A short story...or is it a long drabble?
Title: String of Girls
Characters: Fred, George
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 631
“Have you given any thought to my idea?”
George opened one eye to stare at his brother. It was clearly too early to start this conversation if there was still moonlight shining through the windows. He tried unsuccessfully to push the sleep from his eyes, but knew it wasn’t going to work. Not knowing where this was going exactly, he pushed himself up on one elbow.
“Bugger off, Fred. I told you I wasn’t going to go on a date just so you could finally get yourself a bird of your own.”
“Of my own?” Fred attempted to look hurt but it mostly made him look comical. Most things made Fred look comical. “You make it sound like you have so many more options than I do. Don’t tell me you’re counting Cyclops!”
George threw his pillow across the room, making direct contact with a portion of his twin, eliciting a loud groan of mock pain. “I told you not to call her that anymore. She prefers to be called One-Eyed Sally. I count her because,” he sat up to prove his point, “one - she has a good paying job now that Tom has let her start serving the guests. Two - she’s a really good kisser and three….”
Since he couldn’t think of any other reason to include Sally on his list of recent dates, he lay back down. Each time he’d been out with one of the three girls (two more than Fred), he’d felt guilty leaving Fred at home. It wasn’t his fault his twin was picky about who he took out. Dating wasn’t the hard part - that would be the day after and the endless discussions about Sunday dinners at the Burrow. The girls all seemed to think one date equaled a ball and chain around his ankle.
“Three - she’s scared to death of Mum. Reason enough to keep her on the list.”
“That’s not it,” George growled, but it was. Letting Fred think he understood him in that weird twin way they had of existing was never a good idea. Now that they were getting older, having the inside track on what was in each other’s head was getting slightly messy.
“So, why don’t you want to add another girl to your ever-expanding list? It might be fun to see the girls again.”
“Your girl. Mine’s still behind bars and won’t be out for another two months. That’s even if she’s still mine. Owls haven’t exactly been flying back and forth between here and Hogwarts.”
“Prison metaphors. You do need some action.”
There was only one more pillow before he was out of ammunition. Because he knew this conversation was going to get worse, he decided to hold on to it for the time being.
“Even if I said yes to this, and I’m not, I doubt we’d be seeing any action. Katy and I… it was just a Quidditch thing.”
Fred lifted his eyebrow in a mock question of what he could mean. “I could always see if Angelina knows where Alicia’s team is playing these days. She was always an option for you, with or without Quidditch.”
“Not really. I was always more of a front for her other…amusements.”
“Really?” Fred sat up straight this time, tossing over the pillow that George had sent over. “I never would have guessed. She seemed to like you, even though she was a pretty smart girl.”
“Alicia should have been on stage. Besides, she had a lot to cover up. Gryffindors shouldn’t fall in love with Slytherins.”
“Don’t I know it! Want some breakfast?”
As he nodded his head, George looked at the clock for the first time. “Bugger you! No wonder I’m tired. It’s three in the morning!”
This time, he included shoes in the ammunition he threw over.
Characters: Fred, George
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 631
“Have you given any thought to my idea?”
George opened one eye to stare at his brother. It was clearly too early to start this conversation if there was still moonlight shining through the windows. He tried unsuccessfully to push the sleep from his eyes, but knew it wasn’t going to work. Not knowing where this was going exactly, he pushed himself up on one elbow.
“Bugger off, Fred. I told you I wasn’t going to go on a date just so you could finally get yourself a bird of your own.”
“Of my own?” Fred attempted to look hurt but it mostly made him look comical. Most things made Fred look comical. “You make it sound like you have so many more options than I do. Don’t tell me you’re counting Cyclops!”
George threw his pillow across the room, making direct contact with a portion of his twin, eliciting a loud groan of mock pain. “I told you not to call her that anymore. She prefers to be called One-Eyed Sally. I count her because,” he sat up to prove his point, “one - she has a good paying job now that Tom has let her start serving the guests. Two - she’s a really good kisser and three….”
Since he couldn’t think of any other reason to include Sally on his list of recent dates, he lay back down. Each time he’d been out with one of the three girls (two more than Fred), he’d felt guilty leaving Fred at home. It wasn’t his fault his twin was picky about who he took out. Dating wasn’t the hard part - that would be the day after and the endless discussions about Sunday dinners at the Burrow. The girls all seemed to think one date equaled a ball and chain around his ankle.
“Three - she’s scared to death of Mum. Reason enough to keep her on the list.”
“That’s not it,” George growled, but it was. Letting Fred think he understood him in that weird twin way they had of existing was never a good idea. Now that they were getting older, having the inside track on what was in each other’s head was getting slightly messy.
“So, why don’t you want to add another girl to your ever-expanding list? It might be fun to see the girls again.”
“Your girl. Mine’s still behind bars and won’t be out for another two months. That’s even if she’s still mine. Owls haven’t exactly been flying back and forth between here and Hogwarts.”
“Prison metaphors. You do need some action.”
There was only one more pillow before he was out of ammunition. Because he knew this conversation was going to get worse, he decided to hold on to it for the time being.
“Even if I said yes to this, and I’m not, I doubt we’d be seeing any action. Katy and I… it was just a Quidditch thing.”
Fred lifted his eyebrow in a mock question of what he could mean. “I could always see if Angelina knows where Alicia’s team is playing these days. She was always an option for you, with or without Quidditch.”
“Not really. I was always more of a front for her other…amusements.”
“Really?” Fred sat up straight this time, tossing over the pillow that George had sent over. “I never would have guessed. She seemed to like you, even though she was a pretty smart girl.”
“Alicia should have been on stage. Besides, she had a lot to cover up. Gryffindors shouldn’t fall in love with Slytherins.”
“Don’t I know it! Want some breakfast?”
As he nodded his head, George looked at the clock for the first time. “Bugger you! No wonder I’m tired. It’s three in the morning!”
This time, he included shoes in the ammunition he threw over.