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seedeeTitle: About Friendship
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt:2/13: no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 660
Summary: Lee learns a thing or two about friends.
Author's Notes: Part of a story arc, but can be read as a one-shot.
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 1. well, if you put it that way
Things were changing and they were changing at an alarming speed.
Umbridge invented new rules every day. The Quidditch Gryffindor team had lost two beaters and a seeker. The inquisitorial squat did everything to make their life as uncomfortable as possible.
NEWTs were almost there and Lee should study. But he didn't. Not when there was another change, a change he didn't understand but was worse than anything else.
Fred and George were around less frequently. It was strange, considering that they didn't play Quidditch anymore and their brooms had been confiscated. Sometimes they stopped talking when Lee joined them in the dorm or in the common room. They skipped classes, they brewed something in their makeshift beneath-the-bed potion lab. A new product, they said, but Lee didn't believe it. He was simultaneously pissed off and hurt, because he'd thought that they had no secrets, that they were best friends.
He'd been out, looking for the twins, not having seen them since lunch. Now it was long after dinner, and Lee went back to Gryffindor tower, unseen by the Slytherin prefects who patrolled the corridors.
The dorm wasn't as empty as he'd expected it to be, and he closed the door, shaking his head because again the conversation had stopped as soon as he'd entered.
"What's going on?" he asked without preamble, tired and annoyed, his back against the door.
"What do you mean?" Fred would have been a perfect picture of innocence, if Lee hadn't known him better.
Lee shook his head again and felt a spark of anger. "You're avoiding me, you're not talking to me, you're bloody lying to me."
"We never lied to you." The answer came quickly and there was irritation in George's voice. Technically he was right, they hadn't lied to Lee outright, but they sure as hell had shut him off.
Lee didn't care about technicalities at the moment. "So tell me what this is about and stop acting like I don't exist."
The twins looked at each other and did that silent communication thing they had perfected and that drove Lee mad at times. When George looked down at the bed instead of up at Lee, he knew what decision had been made.
"Can't," Fred said simply.
Lee snorted, but there was no trace of laughter in the sound. "You can't my arse."
"Come on, Lee, you know we still love you." Fred was teasing and Lee was getting more irritated by the second. "It will be a surprise, a big one."
"With fireworks, and explosions," George continued.
"A grand finale," Fred concluded.
They wanted Lee to stop asking and go with it. Lee knew that look, had seen it often enough, but usually it wasn't meant for him. What they were planning had to be big, and that made the fact that they had chosen to do it without him even worse.
Hang on.
Something clicked and a few things fell into place in Lee's mind.
"You're about to leave." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, an accusation. George looked down again but didn't answer. The way he ran his hand through his hair said enough, though. Fred had a fake smile still plastered on his face.
"When?" Lee didn't want to hear any excuses, didn't want to hear the reason why they hadn't asked him to come with them. George only shook his head, almost imperceptible.
"How?" He banged his fist against the door in frustration as they still didn't talk.
None of them said anything and the moments stretched and stretched until the silence was unbearable. That had never happened before.
Lee left the dormitory without another word.
Two days later they were gone. They were legends now and had left behind their sidekick, two nifflers and a note - You'll need NEWTs for the WWN. We checked.
If Lee cried that night it didn't count because no one could see him.
next: 3. oh how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt:2/13: no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 660
Summary: Lee learns a thing or two about friends.
Author's Notes: Part of a story arc, but can be read as a one-shot.
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 1. well, if you put it that way
Things were changing and they were changing at an alarming speed.
Umbridge invented new rules every day. The Quidditch Gryffindor team had lost two beaters and a seeker. The inquisitorial squat did everything to make their life as uncomfortable as possible.
NEWTs were almost there and Lee should study. But he didn't. Not when there was another change, a change he didn't understand but was worse than anything else.
Fred and George were around less frequently. It was strange, considering that they didn't play Quidditch anymore and their brooms had been confiscated. Sometimes they stopped talking when Lee joined them in the dorm or in the common room. They skipped classes, they brewed something in their makeshift beneath-the-bed potion lab. A new product, they said, but Lee didn't believe it. He was simultaneously pissed off and hurt, because he'd thought that they had no secrets, that they were best friends.
He'd been out, looking for the twins, not having seen them since lunch. Now it was long after dinner, and Lee went back to Gryffindor tower, unseen by the Slytherin prefects who patrolled the corridors.
The dorm wasn't as empty as he'd expected it to be, and he closed the door, shaking his head because again the conversation had stopped as soon as he'd entered.
"What's going on?" he asked without preamble, tired and annoyed, his back against the door.
"What do you mean?" Fred would have been a perfect picture of innocence, if Lee hadn't known him better.
Lee shook his head again and felt a spark of anger. "You're avoiding me, you're not talking to me, you're bloody lying to me."
"We never lied to you." The answer came quickly and there was irritation in George's voice. Technically he was right, they hadn't lied to Lee outright, but they sure as hell had shut him off.
Lee didn't care about technicalities at the moment. "So tell me what this is about and stop acting like I don't exist."
The twins looked at each other and did that silent communication thing they had perfected and that drove Lee mad at times. When George looked down at the bed instead of up at Lee, he knew what decision had been made.
"Can't," Fred said simply.
Lee snorted, but there was no trace of laughter in the sound. "You can't my arse."
"Come on, Lee, you know we still love you." Fred was teasing and Lee was getting more irritated by the second. "It will be a surprise, a big one."
"With fireworks, and explosions," George continued.
"A grand finale," Fred concluded.
They wanted Lee to stop asking and go with it. Lee knew that look, had seen it often enough, but usually it wasn't meant for him. What they were planning had to be big, and that made the fact that they had chosen to do it without him even worse.
Hang on.
Something clicked and a few things fell into place in Lee's mind.
"You're about to leave." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, an accusation. George looked down again but didn't answer. The way he ran his hand through his hair said enough, though. Fred had a fake smile still plastered on his face.
"When?" Lee didn't want to hear any excuses, didn't want to hear the reason why they hadn't asked him to come with them. George only shook his head, almost imperceptible.
"How?" He banged his fist against the door in frustration as they still didn't talk.
None of them said anything and the moments stretched and stretched until the silence was unbearable. That had never happened before.
Lee left the dormitory without another word.
Two days later they were gone. They were legends now and had left behind their sidekick, two nifflers and a note - You'll need NEWTs for the WWN. We checked.
If Lee cried that night it didn't count because no one could see him.
next: 3. oh how I loathe thee (most of the time)
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