sapphire || fred weasley

one

Fred woke up that particular Friday morning feeling lazier than usual. His head still slightly ached from getting absolutely hammered Wednesday night during the party he and George had hosted in their building's rooftop. The idea came out of nowhere that blurry night. George had owled Lee. Lee had owled Oliver who had called Alicia, Angelina and Katie. He himself, had let Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny know; all who passed the message to more people and that's where the older twin found himself that very odd Wednesday night. And still continued to pay the price of it two days later. The night was a mess that he and an equally hungover George had to fix the following morning, and he didn't enjoy it at all. Don't get him wrong, despite being quite messy himself, Fred Weasley was a man of simple taste.

He liked the first sip of firewhiskey, that was bound to burn his throat yet he enjoyed it nonetheless. He loved parties and fireworks that lit up the entire sky. He very much liked a cigarette or a joint to help him relax after a long day of work. He loved his mother's cooking and the warm jumpers she knitted for him. He liked his morning coffee black, but with enough sugar not to make it taste bitter. He liked women and didn't really have a preference when it came to them. Tall or short, blonde or brunette, curvy or not. He loved them all. All but, the ones who were unkind. In his eyes, there was nothing more unattractive than a person who lacked empathy and compassion towards others.

Taking longer than usual to get ready for work that morning, he walked down the stairs of the flat he shared with his twin and onto the main floor of the joke shop, which had already earned a well-deserved name in the UK wizarding community. He greeted George and Verity and with his coffee cup in hand, and made his way to his office since it was his day to test the newest products they had come up with. At exactly nine o'clock, he began hearing the shop swarming with excited customers who were willing to buy anything that caught their eye.

His day went calmer than it usually went by when he was in charge of customers. He tested a couple of new decoy detonators and aproved them for mass producing and selling. Tested a couple of new potions to enhance the effect of their bruise removal paste and pimple vanishing creams. Took a break to have some cereal while having another cup of overly sweet black coffee while he read Quidditch Times. Took another break some four hours later to make lunch for himself and for George. Did some paperwork and filled out orders after deciding to leave the best part for last.

George was in the cashier, attending the last customer of the day before closing up and getting ready to have dinner with their friends and going to a new pub that Lee had suggested for their typical Friday night clubbing. He was handing the man the bag with what he had bought, when a loud explosion coming from the office along with a loud "FUCK!" startled him.

"What the fuck did you do now?" he groaned once he closed the door and saw an angry Fred coming out of the office.

"I was testing the bloody fucking fireworks you fucking made yesterday and guess what happened?" Fred snarled.

"Let me guess," George said sarcastically. "They exploded, like fireworks fucking do."

"You said they were miniature wanker!" Fred shouted.

"Stop whining, they were testers for a reason Fred," George huffed.

"LOOK AT MY FUCKING WAND GEORGE!" Fred yelled angrily and held up his wand, whose handle had exploded along with the fireworks.

"Just take it to Ollivander's," George said apologetically. "Sorry mate, maybe I should have warned you to test them in the roof instead."

"It's fine," Fred sighed. "Just tell the others that I'll be late for dinner-"