Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

68.

D-2

George and Fred roosted on the bleachers on the Quidditch field. The wind ran it's fingers through Fred's hair. The sun diving low, warmed his skin. They gazed at Hogwarts from their vantage. Their hearts light of remorse and throats thick with words unsaid.

"Two more days," George said.

"I know. I can't believe it. It's happening so quickly."

Fred made his peace with it all days ago. He had fallen back to tie his shoelaces and told Lee and George to go on without him. When he peered up, he saw them laughing, the entrance of the Great Hall framing them. Floating candles blurred and the din of the students wrapping him in a warmth he didn't know he could feel. It stung but, his future beckoned him with a smile.

His twin didn't respond. Fred held back his irritation. George hadn't been too verbal towards him in the last couple of days, since he told him about Amara. Later Fred had been unsettled with George's ambiguous demeanour. Lee couldn't tell but Fred knew.

George was angry at him. He couldn't look him in the eye either. Choosing to impart him a detached glance.

"You know what I won't miss about this place?' Fred tried for a joke. "The fact we are expected to actually get an education."

Releasing a fake laugh, George shook his head.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous."

He huffed and straightened his shoulders, deigning to speak more on the subject. Focus glazing over on the horizon. Fred lost him again. He gulped at the guilt returning to accost him. He thought his conscience would've been clear after he told George yet, that wasn't the case.

The moment was ruined. Fred stood up. Draining his voice of anger, he bit out. "Well, Georgie. I think I'm going to go back to the castle."

"Why?"

"I think I'm not enjoying the sunset anymore."

His reply didn't warrant any follow up. George didn't react, motionless. "Okay, then. I'll see you soon."

Fred grumbled under his breath. As he entered the threshold of Hogwarts, he decided to take apart the filing cabinet of his brain and picked Amara's file and George's. Oh, he couldn't even begin to explain the extent of his reservations towards the both of him.

If only they didn't fancy each other. It wouldn't have come to this. His own brother was angry with him and what could be the best day of their life tainted. They had two more days remaining. He didn't want to spend it like this.

They should be marking each and every foolish idea that enters their minds. They should be painting the walls of Hogwarts red. Hogwarts would remember them forever. Instead George stewed in his melancholy and Fred stewed in his acrimony.

He curved around the edge of the corridor, not having noticed what was in front of him. Fred bumped into an unsuspecting soul. As he took in the person, resentment flared within him and he put a hand on the wall beside to bar her from going further.

"Sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," he drawled, coldly.

Scrunching up her nose, she scoffed, not in the mood either. She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up at him. "What's up with you?"

"What's up with me?" laughed Fred. "My own brother isn't talking to me. And it's your fault."

Visibly shrinking, she threw back a question. "Why is it my fault? What did you do?"

Bollocks. Fred couldn't even blame it on her. He pinched the area between his eyebrows. "I sense I'm walking into a trap."

She tossed her arms up in the air. "Forget it. I can't do this with you right now. Go talk to Ginny or something. She'll talk some proper sense into you," she swished past him.