Fred Weasley ([info]explsvintellect) wrote,
2006-11-09 00:45:00
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RP -- Fred and Molly, The Burrow, evening, after Fred's been kicked out of Charlie's

*watches as Bill goes into Charlie's flat, and tries to hide the hurt as he see Charlie tense up -- the wary look he gives them both before he relaxes again and starts to smile* *ducks in behind Bill, just long enough to grab his cloak and flip his notebook closed -- shove it into a corner of the sofa, where it won't be noticed or bothered -- before he ducks back out again, giving Charlie a wave over Bill's shoulder and closing the door behind himself as he leaves*

*hesitates on the balcony, listening a moment, then lowers his head and makes his way carefully down the stairs in the darkness, wondering what he's going to do now....* *stomach rumbles and he has to smile, remembering Charlie's irritated admonishment* *considers going home for food....but just isn't up for that right now -- not when he has to come back here in two hours; going home would surely turn into a long stop, with business and polite discussion and, most likely, getting roped into helping clean up any messes that George hadn't managed to clean up as yet* *grimaces at that thought and stares up at the sky, considering* *brightens suddenly*

Mum.

*beams at his own brilliance* *takes a step forward, twists to the left and..... POPs away to the Burrow's front garden*

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[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 04:49:24 UTC 5 years ago

*peeks out the window when she hears the crack* *smiles brightly and hurries to open the door*

Get in here before you catch the death of a cold.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 04:52:53 UTC 5 years ago

*grins at her* Mum -- its only November. Not time to get sick yet. *as he comes through the door* Besides... I've only just left Charlie's. Only been outside long enough to Apparate over here. *bends to kiss her cheek, looking pitiful* ...don't suppose I could beg a place at the dinner table, could I? Charlie kicked me out before dinner. *giving her an impish look* ...he's got a special friend over and wanted it to be just the two of them.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 05:05:08 UTC 5 years ago

If you're referring to your brother, he's already been to see me this morning. *smiles and opens the icebox, pulling out some leftover roast and carrots* Sit sit.. it will take a moment to warm this up.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 05:06:28 UTC 5 years ago

*promptly drops himself gracelessly into the nearest chair, not bothering to take off his cloak* Bet you fed him a right proper breakfast. *props both elbows on the table and grins at her* Charlie was glad to see him.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 05:10:16 UTC 5 years ago

*scoffs a bit* Of course I fed him a proper breakfast. Since when have I not fed you children properly?

*smiles softly* He's doing much better, isn't it? I've a meeting with Healer Pucey on Friday to discuss it. *pauses for a moment*

Fred.. about the last time we saw each other.. *frowns, clearly it's something that has been bothering her for some time* Well.. *breathes out* I'm sorry.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 05:11:06 UTC 5 years ago

*frowns at her, baffled* ...for what?

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 05:12:24 UTC 5 years ago

*frowns back* Well generally I'm not fond of smacking my children across the cheek.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 05:14:33 UTC 5 years ago

*blinks at her, then grins and shrugs* Mum -- if you meant it, I'd be hurt. *stands and goes to her, giving her a hug and another kiss on the cheek* You didn't mean it. You were angry at Charlie, not me.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 05:16:03 UTC 5 years ago

*returns the hug* It hasn't been easy the last few years.

*talking into his chest* I had a dream a few nights back. About Ginny.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 05:17:26 UTC 5 years ago

*stiffens, pulling back slightly so he can peer down at her* ....what? *concerned* ...Mum.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 05:20:03 UTC 5 years ago

*sighs softly, looking out the window rather than at him* She came to talk to me, Fred.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 05:21:39 UTC 5 years ago

*releasing her, moving back to sit down* *pulls off his cloak, draping it over the nearest chair as he sits* *listens*

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 05:34:50 UTC 5 years ago

*leans against the counter, staring off as she speaks, her voice softer than normal* She came to me, asking me if I was ready for what was to come. *eyes filling with tears as she speaks*

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 05:37:30 UTC 5 years ago

*uncomfortable* ...what was to come. *trying to sound both competent and concerned....and feeling more than a little unnerved at this very human glimpse of his mother* ....did she say what was to come?

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 16:06:19 UTC 5 years ago

*shakes her head* No, she didn't.

*hugging herself as she continues* I'm sorry, Fred... I shouldn't be bothering you with all of this. Your father is so busy and he doesn't need to worry about me. *sighs* None of you need to worry about me, actually.

It's just... I miss her so much. It's been almost four years and it hasn't stopped hurting.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 16:20:03 UTC 5 years ago

*instantly* No, Mum...! *rises and goes to her, hugging her...and trying very hard not to burrow into her arms as he had as a child* *getting a firm grip on himself, he straightens, looks down at her* Mum...I want to hear. Please tell me? *striving to be as adult as she seems to see him -- despite feeling dreadfully young all of a sudden* I -- it's just unexpected, is all.

*more firmly, getting his feet under him again* *managing a bit of an encouraging smile* Tell me what happened.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 16:26:39 UTC 5 years ago

*sinks into a chair, resting her arms on the table* *can't stop the flow of words from pouring*

I think she knew how much I've missed her. And that I needed her again. *thinks for a moment, trying to find the words to explain her dream* *repeating the same thing Ginny had said to her* She told me what I needed to hear.

*with a small smile* And she said she missed my jumpers.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 17:39:55 UTC 5 years ago

*half smiles at that last, moving to sit just kitty corner to her at the table* ...you make brilliant jumpers, Mum.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 18:14:25 UTC 5 years ago

*smiles for a moment*

When is this war going to stop distroying my family? Every single one of us has been affected or injuried. *looks sadly at her large table* I just worry that our family is never going to be whole again.

... I don't know how many more sacrifices I can let you all make for the sake of this war.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 19:39:32 UTC 5 years ago

*goes very still and serious suddenly* *gently, but with absolute and unshakable sincerity* ...its not for you to decide what sacrifices we make, Mum. *meeting her eyes, his own both warm and loving, and yet ice cold with determination and conviction* ...we have to make our own choices in this, Mum, and you know it. You can't choose for us...not anymore. *reaching out to take her hand, squeezing gently* ...you aren't the only one who will lose if we make those sacrifices....and you aren't the only one who has to take the risks. But you can't make those choices for us -- we have to make them for ourselves.

*very gently* I love you, Mum. But I have to do what I have to do, and I can't let you -- or anyone else -- stop me. Neither can Ron -- or Charlie -- or George. *squeezing her fingers* ....We have to grow up and do what we have to do to win this war or there won't be anything left.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 19:55:14 UTC 5 years ago

*bites back her worries, refusing to let them out even though they are screaming and echoing in her mind*

*instead, meets his eyes with determination matching his own, after all, she gave it to him*

Those choices should not include this family falling apart. Regardless of how you -- or any of your brothers -- choose to fight in this war, you need to remember that without family there would be no reason to fight.

*gestures at the empty table, empty room, empty home* *continues, no anger in her voice, her tone is rather flat for once, almost as though she's getting tired of fighting* She said it would never be the same. Perhaps she was right.

[info]explsvintellect

November 9 2006, 20:05:01 UTC 5 years ago

*head tips as he considers her*

*suddenly smiles* Mum's are supposed to be the creators. *sits back, smiling at her* Create, Mum. If this isn't how it should be, and that isn't how it can be... create a new way for it to be.

*confident* Dad's the one we get the tinkering from -- but you're the one who taught us about invention.

Create, Mum.

[info]mollyisourqueen

November 9 2006, 20:20:59 UTC 5 years ago

*considers that for a moment and offers a small smile, hoping it masks any doubts she has about fixing her family*

I'll try, Fred.
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