#mischiefxfred

[ofavrcrs-blog]

@mischiefxfred {x}

at least it’s one tonks remembers. he presses his head back against the wall lets out a long breath. “quidditch pitch, mate. under the stands, i guess technically. because we’re cliche and people always have firewhiskey at the pitch.” tonks lets out a long breath and tries to catch fred’s eyes. “group of us was playing seven in heaven because the muggleborn kids were talking about it? fred, it’s tonks.”

[surespoken-blog]

@mischiefxfred:

In his nightmare-plagued mine Fred is just pushing another one of  the Death Eaters against the wall. Pushing them away from a family member-trying to save them from the flash of green. He’s ready to pull out his own wand when the distinct female voice breaks through the fog in his mind and before he knows it everything is becoming clear. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happened and he quickly takes a step back from her, putting his hands out in front of him. “Don’t stab me.”

the spell breaks, her breath is in her throat and by the time his hands are off of her she’s crying. it’s been less than a month since she killed someone, since the attack, and her hands press into her hair and she looks at him long. “i don’t even have a weapon,” she barks. “and don’t you-- fucking,” she stutters hard on the ‘f’ sound, drawing out the word. “dare apologize because i get it, i just need a moment.” she holds her shoulder and slides down the wall. “who’re you?”