Xenith
"THREE THINGS CANNOT BE HIDDEN---LOVE, SMOKE, AND A PILLAR OF FIRE. BUT HOW CAN ONE HIDE LOVE WHEN YOU ADMIT IT RIGHT OUT?" ~~~Fremen Wisdom~~~
Chapter One
"Oy! Fred!" George called out from the Weasley's back garden. "Mum wants you to come in for dinner! NOW!" Fred ran to the next-door neighbours house from the edge of the woods. He had been gathering dormice to put in their letter box with a note reading:
From Your Secret Admirer.
P.S. Your presents are the furry things. Enjoy!
Fred stuffed the mice into the letterbox and ran into the kitchen of his own home.
"I saw what you did." George whispered to him when he had seated himself next to his brother. "They haven't even moved in yet. All you know is that they have a daughter; honestly, she could be seven years old for all you know."
"George, when is that ever the point? I just want to see their faces when the mice are found." George just shook his head and finished up his sandwich.
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The next morning a pair of moving vans and a large car filled with teenagers appeared at the neighbours and the, clearly Muggle, workers began to unload the furniture. Fred and George peeked over the garden wall hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl and her family.
"That's no seven year old." Fred declared as a brunette around sixteen stepped out of the car first followed by the rest of her family. All boys.
"I must agree." George replied. "I think she's going for the letterbox. . ."Fred and George ducked as the girl turned to the box.
"What?!" they heard her laugh from that direction. "How'd you get in here?" There was a series of frantic squeaking from the mice as she took them from her letterbox and dumped them on the ground.
Fred dared a look over the garden wall. The girl was reading over the note. She smiled to herself and continued to the house.
"Well, that was disappointing." Fred pouted as he and George went into the house and up to their exceedingly messy room. Fred crawled under his bed and dug around for their potions equipment.
"What's she doing?" George said from the window.
"Huh?" Fred immerged from beneath his bed.
"Look, she's put something into the letterbox."
"What'd it look like?"
"Brownish and in a clear bag."
"Let's get it!"
"Are you really that dense?" George grabbed his twin's arm and brought him back to the window. "They'll see us. We'll wait till it gets dark."
"Humpgh." Fred grunted.
"They look like Muggles, so you can't go giving her any of our _ creations _ . Got it?"
"Since when are you the sensible one?" Fred shot back, raising one crimson eyebrow.
"Since you turned into Ron."
"Hey!"
"Come on," George laughed. "Let's go get some lunch."
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"Let's get it now." Fred said, jumping from his bed that night and yanking on his trainers.
"Alright." George agreed sleepily. "But let's be quick about it." George got up and crept out of their room, not bothering with his shoes. Fred snuck out after him.
"Shhh!" he hissed to his brother as they passed by Ginny's room.
When they had finally gotten out of the house Fred ran over to the girl's letterbox. He pulled out the bag and a folded up piece of paper that said on the front:
TO MY SECRET ADMIRER
In messy scribbly letters. Fred opened the letter and read aloud:
OH DEAR ADMIRER OF MINE,
THANKS FOR THE MICE. THEY LEFT TINY LITTLE PRESENTS ALL OVER MY MAIL BOX. SO, HERE'S MY VERSION OF THE GIFT. HAVE FUN!
-CHRiS-
"Hold this." Fred handed the letter over to George. And he opened the bag. The moment he did so he regretted it.
"What's that smell?" George said, pinching his nose.
Fred reached into the bag and pulled out a piece of paper that read:
DUNG.
In the same messy handwriting.
"It's animal droppings." Fred replied, holding the bag as far away from him as possible as he and George headed back over to their own home.
"That's disgusting."
"Yep." Fred dropped the bag and the scrap of paper into the wastebasket by the door before heading inside; he tucked the letter into his pocket.
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"THREE THINGS CANNOT BE HIDDEN---LOVE, SMOKE, AND A PILLAR OF FIRE. BUT HOW CAN ONE HIDE LOVE WHEN YOU ADMIT IT RIGHT OUT?" ~~~Fremen Wisdom~~~
Chapter One
"Oy! Fred!" George called out from the Weasley's back garden. "Mum wants you to come in for dinner! NOW!" Fred ran to the next-door neighbours house from the edge of the woods. He had been gathering dormice to put in their letter box with a note reading:
From Your Secret Admirer.
P.S. Your presents are the furry things. Enjoy!
Fred stuffed the mice into the letterbox and ran into the kitchen of his own home.
"I saw what you did." George whispered to him when he had seated himself next to his brother. "They haven't even moved in yet. All you know is that they have a daughter; honestly, she could be seven years old for all you know."
"George, when is that ever the point? I just want to see their faces when the mice are found." George just shook his head and finished up his sandwich.
--
The next morning a pair of moving vans and a large car filled with teenagers appeared at the neighbours and the, clearly Muggle, workers began to unload the furniture. Fred and George peeked over the garden wall hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl and her family.
"That's no seven year old." Fred declared as a brunette around sixteen stepped out of the car first followed by the rest of her family. All boys.
"I must agree." George replied. "I think she's going for the letterbox. . ."Fred and George ducked as the girl turned to the box.
"What?!" they heard her laugh from that direction. "How'd you get in here?" There was a series of frantic squeaking from the mice as she took them from her letterbox and dumped them on the ground.
Fred dared a look over the garden wall. The girl was reading over the note. She smiled to herself and continued to the house.
"Well, that was disappointing." Fred pouted as he and George went into the house and up to their exceedingly messy room. Fred crawled under his bed and dug around for their potions equipment.
"What's she doing?" George said from the window.
"Huh?" Fred immerged from beneath his bed.
"Look, she's put something into the letterbox."
"What'd it look like?"
"Brownish and in a clear bag."
"Let's get it!"
"Are you really that dense?" George grabbed his twin's arm and brought him back to the window. "They'll see us. We'll wait till it gets dark."
"Humpgh." Fred grunted.
"They look like Muggles, so you can't go giving her any of our _ creations _ . Got it?"
"Since when are you the sensible one?" Fred shot back, raising one crimson eyebrow.
"Since you turned into Ron."
"Hey!"
"Come on," George laughed. "Let's go get some lunch."
--
"Let's get it now." Fred said, jumping from his bed that night and yanking on his trainers.
"Alright." George agreed sleepily. "But let's be quick about it." George got up and crept out of their room, not bothering with his shoes. Fred snuck out after him.
"Shhh!" he hissed to his brother as they passed by Ginny's room.
When they had finally gotten out of the house Fred ran over to the girl's letterbox. He pulled out the bag and a folded up piece of paper that said on the front:
TO MY SECRET ADMIRER
In messy scribbly letters. Fred opened the letter and read aloud:
OH DEAR ADMIRER OF MINE,
THANKS FOR THE MICE. THEY LEFT TINY LITTLE PRESENTS ALL OVER MY MAIL BOX. SO, HERE'S MY VERSION OF THE GIFT. HAVE FUN!
-CHRiS-
"Hold this." Fred handed the letter over to George. And he opened the bag. The moment he did so he regretted it.
"What's that smell?" George said, pinching his nose.
Fred reached into the bag and pulled out a piece of paper that read:
DUNG.
In the same messy handwriting.
"It's animal droppings." Fred replied, holding the bag as far away from him as possible as he and George headed back over to their own home.
"That's disgusting."
"Yep." Fred dropped the bag and the scrap of paper into the wastebasket by the door before heading inside; he tucked the letter into his pocket.
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¸..· ´¨¨)) -:¦:-
¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*