Chapter one {A friend with a phone call}:
“Are you sure they said, “Waiting for a call” or did they say “wait for our call”” Alexis said pacing Fred’s bedroom floor.
Fred looked up from the phone, with a confused expression on his face. “What’s the difference?”
“Well for one did he say it “Wait for the call” with a little hint that he’s going to call? Like, did he scribble something down and smirk, whispering to one of his partners and then said “Wait for the call” or did he just make a dab on the paper and say “wait for the call.” Alexis said making several gestures and posture arrangements, reenacting the entire scenario.
Fred looked between the phone and Alexis, who was still pacing the floor.
“YOU WERE THERE!” Fred yelled at her. “So what’s the point in asking me, that makes no sense.”
“Whoa there, you know I have a case short term memory loss, so these things must be retaught to me.” She said slouching onto the couch.
Fred laughed at the thought of Alexis having short term memory loss, it may have explained a lot of things wrong with her but then, it might be all an act.
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Minutes passed with complete silence and awkward stare downs between man and phone. Fred’s eye’s hasn’t left the telephone for anything besides blinking and looking at his wrist watch.
It was 2:30 in the evening when the phone started to ring.
“IT’S THEM!” Fred yelled. “It might be them!”
He looked over at Alexis. “ALEXIS WAKE UP! IT’S THEM!”
Alexis lay on the couch in a painful looking position. Her head off the couches edge and feet propped up on top of the couch’s top.
Fred tingling in excitement couldn’t miss a perfect opportunity to pull a little prank. In less than a second he pulled out his wand and crept over towards Alexis.
With the flick of his wrist and the words “Anteocultia”, antlers began to grow from the roof of her head and her feet morphed into trots.
Fred snorted, trying to contain his laughter.
“I wish George was here.” He said remembering his best friend and brother.
Suddenly his prank had lost all its excitement and funniness. With another flick of his wrist, Alexis turned back into a human.
The phone stopped ringing.
“Oh damn! I missed the bloody call.”
“MUST. EAT. GRASS.” Said Alexis as she sprang up from the couch, her teeth grinding on each other.
Fred could’ve laughed but he still thought about his brother and his last chance to get the loan money.
“Why do I have this odd hungering for grass and trotting?” Alexis said warily “Argh, why must my life be so-“
She caught sight of Fred, who was sulked on the floor. Silently she crept over to him and rested her head on his lap.
“Whatcha glumming about?” She said looking up at him
Fred just fiddled with the string on the carpet.
“Whatcha all down about?” she said again poking his face
Fred again fiddled with the carpet, accidently pulling out some of the string.
“BLOODY HELL!” Fred yelled, sending Alexis into a tumble roll into the middle of the room.
She looked at him curiously, concern in her eyes. “It’s just a piece of string on a carpet, mate. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Fred tried to jam the piece of string back into its place on the carpet. His face turned red each time the carpet piece fell over limp and out of place. Eventually his face turned red with anger.
“This stupid…carpet…ARGH. I’m done.” He threw the string to the side, wading in anger.
Alexis crawled up next to him, knocking shoulders. “I’ll give you the money.” She said softly
He looked at her, still red. “What?”
“I said, I’ll give you the money, mate.”
Fred went from red in the face to slightly pink. “What? No. You don’t need to do that. It’s fine.”
Alexis chuckled. “No mate, I’m not doing it for you out of sympathy. I’m doing it so you can get the hell out of my house.”
Fred looked confused. “Hey, I thought you liked having me around!”
“I do! But, obviously you miss your brother and hopefully your family.”
Fred chuckled.
He did miss his family but, out of the entire lot he missed his brother George. Fred looked at Alexis and gave her a smirk.
“You don’t have to pay me to leave your house. I’ll get my bag and go.”
Fred got up from the carpeted floor and walked out of the living room.
“FRED!” she shouted as she ran after him.
He wasn’t downstairs or in room next door. “Fred!”
She ran upstairs into his guest bedroom, panting from the brief exercise of stair jumping. “F-F-Fred” She said trying to gasp for air.
She pinched at her sides and put two fingers against her neck, checking her pulse.
“Fred!” she yelped out.
He wasn’t in his room. He wasn’t downstairs. Survey says, Fred left.
“Bloody bloke didn’t even say goodbye. How rude?” She scanned the room again for a trace of anything he may have forgotten, so she’d have an excuse to apparate to the Burrow.
Nothing.
