Rhapsody of a Veela

Part 58 - Liability and Greed

The two weeks of the Easter Holiday felt well spent, it seemed like you had barely left Fred's side at all during that time. Falling asleep in each other's arms, waking up just as tangled together. Not to mention the feminine touch you simply could not help yourself but bring forth to the cluttered spaces of their flat, as it was clear neither Fred nor George were any interested in maintaining, cleaning or let alone washing the dishes – whether with magic or not. You dusted the space, it seemed every available surface would be decorated with fresh cut flowers whenever you were around. A notable improvement, whether intrusive or not.

Every morning, after you and Fred had slept in, you woke up to prepare a rather late breakfast. You put on a new muggle record every day, on the ancient looking record player Arthur had gifted the twins. This morning, Fear by John Cale. The record was scratched, and the solemn guitar melody of "You know more than I know" entered Fred's room, waking him up gently.

"Instead, I read the morning news, In bed - what endlessness ahead - And there's no more to be said"

The moment he had realised you had left bed, he got up to stretch. Pulling the curtains apart, momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight. Down below on the streets, emptier than usual, he still saw the cheerful children along with their cautious parents, entering their Joke shop to hopefully find something to bring them some smiles in those dark times.

"You know more than I know, You know more than I know"

He entered the tiny kitchen, giving you a big kiss before he poured himself a cup of the dark coffee you had prepared.

"Good morning, love"

"Good morning Freddie, eat quickly, I think George needs you downstairs"

It was true, all this was much to George's chagrin, who at one point would just have to accept that when you were around it meant he was all on his own with running the shop downstairs, at least most of the time. It was pointless to complain, your very presence in the tiny apartment of No.93 Diagon Alley meant Fred was quite occupied constantly entertaining you, completely beguiled by your very being. Like a distracted child, he'd constantly leave he's brothers side to go see you, excusing himself to have a re-fill of tea or coffee. Quite Frankly, George thought he's brother was acting quite pathetic, although he was happy that he had come to be so happy.

"The blind may see, but stay behind relief. Of all, liability and greed - And there's nothing more you need"

Truth to be told, you did feel greedy. Putting everyone in harms way just so you could bask in their warmth a little longer, just to pretend that the war was not going on outside the thin walls of their flat, claiming new victims everyday in the name of your father.

"You know more than I know, You know more than I know"

By the time Fred had actually gotten dressed and ready, it was already afternoon and his brother had had to deal with all the customers all alone. You felt a little bad, but it was your last day after all. The next day it would all be back to usual; you would travel back to Hogwarts and Fred could focus more properly on their business.

You excited the apartment, and climbed down the circular stairs to the shop. It was strange how normal everything seemed inside, had you woken up after hitting your head and forgotten all about the wizarding war, there would have been no signs that anything was going on, inside the shopping locale at the very least. The near deserted streets outside told a very different story, where more and more businesses closed down every day due to the increasing threat levels.

It made you feel nervous, Fred and George's refusal to close their business for even a moment alone, made them a big target. Then there was the large sign outside, with large black letters directly taunting the threat himself,