless score and turn keeping- now was a good time. He wasn't even going to bother questioning Fred on the definition of 'bloody careful' - or how that even applied to their situation. Back to joking (one day it was going to prove easier than breathing) "I'm always bloody careful."
Okay, so maybe 'careful' would have been checking out what he was holding BEFORE picking it up- not that it really helped you identify a portkey or anything. (Lets face it, there was no way between the two of them they weren't going to have ended up ... wherever they ended up.) Lee knew that Fred was right, but the knowledge really didn't calm him down. "Yeah, but it's never you." Whoevers fault it was (and it sure wasn't Fred's) that they got there, they were still there, that was still a problem, and Lee had absolutely no idea how they could possibly get back. Fred did, but on a list ranging from the brilliant idea of redecorating Umbrdige's office with colors that made you think of Snape on a bad day to the ever memorable death-defying Tree Surfing experience (which was actually dead tied for worse idea ever with degnoming the garden- however that last one was a little too fresh and irritating to rank fairly at the moment), this idea was completely off the deep end of the chart and easily the worst one either of them had ever had as far as knowing before hand that there were a million and one things that could (and very likely would) go horribly horribly wrong. Fred was the one who said that whatever they did it shouldn't have involved apparating and if it was up to Lee, the two of them would never poof anywhere again, ever, ever. However, being it was their only idea, there really wasn't much premise to argue.
"You know a place where someone will know what to do?" He asked, thinking it over. He wasn't hesitant to go along with Fred's idea as much as he was to do..well, just about anything at this point. He didn't know of a place to go. If Fred did, maybe it was worth exacerbating the problem a little bit more (what was one more time going to hurt after everything they'd just done?). It still wasn't a good idea- but Lee was slowley managing to convince himself. After all, they'd only had three things going for them before. They knew where they were, where they were going, and the direction in between. Now? Yeah-- nothing. "I don't, and we can't stay here... Maybe it'll all reverse itself when we apparate again and we'll find out this whole day just never happened. Ha." Yeah, that was a little to ridiculous to believe, not because it was the craziest thing they'd ever heard or anything, just because... good things like that didn't happen to them. "I don't like it.. but I got ya. Lets go."
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Dec 3, 2012 23:28:56 GMT -5
I’m always bloody careful. Mhm.. he responded with a little bit of sarcasm. Lee wasn’t always careful, but that wasn’t where the sarcasm was coming from because Fred knew there wasn’t much he could do about what wasn’t actually there. The sarcasm was more so coming from Fred’s lack of satisfaction with the agreement that they weren’t going to stop for him. He wanted to stop for Lee and he wanted him to be back to normal and it was immensely stressful that they weren’t making any progress. But Lee was right—they didn’t really have the time to stop.
So naturally, Lee was freaking out. Fred would have too if it was him.. but it never was as long as Lee was there. Not when you’re with me, no. But just because you’re faster than me doesn’t mean it’s not me when I’m with George. That wasn’t important, anyway. They could figure out whose fault it was and it wasn’t going to determine whose job it was to think of a solution. Doesn’t matter anyway. Let’s just..figure something out.. And then he sort of did figure something out.. but whether or not it was going to benefit them very much right away was unknown at the moment.
You know a place where someone will know what to do? Uum..other than home.. Not really.. but it didn’t matter because they needed to try it anyway. I know a place that’ll have the information we need.. but going there isn’t going to be fun. Because they were having the time of their lives currently and it’d be a shame to interrupt that. Knockturn Alley was like the land of the death eaters, so anything that they knew would be in a Knockturn bookstore. Anything they needed to fix their problem would more than likely be in Knockturn as well. It was all Fred could manage to think up. Lee agreed, like he had much of a choice, and Fred did what he needed to do.
They apparated and appeared in the middle of a very empty walkway. There didn’t seem to be many people out which was undoubtedly the best luck they’d had all day. Of course with good luck, luck about a billion times worse had to come with it. Moments after they appeared, Fred’s wand slipped out of his hand and he caught it quickly with the other. He glanced at Lee, clearly aggravated and freaked out and at that point in which it was pointless to hide it. Please tell me yours hasn’t gotten worse. He wasn’t really sure he wanted Lee’s sarcastic response to that. Without waiting for it, he raised his wand slowly and said Point me. He then started walking in the direction in which his wand was pointing. None of the Weasley children were allowed to go there, so he had no more of a clue where to look than Lee did. We’re going to a bookstore.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Dec 4, 2012 23:36:29 GMT -5
Just because you’re faster than me doesn't mean it’s not me when I’m with George. That was true. Poor George. He had to deal with both of them. Then again.. it wasn't like George was ever there when they got into these situations. If George was there, they probably wouldn't have gotten into these situation. They probably never would have went to degnome the garden. So obviously the whole thing was George's fault. "Things don't go this wrong when you're with George." Unless, you know, Fred was holding out good stories from him. Or...not so good stories. Or... why the bloody hell was focusing so difficult? "Yeah, you're right. Let's..something.."
And that 'something' was more 'what could possibly go wrong' than Lee thought. The more Fred talked about this idea..the more it sounded like something they shouldn't have been doing. It was kind of like..hitting rock bottom..and then finding out there was a basement. And the basement was the dark, depressing, death eater fraught Diagon Alley alternative in which they were expected to read books to solve their problems. Lee was pretty sure they would have had more luck were they dueling the gits who did this to them in the first place. Well..until they you know landed.."Bloody hell.." Yeah, this was awesome. Totally worth the trip. It definitely wasn't a secret by this point that he wasn't okay so he was just waiting for Fred to point it out, although it was clear Fred was having his own problems. "Is your- can you...?" he motioned to Fred's arm. 'Please tell me yours hasn't gotten worse.' "Uhhuh and I have a date with the queen in ten minutes."
Okay.. bookstore..bookstore..store which sells books.. It was like trying to look for the fire place in the house again (although they didn't use Point Me last time.. that would have been helpful) and this time Lee wasn't gonna touch anything. Seriously, hands in his pockets. He wasn't gonna look at anyone, he wasn't gonna say anything- luckily the completely horrible situation was making that easier than it normally would have been. Finally they were standing in front of the doors. "Do you even know what we're looking for?"
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Dec 5, 2012 20:07:16 GMT -5
It was true that Fred didn’t usually get into those kinds of situations with George.. but that was only because George was too careful all the time and he planned stuff out in advance (because apparently people still do that) and because of that, there was a lot that they weren’t able to do. It could be a bad or a good thing.. depends on how you looked at it. You’re right, they don’t. Because we’re both more prone to disaster than he is. Both of us. Fred would kid around with Lee forever about how everything was always his fault, but he’d never actually believe it (and if you ask him out loud he won’t admit it). The fact that Lee was going to take the blame was something that Fred found to be absolutely ridiculous. He at least got Lee to agree with him.. but that was before he really understood what Fred had in mind. Knowing that arguing about it would only result in a waste of time, he apparated them and yet again, they were gone. Moments later, they appeared in Knockturn Alley, probably the last place Fred currently wanted to be.
Of course, it wasn’t helping that they had other problems on top of being in Knockturn. Bloody hell.. Bloody hell was right. Fred looked at Lee with concern as they landed. It wasn’t looking like either of them could take much more apparating. Is your- can you…? It wasn’t that hard to fill in the blanks.. but maybe that was the whole epic mind reading ability talking. He tried to lift his right hand unsuccessfully before responding. Yea.. no. That was bad. That was really bad. Uhhuh and I have a date with the queen in ten minutes. Shit, Lee, was all he could think of in response. He wanted to suggest that Lee sit down or something, but he knew Lee would refuse and he also knew that sitting down wasn’t going to do anything. The worst part about the situation was that they were going to need to apparate at least one more time.
A book, Hence the whole bookstore idea. It’s a hex, and it’s going to be in one of the books here. And it really has to be here because we need to apparate to leave. Sugar coating? Nah, there was no point anymore. Fred was pretty sure that Lee would get the significance of that because after they got out of this, it was probably going to be nearly impossible to get him to apparate for anything again. They reached the dimly lit store and Fred immediately headed toward the back (getting stared at by the clerk wasn’t on his to-do list). There were way too many books in the room to have to look for a book manually. Accio hex book..? When a thick book came flying over, he dropped his wand in order to catch it and drop it onto a small table. Can’t believe that worked, he muttered before picking his wand up from the floor, eyeing his hands, and then eyeing Lee. It’d.. probably be faster if you did it.. Good. Lee and a book. That wasn’t going to go over well.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Dec 7, 2012 18:54:26 GMT -5
'You're right.' ..Hadn't Lee just said that? You know something's wrong when Fred and Lee start throwing 'you're right's around all over the place. It was true, the two of them were probably more prone to disaster then the next five people they knew combined, but it really didn't change the fact that he touched the stupid portkey (and while we're at it, the demon door which made them have to apparate in the first place. and the lets go outside idea- yeup.) At this point he just needed someone to blame for this shitty and getting shittier situation, and the Death Eaters were dead and it wasn't Fred's fault. (Every apparating incident in the future would be Fred's fault though, just sayin.)
So now they were in Knockturn. Good. Great. Fantastic. Fred couldn't use one of his arms. Lee felt like shit. And they were talking in like two word sentences. 'A book.' No shit Sherlock. Lee had kind of meant more like 'what kind of book' or 'what IN the book' or something that might actually help them, but it was Fred's idea and Fred seemed to know what he was doing so Lee was just going to follow him. The books on the shelf all looked exactly the same and he had no idea how they were going to find the right one except, apparently, Fred did actually know what he was doing- at least he managed to get a book off the shelf and onto a table in front of them. Maybe this was going to get somewhere. It’d.. probably be faster if you did it..' Oooor...not.
Well that was great. "Right...okay.." He opened the book. You know when you're about to have a big test and you think that opening the textbook might be a good idea before hand but all the words look like they're in some foreign language and you're reading but retaining absolutely nothing. Yeah, that's what this was like. Plus, it was a death eater book, so reading it at all just felt entirely wrong. He mindlessly flipped a few more pages. To much writing, not enough pictures, no spells he'd ever heard of. "Shit, Fred, I don't know what I'm looking for." Okay, so it was pretty clear that neither of them knew exactly what they were dealing with, but Lee hadn't even known it was a hex. Unless there was a big picture showing apparating gone wrong and a bunch of laughing evil people- yeah, this obviously wasn't going very well.
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Dec 12, 2012 0:10:37 GMT -5
There was a lot of you’re righting going on here. It was scarily out of character for them and it meant that they really weren’t thinking very clearly. I mean, when you’re Fred and Lee, you don’t admit how right the other person is. This is just common sense. This is why by default, apparating-related issues were Fred’s fault and everything else was split sixty/forty, Lee in the lead. When you get into trouble as much as they do, it’s good to work out a blaming system of some sort.
They weren’t talking much, they both were reaching breaking points, and they had no clue what to do. This was going to be the trip of their lives, clearly. I, personally, blame Percy for all this because Molly really should be asking a more responsible son to go pick things up in the alley and we can’t blame Molly because Percy is a choice and he’s usually the right answer. Anyway, so I guess Lee was expecting Fred to spontaneously fix everything at once but that was not going to happen because the universe hates them.
Fred knew Lee was nervous.. or whatever the Lee equivalent to nervous is. He knew it—it was obvious. He had a damn good reason to be nervous, but it wasn’t going to help him find what they needed. Fred tried to skim over the page titles as Lee flipped but nothing was looking relevant to their situation. Shit, Fred, I don’t know what I’m looking for. Jordan, we’ll find it. Something like.. reoccurrence of a hex by triggers. Apparation is our trigger.. It had to be in there somewhere. They just didn’t know what words to look for.
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Post by LEE JORDAN on Dec 24, 2012 0:08:57 GMT -5
Fred seemed really confident that they were going to figure it out (either that or Lee was just really, really unconfident..which according to spell check isn't actually a word but whatever). At this point, he just didn't see how it was going to be possible for them to- not only somehow by some strange miracle where the universe decided to do something nice for them actually figure out what the problem was, but they were going to need to FIX it.. and they kind of needed to get on that, like soon.
Lee stayed on the pages a little bit longer when he noticed that Fred was looking too, but they still went through most of the book without finding anything that even vaguely resembled their situation. "We don't even know if its in here. How often do we find things in book? Exactly." Frustrated, he shut the book (which was seriously unhelpful in ever way but.. it seemed like a good enough idea at the time). Jordan, we’ll find it. Something like.. reoccurrence of a hex by triggers. Apparation is our trigger..
You cast hexes on things, so what the hell was this- a hex on a hex? A repeating... reoccurring..he tried to think of all the words that might have been applicable (why did they all start with 'r's?...not that that was what he was thinking about, nope). "Fred!" Uh-huh, right- inside voices, death eater book store. Still, he thought he had something. "Okay, you know that spell that makes the last spell that someone cast cast back on them.. or something.. what if it was like that?"
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Post by FRED WEASLEY on Dec 29, 2012 20:26:02 GMT -5
As Lee searched page by page, Fred wasn’t seeing anything. It was filled with words and after a few minutes they all sort of just blended together (which sort of happened with all books all the time for him but this was not the time for that). We don’t even know if it’s in here. How often do we find things in book? Exactly. Okay, so he was right, and the odds of them finding anything in that book were slim to none, but Fred wasn’t about to come up with a better idea. Well.. we don’t tend to find things in a book. But it’s got to be in there.. If it was, they’d never know. Lee closed the book out of frustration and Fred didn’t really blame him. Under normal circumstances absent of pressure and stress, it would have been hard to find anything specific in that book.
And then Lee nearly gave him a heart attack. Fred! What?! Jeez.. it wasn’t even so much that they were in a death eater infested area. While you were dealing with a curse that wasn’t a curse and it was messing you up more and more with every passing second, you didn’t just Fred! because that could have been a Fred! It’s getting worse or a Fred! The clerk is watching us suspiciously. And then Lee returned to his “inside voice” which was bullshit because Lee Jordan didn’t own an inside voice and they seemed to be sold out every time he went to look for one.
Lee’s inside voice was onto something.. but that boy was pretty damn lucky that he was with the only exception to the ‘nobody ever knows what Lee’s talking about’ rule. Okay, you know that spell that makes the last spell that someone cast cast back on them..or something.. what if it was like that? Lee.. how the bloody hell could anyone know what you’re.. Protego! Yea, now he was the one not using his inside voice. Jordan, it’s Protego. But you’ve got to really focus. I think it can work. Fred tried for himself, saying the incantation before willing it out. It wasn’t instantaneous, and he wasn’t totally back to normal, but lifting his right hand up and moving his fingers was enough to put a smirk on his face. Jordan, you’re brilliant. [/size]
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