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[.Fred Miles Weasley !]

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So raise your glass if you are wrong,
In all the right ways,
All my underdogs,
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

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The decision had been an easy one, but as Fred sat drinking his fire-whiskey at one of the tables of The Leaky Cauldron, he wondered if had been the best one. Ok, sure he wasn’t really recognized for making the best decisions, but this affected his future, or he at least he wondered if it would. The adults, like his parents, Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron and so forth, because he did not consider himself that old yet, had needed someone and he had offered his services. Besides, having your aunt and uncle as a professor wasn’t really something most kids enjoyed, and if anything happened his cousins were more likely to come to him than their parents or uncles or aunts. He was one of them, kind of, plus he was a bucket load of fun and then some.

Yet as Professors Assistant, Fred Weasley, floated around in his head, he wondered exactly how he was suppose to manage to retain who he was, maintain the legacy of the Weasley Twins. He also had the nagging worry about how this would affect his ultimate goal of becoming a partner of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Yes, his dad was the owner and it was customary to hand things down in the family, or any family, well it was customary in wizard families at least. Fred had yet to see any sign from his dad that the he had any plans on releasing his reign of the family business he and his brother had built from nothing. It wasn’t as if Fred had expected his dad to give him the keys to the building and say, ‘Here my son its yours,’ immediately after he had graduated, but he had expected something.

This was why he hadn’t gone with to the Quidditch game that evening and had used the lame excuse of meeting up with some of his now graduated friends from Hogwarts, when he had been looking forward to the game the whole day. Now he sat alone, in an almost deserted bar, besides the always present bartender and listened to the game over the wizard wireless, drinking a glass of fire-whiskey. He didn’t even have James. James having made plans with his squeeze of the week to attend the game together had offered to break the pre-planned date up and hang out with Fred, but Fred wouldn’t have that hanging over his head and had eventually used magic to force his best-mate and cousin out the door. He regretted that decision slightly now. It wasn’t like James couldn’t have found another girl. The guy was like some kind of a girl magnet.

Fred’s forehead then banged against the face of the table as dismay overwhelmed him. “Perhaps a stronger drink was in order,” he mumbled with his forehead still on the table as he swiveled his head to gaze at the bartender to see if he had got some reaction out of the man. The mad had merely jumped in slight surprise and then carried on cleaning what Fred could have sworn was the same glass he had been cleaning when he had entered The Leaky Cauldron earlier on, upon deciding that this was clearly some sort of normal response from his clientele.

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word count: 541 words
lyrics: raise your glass; pink
tag: extra open
notes: I love you guys
coding: me and mine

[.LOUIS HENRI WEASLEY !]

REGRETS ALWAYS WORK, EXCUSES ARE BETTER
a practical exchange, or a trade for the truth?

Dionysus, he decided.

Louis was like Dionysus. Social, reckless, with a preference of a party atmosphere and an appreciation of good thieved bottle of firewhiskey, he was God Of All Things Fun. Veela blood attracted girls (and a fair few boys) and Louis was not one to waste his good fortune; a clever brain impressed professors; a smart mouth made him popular with his peers, and generally, Louis concluded, he'd had a good run. His Hogwarts years had been overall kind to him with his friends, his flings and grades good enough to offer him a comfortably wide selection of professions. Yes, these last seven years weren't half bad.

Of course, now they were over.

Louis breathed deeply as he reminded himself of this, hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans as he wandered down the streets of London. It was going to be weird to wake up in a week's time, the first of September dawning bright and hot and no train to catch. No whistle would sound at eleven o'clock, prompting him to settle into a compartment. No trolleys, no luggage, no cage for his tabby cat, Day. He wouldn't be gossiping with his friends about the summer holidays or cracking open his books to reread chapters for classes. The routine was broken, and seven years of habit was going to be hard to break.

Think I'll be up for the challenge, Louis grinned to himself as the Millennium Bridge came into view. He'd had his run at Hogwarts and now, his nostalgia waning, he relished in the freedom. He'd recently moved into a flat a town over from London (where the rent was considerably cheaper [especially considering he had a landlady]), and had no qualms about leaving his old life behind. Away from his gung-ho, hero-complex family, Louis could breathe a little easier. With no roommate, he wouldn't have to worry about staying up all night to stave off nightmares anymore. Hell, who knew? Maybe a good night's rest was what he needed to get over his past.

Suddenly the sun felt a lot cheerier on his skin, and Louis' mood soared. Oh yes, Hogwarts was behind him and he couldn't have felt more glad. Winking cheekily at a couple of passing girls (who blushed and giggled accordingly, Louis passed through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron with a mood to celebrate.

"Firewhiskey," Louis ordered with a bit of a smile lingering on his face, "and oh hell, make it a double." The bartender paused in cleaning the mug in his hand to fill Louis' order, and Louis took the time to lean on the counter and look around. Spotting a familiar-looking crop of black hair, Louis straightened and joined the crumpled heap at the bar. "Well I'm having a fabulous day, thanks, Fred. You?" He smiled over the top of his glass at his cousin, sort of half-toasting his disgruntled cousin before downing the shot. "Upset you're not at the match?" He asked after setting the glass back on the counter top and tilting his head into his hand. He knew Fred (and, like, everyone else in his whole damned family) had Quidditch on the brain (though Louis himself preferred to stay away from the fights they usually resulted in). "Or something else?" He concluded, and hoped that at least his mood was infectious.

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[.Fred Miles Weasley !]

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So raise your glass if you are wrong,
In all the right ways,
All my underdogs,
We will never be never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

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Fred loved all his family members. Every single one and that was saying a lot considering how many of them there actually were. There were of course the favourites, something he never said out right, but he was certain that the other could figure that the ones he spent the most of time with were the ones he preferred the most. It wasn’t like everyone didn’t have favourites, everyone has their favourites. It difficult to remain straight down the middle neutral, Fred would actually assume downright impossible, but that wasn’t the point. The point that was that he would easily jump in front of a killing curse for anyone of his cousins, aunts or uncles and so on and so forth. Even the ones that seemed to dislike him, or those that annoyed him. They were family and there happened to be no closer bond, in Fred’s mind, than that.

No with that said, he didn’t really want to be around family at the moment. James being an exception to the rule, because well they were more like brothers than cousins, in tune to one another’s thoughts and moods. He couldn’t say the same for the family member that joined him at the table he sat. He had seen Louis walking in and had turned his head away in the hope that he would have gone unnoticed, but today just wasn’t that kind of day for Fred. You know that kind of day, that day when everything seems to fall into place, every plan achieve its desired outcome, basically the kind of day Fred normally had at Hogwarts. No, today seemed to be the kind of day that was the polar opposite to that kind of day.

Now that wasn’t to say that he had a problem with Louis. How could you have a problem with someone that preferred to stay out of things for the most part? One might certainly get annoyed with such a person once in a while and consider them a spineless git, but that didn’t last for the most part. One might get annoyed that he seemed to attract more girls than you when around, but once considered that was hardly his fault, being part Veela and all. Besides sometimes the girls that didn’t get his attention weren’t that half bad and they would turn to the next available suitor and Fred hardly minded that at all. It was kind of like picking up scraps, but the girls that Louis attracted could hardly be considered scraps. Fred’s mind mused over the current situation. He supposed it was better than getting stuck with his sister Dominique, because for some reason or another that girl seemed to have a real problem with Fred.

Sitting upright once more Fred gazed at his cousin that seemed all to content with himself and life. He offered Louis a weak smile, while he grabbed his glass in his hand once more. “That’s good to hear,” and brought the glass up to his mouth finishing the last bit of the whiskey and motioning the bartender to bring him another. Then he attempted to answer Louis’ other questions with a little more enthusiasm. Shrugging he referred back to the question Louis had about missing the match. “Not really. I’ve managed to see a fair few, and besides I’m not there out of my own choice.” He considered that he might have given Louis a bit too much information there and then quickly answered his last question, “And nothing you need to worry your pretty little Veela head over,” he replied as he stretched his arm out to rub his hand playfully through Louis hair, leaving it in a bit of a mess.

It was odd that even that small attempt of acting the way he normally did seemed to bring a little spark back in his hazel-brown eyes, which seemed quite dull of late. Perhaps the problem wasn’t everything and everyone else, perhaps he was the problem. Perhaps he wasn’t ready to be an adult. Perhaps he wasn’t ready to give over the reigns of king of the school to someone else. Perhaps his father had seen that in him and had realized that Fred wasn’t ready for more responsibility in relation to the family business. As this thought crossed Fred’s mind he looked toward the bar. What was keeping that damn bartender up, it wasn’t like there was a crowd of people to serve. He then turned his attention back to his cousin, “So what are you doing on this side of the world any how?” Fred figured a good change of topic was in order, and turning all attention back to Louis would be welcomed by his cousin, he was sure.

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status: finished
word count: 790 words
lyrics: raise your glass; pink
tag: Louis; open
notes: I have no problem at all with you joining
coding: me and mine