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seedeeTitle: About REAL Friendship
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 3/13: oh how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 590
Summary: Lee missed his friends.
Author's Notes: This is the third one. Sorry for the delay, will be posting the next part right away and will do my very best to keep writing. I'm not abandoning it, promise.
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 2. no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
"I would like to talk to your boss, please," Lee said politely to the blonde girl wearing robes in a shade of magenta only a true genius or a very crazy person could come up with.
"I'm sorry, Sir, Mr. and Mr. Weasley are busy at the moment. How can I help you?"
Lee snorted. "Then please tell Mr. and Mr. Weasley that I want to talk to them."
"I'm sorry, but they are in the product development room and are not to be disturbed." The girl looked sternly. It wasn't very convincing, compared to Lee she was tiny.
Lee pointed to a red curtain with a sign above that said 'Come in if you're brave enough'. "That's the product development room, yeah?"
"You can't," the girl said indignantly.
"I can," Lee assured her and walked toward the curtain, glad that a customer had just entered the shop and distracted the blonde girl.
He pulled back the curtain, but instead of announcing his presence, Lee leaned against the door frame and watched his friends for a moment. Fred was busy waving his wand over what looked like an ordinary t-shirt in complicated patterns, muttering charm after charm. George was stirring a potion in a huge cauldron, counting and adding ingredients in seemingly random intervals. Both of them were so immersed in what they were doing, that they probably wouldn't have noticed a pink, polka-dotted elephant dancing salsa in the middle of the room. Lee had missed them.
They hadn't written. Lee knew that they would have been able to smuggle something past Umbridge's security, but they hadn't. Lee hadn't either, so it was probably fair, he guessed. Now it was just a day after he'd left Hogwarts for the very last time. He hadn't planned on coming right away, but hadn't been able to stay away either. The shop was better, big, louder, George-and-Fred-er, than he'd ever thought it could be. Lee still hated that they'd just left, still resented them for it, but the crease in his forehead softened as he watched them. It was where they belonged, even Lee could see that.
"Mr. and Mr. Weasley, a customer just complained about the fake wands being fake," Lee eventually said in a fair imitation of the girl's high pitched voice.
Lee and George both whirled around simultaneously, eyes widening when they spotted Lee.
Fred was the one who recovered first and answered. "Good Lord, Verity, we told you not to eat the Ugly-Uppers, they aren't properly tested yet."
"But look at the result, Fred, it's stunning."
Lee didn't say anything, just stood there, crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows.
Fred and George looked at each other and then looked back at Lee. "Sorry," they both said at the same time and managed to look like kicked puppies.
"We owe you a drink, mate. Or twelve."
"Give us a hand, yeah, and we can go in half an hour," George said. He was asking for more than just a hand, though, it was evident in the tone of his voice.
Lee stepped closer, looked into the cauldron. "What is it?" It didn't matter, though, so he nodded and added, "how can I help?"
He heard Fred behind him exhale audibly and George looked at him and grinned.
George muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'what the hell', stopped stirring and hugged him hard for about two point four seconds. "Fred's paying tonight. He bet that you'd punch us."
"Who says I won't?" asked Lee.
next: 4. er... um...
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 3/13: oh how I loathe thee (most of the time)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 590
Summary: Lee missed his friends.
Author's Notes: This is the third one. Sorry for the delay, will be posting the next part right away and will do my very best to keep writing. I'm not abandoning it, promise.
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 2. no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
"I would like to talk to your boss, please," Lee said politely to the blonde girl wearing robes in a shade of magenta only a true genius or a very crazy person could come up with.
"I'm sorry, Sir, Mr. and Mr. Weasley are busy at the moment. How can I help you?"
Lee snorted. "Then please tell Mr. and Mr. Weasley that I want to talk to them."
"I'm sorry, but they are in the product development room and are not to be disturbed." The girl looked sternly. It wasn't very convincing, compared to Lee she was tiny.
Lee pointed to a red curtain with a sign above that said 'Come in if you're brave enough'. "That's the product development room, yeah?"
"You can't," the girl said indignantly.
"I can," Lee assured her and walked toward the curtain, glad that a customer had just entered the shop and distracted the blonde girl.
He pulled back the curtain, but instead of announcing his presence, Lee leaned against the door frame and watched his friends for a moment. Fred was busy waving his wand over what looked like an ordinary t-shirt in complicated patterns, muttering charm after charm. George was stirring a potion in a huge cauldron, counting and adding ingredients in seemingly random intervals. Both of them were so immersed in what they were doing, that they probably wouldn't have noticed a pink, polka-dotted elephant dancing salsa in the middle of the room. Lee had missed them.
They hadn't written. Lee knew that they would have been able to smuggle something past Umbridge's security, but they hadn't. Lee hadn't either, so it was probably fair, he guessed. Now it was just a day after he'd left Hogwarts for the very last time. He hadn't planned on coming right away, but hadn't been able to stay away either. The shop was better, big, louder, George-and-Fred-er, than he'd ever thought it could be. Lee still hated that they'd just left, still resented them for it, but the crease in his forehead softened as he watched them. It was where they belonged, even Lee could see that.
"Mr. and Mr. Weasley, a customer just complained about the fake wands being fake," Lee eventually said in a fair imitation of the girl's high pitched voice.
Lee and George both whirled around simultaneously, eyes widening when they spotted Lee.
Fred was the one who recovered first and answered. "Good Lord, Verity, we told you not to eat the Ugly-Uppers, they aren't properly tested yet."
"But look at the result, Fred, it's stunning."
Lee didn't say anything, just stood there, crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows.
Fred and George looked at each other and then looked back at Lee. "Sorry," they both said at the same time and managed to look like kicked puppies.
"We owe you a drink, mate. Or twelve."
"Give us a hand, yeah, and we can go in half an hour," George said. He was asking for more than just a hand, though, it was evident in the tone of his voice.
Lee stepped closer, looked into the cauldron. "What is it?" It didn't matter, though, so he nodded and added, "how can I help?"
He heard Fred behind him exhale audibly and George looked at him and grinned.
George muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'what the hell', stopped stirring and hugged him hard for about two point four seconds. "Fred's paying tonight. He bet that you'd punch us."
"Who says I won't?" asked Lee.
next: 4. er... um...