FRED WEASLEY

The sexy twin. Blowing up toilets, stealing hearts, and resisting.

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lavenderism.

“I think you’ll find that’s not the effect girls are going for,” she said, exasperated, and completely missing the fact that he had no idea how rude he was being. Sometimes, Lavender could get way too caught up in herself and her own emotions to notice how other people were acting, and think about why that could be. That was one of her biggest flaws ––– not her eye bags. 

At his question, she shrugged. “Yeah, you know the cycle. Vicious nightmares, so you don’t sleep well, then all you seem to be able to do during the day is battle exhaustion.”

    “Ah, the ladies love me,” Fred replied absently, waving his hand dismissively. He was not too worried about women; Fred had always done well with meeting one when he wanted to.

     Fred’s brows knit together as she spoke, a look of concern clouding his expression. “That sounds a lot like depression, Lavender. You alright?”

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trvceys.

   “You’re so ridiculous – can you hear me internally groaning after that terrible joke? Besides, the day I can’t live without you is the day the Wizarding World freezes over.”

    “Merlin! Better get my long underwear on, then!” Fred exclaimed. “Would hate for my balls to shrink!”

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lavenderism.

“Fred!” She exclaimed, her eyes narrowing further. He could be so rude. But Lavender knew the Weasley twins, and knew that Fred was ( most likely ) only messing with her. It still stung though ––– no girl liked to her her flaws pointed out to her. “It’s because… well, you know I’ve not been sleeping well, I told you that when I was buying the dream stuff from your shop!” She told him, though a waver had entered her voice, as though she might begin to cry soon. “I don’t know how anyone gets a decent night’s sleep anymore, with everything that’s going on.” A note of sadness could be detected, now that the anger had disappeared.  ❛ It’s a trying time for everyone ❜, she thought to herself. It was why she was even more emotional than usual these days. How could she not be?

     “Hey! Some girls like that look, right? Don’t they like-- put eyeliner and shit on to give them that exhausted appearance? You’re just achieving it naturally!” Fred exclaimed, waving his hands around as though he was offering her a compliment while remaining completely oblivious to his own rude comments. “We’re all pretty tired lately, though, yes. That’s why you take sleep potions, right?”

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lavenderism.

Her mouth dropped, and she narrowed her eyes at him. “Let me rephrase what I said before: next time I need advice, I know exactly who to come to, but I only want said advice when I ask for it.” She couldn’t help being tetchy ––– it was just part of who she was.

    “Ohhh,” Fred replied, smacking her playfully and gently on the shoulder. “Thanks for clarifying. Was just about to get into those bags under your eyes. We got some great creams at the shop that could help with that, but since now I know you’d prefer to ask for advice, I won’t tell you about all that.”

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lavenderism.

“Thanks, Fred; next time I need advice, I know exactly who to come to.” She teased. Although, to be fair to him, she thought that if she actually, genuinely, needed advice, he might not be so bad at it.

     “Duh,” Fred replied as though it were obvious that he was the one person anyone in the entire Wizarding community should go to should they need advice. “I’ll always be there, Brown. Dishing out advice whenever need be.”

      “Speaking of advice, you really ought to get a haircut! Talk about split ends!”

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trvceys.

       Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms across her chest. “You are so petty, Weasley. You really want to play it like that? Fine,” Tracey pulled out her wand and flicked her wrist to change the color of the outfit. “Red is the same color as blood, but you can never go wrong with green, can you? Just look at yourself – you look like a tree!”

    “And blood is something that keeps you alive. Without it you’d die. So what you’re saying, Tracey, is you’d die without me! Aw, never knew you felt that way! Can’t say I blame you!”

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stcrmaiden.

She shoots back a skeptical look, brow knit, and lips curl into an amused, if befuddled, smile. “If you’re, ah. DISPLEASED with the majority of French culture, food included, why are you giving your patronage to a FRENCH BAKERY?”

    “Weren’t you listening, you?” Fred asked, tutting sarcastically. “The French are only good at kissing and pastry! Otherwise, well--” Fred pulled a face of disgust before releasing a laugh, giving her a wink.

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lavenderism.

Lavender snorted a laugh at the thought of using a love potion on an old man. If she was honest, she’d rather use it on a toad. No offence, though ⏤ of course. “Be careful? Do you not think your love potions are strong enough, huh? Should I be returning it with a complaint?” She teased.

    “They are strong, Ms. Brown, and they come with quite a warning label!” Fred replied defensively. “But what I mean is, old Dumblydore is quite a wise ol’ man who’d pick up on any funny business all too quickly. So if you want him to love you back, you ought to ask him on a date!”

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chochangdefy.  

     “Well, you’re certainly good at complimenting yourself,” Cho joked, trying not to laugh. “I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about that combination. Probably because it’s fairly rare.”

     Blinking, Cho glanced at Fred’s hand where it rested on her shoulder before looking back over at him. “I definitely wasn’t eager to help you with your rash,” she commented, narrowing her eyes. “But considering how reckless you are, I think it’s natural for me to be concerned. You really think I’m shy?”

     “Not exactly, but sure.”

     “Thanks!” Fred exclaimed, glad for the compliment, for they were his fuel. “Well start thinkin’ about it because that’s me in a nutshell. Bad to the bone but a gentleman at heart, you see.”

     Fred shrugged. “I saw what I saw, Ms. Chang, and what I saw was one hot bird offering one hot bloke all the help in the world for his predicament and you cannot tell me otherwise. Listen, I’ll take you on a date yet!” he winked. “Shy? Sure. You try to be shy, anyway. Bet you’re usually a real tiger, though.”

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chochangdefy.

     “Are you implying that helping you is like a drug? Because I somehow doubt that very much,” Cho stated with a laugh, her head tilting to the side as she studied the boy before her. It was so strange how the Weasley twins always seemed so confident and full of themselves no matter what task they took on. Sometimes she wondered if it wasn’t a false bravado, a mask that they put on when they were feeling uncertain, a way to fake it until they actually felt that confidence infuse them. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, but you won’t find me admitting it either way,” she teased, raising both brows at Fred pointedly. If there was one thing she did know, it was that if you gave him an inch, he would take a mile. 

     Furrowing her brows, she stared at Fred intently, his words hitting home for her deeper than she had expected. It seemed to be nothing more than a simple statement, but it struck her that it was empowering all the same. “Wow,” she murmured, her lips curling into a small smile. “That was deep.” Glancing away quickly, she took a sip from her coffee, pulling a face as she realized that she was coming to the end of her cup. 

     She watched as the toddler pressed his fingers against the glass case, pointing at pastries and exclaiming repeatedly about how he wanted them. Pushing her fingers through her hair, she allowed it to waterfall over her shoulder, her gaze lifting back over to Fred, the light in his eyes as he spoke about his family. It was clear to her in that moment, just how much pride he had in them, how much he loved them, and in some ways that touched her more than anything he’d stated previously. “You really love them, don’t you?” She commented, trying to fight the smile that felt painted on her face. “Oh, trust me, I have no plans whatsoever about crossing Ginny or Molly,” Cho said, putting her hands up in front of her. “I’m not stupid, I rather not be reduced to a pile of ash.” Laughing, she sat forward, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Your mother has a clock telling her if something is happening to you? Goodness, you definitely win on the protective mother front, I’ll give it to you. Though that sounds really interesting. I wonder how it was made, what charms were put on it. She must have special ordered it if it responds to what’s actually happening to you all at the time, which sounds like a lot of intricate and detailed charms work —” Cutting herself off, she blushed, realizing she was going on. Sometimes she just couldn’t help herself, fascinated by the different ways that people found uses for their spell work. 

     Clearing her throat, she dropped her gaze to the top of the table, allowing herself a moment to recover. Adjusting her scarf again, she prayed her blush would subside quickly, her skin overheated in the confines of all the layers she was wearing. Picking up her pastry, she finished it off, hoping to distract them both enough for the moment not to linger too long. 

     Glancing over towards Fred, she let out a breathy laugh. “Are you trying to imply that I should be paying just to be in your presence?” She asked incredulously, holding her coffee mug in front of her once more, a small disbelieving laugh falling off her lips. “I’m sure you do plenty, Fred, no worries. I promise I won’t disparage your name.”

     Shaking her head, she tapped her finger against the side of her mug, focusing on his expression. She never understood why people refused to see their acts as brave, especially when it was a traits she admired and saw so clearly in others. “Trust me, you always have a choice. It might not be obvious at the time, but you didn’t have to do what you did. Just the fact you did, that you don’t see it that way, makes it even more obvious. You made a statement. You stood up for yourselves. Embrace that,” she said earnestly, her gaze holding his for a long moment. 

     “Oh, I’m working at the Ministry. It’s not exactly thrilling work, but it’s helpful at least,” Cho said, wrinkling her nose. “At least, that’s what I like to tell myself to get through the day.” Laughing, she glanced away, finishing off the last of the coffee in her mug before placing it down on the table. “Really? You have new items coming out? I’d love to see them. I’m sure there’s a lot of different jobs you have to do, running your own business, that are not what you want to be focusing on. That must be the tough part of being your own boss. Knowing that it needs to get done and forcing yourself to do it.” Pausing for a moment, Cho trailed her finger along the rim of her mug, thinking. “You know… I might have some extra time now… if you wanted?”

      “Helping me is a drug, Cho. It’s not simply like a drug,” Fred quipped, reaching across the table to swipe her nose playfully before giving her a wink. The thing about Cho was, she was easy to mortify but simultaneously ready to please. She felt caught when he backed her into a corner and did not know how to navigate her way around Fred Gideon Weasley; man of many talents and perversions. That much had been clear when he managed to get her help with the burn (of which he thought was a rash) when others refused the same assistance. He liked that about her. She was sweet and fun but adaptable in her own way and Fred liked taking advantage of such situations; though he would never purposely take it too far with her.

      Fred cocked both brows with a mischievous grin as her face shifted to a look of pleasant surprise and he nodded. “Yeah, Cho,” he replied. “See? I’m more’n just a man’ve many jokes. I’m ingenious, deep, and gentlemanly! Don’t act surprised! Reckon that was apparent since the early days’ve Hogwarts.” 

      An empty porcelain cup sat in front of him and Fred held it up, indicating to the guys behind the counter he required more. One gave a nod of understanding and he winked before turning back to Cho. “Well, yeah. ‘Course I love ‘em, Cho. They’re my family. Isn’t that like-- part’ve the job description? Though, s’pose that’s not true for everyone. But I’ve always considered myself pretty lucky,” he commented. “Well, minus Percy. No one likes Percy. But yeah, the women in my family are tough as nails. Think people underestimate women too much. They always taught me not to. Think they’re tougher’n any bloke I’ve ever met.” His refill was called and Fred hurried over, sliding his payment across the counter. He didn’t bother to wait for change before he took a seat across from Cho once again. “Two strong coffees and I’ll be good to go today, let me tell you. Think I’m hyper as it is? You’ve seen nothing, Ms. Chang.” Fred’s subtle smile grew slowly as she went on about Charms and his mother’s clock, finding it kind of adorable that she was nerding out about it. He nodded, allowing his finger to trace the rim of his cup as he waited for it to cool enough to sip. “Well you’ll have to ask mum about all that. But Georgie and I-- and Gin, for that matter-- didn’t get all our Charms skills from Flitwick, let me tell you. Nah, she designed that thing ages ago. Don’t really know how and she refuses to tell us ‘cause she thinks George and I will do something stupid with that knowledge. Psh. Us? Do something stupid with magic? Never!” 

      Fred checked his own watch and was relieved to see it was still quite early. George was likely already wondering what was taking him so long, but that bugger could wait. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done the same or worse when it came to leaving for a quick coffee run that instead resulted in chatting up the ladies. Cho’s embarrassment lingered and Fred, being Fred, knew he had to distract. “So, you ever accidentally turn your piss purple?” he asked. “I mean-- have you ever heard your dad say anything about that from his work? I do recall that he’s a Healer and not a train conductor, sadly. An unwise career choice on his part, but nonetheless. George was pissing purple the other day and we reckon it was a side effect’ve one’ve our newest creations, ‘cause it’s seemed to subside. Actually, I ought to ask him about that. Georgie, how’s your urine habits shaping up? Oh, just thrilling, Freddie. We have great conversations, us.”

      Finally, Fred took a sip of his second coffee, releasing a quiet ‘ahh’ at the shock of caffeine in the hot sip. 

      “Ugh, the Ministry. That your dream job, Cho? I meant that as no offense, by the way. Reckon Ministry workers got a much harder job than I do and you know my dad works there and all. Just leaves a sour taste in my mouth after all that shit happened. But alas, I know it’s not exactly the same anymore,” he commented, his nose scrunching. His eyes lit up when she mentioned she would be willing to see the store now. He took the offer and ran with it, chugging back his coffee so fast he was left sputtering, his throat burning. “Dear Merlin!” he choked, his eyes water. “Yes! Let’s go!” Fred leapt out of his seat and coughed the whole while he put on his jacket and made his way to the door to leave, holding it open for Cho.

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CHO-CHOOOO, like choo choo? Like a train? IS THAT YOUR NAMESAKE? I've never known your father was a conductor? Love it. LOVE that. Also you are so goddamn beautiful. Has anyone told you that before because if not I'm gonna kick everyone's ass that didn't tell you that because everyone SHOULD. FUCK EVERYONE WHO HASN'T SAID CHO IS GORGEOUS TO HER FACE. That was me yelling, because I also shouted it out my window and at my brother. The ugly twin. xo, Fred

Fred-

Um. I’m not exactly sure how to reply to this because I feel like you’ve probably either injured yourself by hitting your head or you’ve drunk too much. Either way, my father wasn’t a conductor, I’m sorry if that ruins your well-crafted story. 

I… uh… wow. I haven’t been told that a lot, but yes, by a couple people. Not that it particularly matters; beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that and… well. I’m not sure what to say. Thank you? Though I hope you didn’t actually yell that in your brother’s face, because I feel like that would be asking for trouble.

Gratefully,Cho

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chochangdefy.

Fred,

When are you a moper? I’ve certainly never seen any sign of that. Who is treating you that way for moping? I’m not really sure that’s true, but thank you. I think. You’re a very emotional drunk, aren’t you?

Who is going to hurt me, exactly?

Why would his name be Hank? That’s oddly specific. Have you thought of this before? Did you have a name picked for your imaginary brother?

Because a love potion isn’t real love, is it? It’s all a trick. 

I’ll come by soon, I promise, but I can’t say that I’m going to agree with your sexiest item in the shop comment. After all, you never know what you might find in there.

-Cho

Chobert,

I’m not a moper stop acusing meof being one because you’e a side glance away from getting the spanking.

I’m tired sho?

I don’t know don’t let anyone hurt u.

xoxoxo.

I can’t read that bye, Fred

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lavenderism.

Lavender shrugged, a smile quirking up the corners of her mouth. “Well…” she began, wiggling her eyebrows. “Of course I do. He just gets me going the way young men don’t. What can I say?” 

    “Damn, girl. Well, whatever floats your boat. Saggy balls an’ all! I am not here to judge. Hey-- you going to be using that love potion on him, perchance? Bloke’s quite wise. Would uh-- be careful, if I were you!”

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chochangdefy.

     “I wouldn’t push it that far. You might be clever, but there are different kinds of cleverness, you know,” Cho commented, a smile curving her lips. “I’m not sure if I do like a bad boy. I think I’m more interested in boys who know how to treat a lady right.”

     Glancing at him, amused, Cho shook her head. “Alright, whatever you wish to believe, Fred. If it helps you sleep at night knowing that I worry for your safety for bigger reasons, then you go ahead and think that.”

     “Integrity? Is that what it is? Here I was beginning to think it was ego.”

     “I am every kind’ve clever, didn’t you know?” Fred asked, grinning widely. “What about a bad boy who also treats ladies right, eh?”

     Fred wrapped a loose arm around Cho’s shoulders. “Listen, you don’t gotta be shy, Ms. Chang. I am an open book and I want you to feel comfortable around me, too,” he winked, “And it’s real touching you are so worried about me. And that you so eagerly helped me with my rash. Means loads.”

     “Integrity. Ego. Same thing, right?”     

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CHO-CHOOOO, like choo choo? Like a train? IS THAT YOUR NAMESAKE? I've never known your father was a conductor? Love it. LOVE that. Also you are so goddamn beautiful. Has anyone told you that before because if not I'm gonna kick everyone's ass that didn't tell you that because everyone SHOULD. FUCK EVERYONE WHO HASN'T SAID CHO IS GORGEOUS TO HER FACE. That was me yelling, because I also shouted it out my window and at my brother. The ugly twin. xo, Fred

Fred-

Um. I’m not exactly sure how to reply to this because I feel like you’ve probably either injured yourself by hitting your head or you’ve drunk too much. Either way, my father wasn’t a conductor, I’m sorry if that ruins your well-crafted story. 

I… uh… wow. I haven’t been told that a lot, but yes, by a couple people. Not that it particularly matters; beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that and… well. I’m not sure what to say. Thank you? Though I hope you didn’t actually yell that in your brother’s face, because I feel like that would be asking for trouble.

Gratefully,Cho

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chochangdefy.

Fred,

Of course I have! Do you think I just sit at home and mope 24/7? I am a regular person, you know. I do not how to celebrate and have a good time. I’m not sure that anyone would say that I’m known for being silky and gorgeous, but thank you, I think? No testing here, merely concern that you are going to have regrets come morning.

I’m fairly certain my father is happy being a healer, but I’ll be sure to let him know he has your support should he desire a career change. 

Everyone needs to know I’m pretty? What exactly are they supposed to keep their hands off of? Me?

I’m not sure that I could keep up with the two of you, though I appreciate the offer. Also, wouldn’t that make you triplets and not twins?

I’m not particularly interested in love potions, Fred. I think that anything like that will only end badly for everyone involved, don’t you? Though I might take you up on the invite to the store if you allow me to check out other new items you have in the works. However, I’m not sure you’re a new item, even if you do experiment on yourself.

-Cho

Cho,

I don’t know what you do! Maybe you are a moper! I’m sometimes a moper but when I mope I usually get my arse handed to me and it’s fine because I don’t like to be depressing. You are known for being a happy go lucky cutie pie!! xoxoxoxoxoxo. I wish I could hug you. 

GOOD. I SUPPORT YOUR FAMILY!!!

Yes. Please? I just don’t want them to hurt youuuu.

HA. So logical. Love that about you. Guess that’s true. Three is triplets. Love that. WOW imagine if George and I had a triple? His name would probably be Hank.

Why would a love potion EVER end badly? Don’t be silly! Have some fun! You better come by soon. 

I am the sexiest item in shop. 

-Fred

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lavenderism.

She chuckled and shook her head. “Have you not seen his Chocolate Frog card ? I only have three words for you: hot as hell.“ Lavender enjoyed messing around with him; it was a ghost of what school used to be, and though it made her long for the old days, it also helped her enjoy a little bit of the days they were in now.

    “Well, if you’re into old, bearded men...” Fred replied a little too seriously, as though he was disappointed. “I mean, what about Dumbledore? You think he’s hot, too?”

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stcrmaiden.

As the man opens his mouth, Astoria’s brow knits, wondering, in spite of herself, when she ASKED for his opinion, on the French or anything else. Cutting gaze slides across him as she walks through the now open doorway, feeling a tinge of APPRECIATION in spite of herself. “You’ve never read French philosophy then,” she murmurs, more to herself than anything, drawing her shawl tighter around her.

     “French philosophy? Why on Earth would I waste my time on that when there’s loads’ve more interestin’ things to learn about?” Fred asked. “Anyways, I’m commenting on their general snobbery and obsession with nasty food!”

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      “Honestly, the only good thing the French’ve ever made is dessert and kissing,” Fred stated as he waltzed into a bakery, commenting vaguely to a woman behind him. “After you!” He held open the door for her and didn’t quite meet her gaze as she passed by him.