Outnumbered // Weasley Twins x Reader

Dear John

Days froze over into a week, and then even more days passed without Fred or George hearing the slightest peep from you.

It wasn't a big deal at first. The beginning of the year was always bustling with Christmas gift returns and exchanges, children running around the joke shop with change jingling in their pockets, parents begging for their littles to please just buy something less destructive than a fanged frisbee or canary creams.

But soon enough, the two men started to grow annoyed. You were a creature of habit. You worked on the weekends, spent your days finishing up school assignments or recreational brews, and then wound down the nights by talking to them on the phone or inviting them over to your flat — but none of that happened.

Finally, after two weeks of silence, Fred and George had enough.

"Why would she accept the bracelets just to ghost us days later? Doesn't make any bloody sense." Fred mumbled to himself while rubbing the bridge of his nose. Nyx sat just up the block, steadily coming into view as the two men paced down the sidewalk. They'd known better than to apparate inside of the lounge, the cool air would help them to calm themselves before confronting you about your absence.

"Do you think Snape said something to her when we left them alone? Or even Malfoy?" Fred continued.

"No," George snapped, "not Malfoy, at least. Who knows about that fucking snake though. You saw the way he was eyeing her at Christmas."

They stepped into the club and through the dimly lit atmosphere, there you were. Center stage, just as always. Capturing attention and hearts like it was all you were made to do. And though George was more often the one to hand out punishments, he stopped in his tracks alongside his brother, muscles seizing in his chest as his heart broke a little.

Those two golden bracelets glowed in the white lights that illuminated the stage. Diamond initials glittering against your skin. You still wore them. Even if you hadn't managed to find a way to take them off, you'd never asked them for the anti-locking charm.

And that alone gave them hope. It meant something.

Sylvia passed by with an empty drink tray and immediately took notice of the two men. They hadn't visited the lounge in weeks, but she didn't seem shocked by their presence.

Another good sign.

"Come to see Y/n? I believe she's just about to finish up her set. How was your holiday?" Sylvia asked with a smile on her face. But if she was asking, that meant that you hadn't mentioned a thing — right?

"It was lovely. Coming home is what's been the issue." Fred scoffed, and before the woman had a chance to question what he meant, George butted in.

"Where the hell has Y/n been the past two weeks?? She hasn't answered a single one of our calls, hasn't reached out. Not even so much as a depressing Dear John letter to let us know things are over!"

"Oh, I didn't know." Sylvia said with wide eyes. Usually when her bosses came for a visit they were all cheers and very impressed with her management. "She hasn't been acting any different. Showed up for every one of her shifts, hasn't mentioned any relationship issues." Her attention shifted to the stage as your set ended, "Been quite busy though — hasn't had hardly any time to work the floor lately. Some bloke started coming in recently and booking up all of her private rooms days in advance, buying her drinks, the works."

George's line of vision followed Sylvia's and he could tell that she was fearful of what they'd do once you emerged from that dressing room. As if they weren't grown men that could contain their anger.

But that was the thing — George didn't feel like a grown man. He didn't feel like he was in his late twenties with multiple successful businesses. He felt like he was seventeen years old and pining over a girl that would never give him the light of day; the same way he felt while watching you dance with Malfoy at the Yule Ball all over again.