AMOR FATI . . . fred weasley

VII. ACCORDING TO GEORGE

    'I suppose Davies will be coming?' Fred asks, trying to sound indifferent. Astronomy Tower it is, then!

    Joey frowns with confusion; she doesn't have a clue, bless her. 'I don't know, Freddie... I could ask him if you wanted?'

    'Yeah, I bet you could,' Fred mutters sullenly. George lets in a sharp intake of breath.

    Her warm chocolate eyes flood with worry, a worry that's been all too common as of late. 'I-is everything OK, Freddie? Rog asked me if you had a problem with him...'

    Fred scoffs, his eyebrow furrowed in intense fascination at the  the parchment. 'Oh, did he now?'

    Shit, George thinks, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Here we fucking go.

    'Well, do you?' she prompts gently.

    Fred releases an irritated huff. 'I just think,' wow, George ponders, that's unusual, 'that he's moved on from Cedric quite fast. That's all.'

    Cue a George Weasley faceplant. And no, he's not going to stop, ever.

    If Joey were anyone else, if she were Lola, say, she'd literally have blown Fred's head off at that before he could say Roger Davies. But Joey is most definitely not Lola, hence why, when George chances a peep at them, he notices Fred's head remains intact and her eyes aren't brimming with anger, but confusion.

    'What?' she says, incredulous. In the buttery light of the common room, her frown is deep and George can't bear it. 'Why in the name of Helga Hufflepuff would you think that, my love?'

    Fred shifts uncomfortably, and George knows it's because the casual my love can coax truths out of him, and makes him go all mushy inside. (He knows as much because Fred has spent many a night in their bedroom, talking a little too loud about how much he thinks Joey is such a great friend. Well, he's not wrong, but Fred is convincing nobody with this whole act. Only himself, which is a fucking shit-shaped disaster, to be honest.)

    'Because I saw you holding his hand after your detention, didn't I, so I just assumed...'

    'Never assume, it makes an ass out of u and me,' Joey chastises softly, the giggle weaving through her words. Fuck, it's a good job she finds her jokes funny, because literally nobody else does.

    'So there's nothing going on?' Fred asks, still unconvinced.

    'I mean, he's lovely, but no. He's a Cancer, Freddie.' She shudders as if to reiterate her point. 'Besides, I only have eyes for...'

    George sits up, grinning. Now we're talking.

    'For who, Joeypoos?' Fred is smirking now, his eyebrows finally unknotting. He lounges back into the sofa and surveys her with smug amusement.

    'Care to enlighten us?' George says, although he knows perfectly well who she only has eyes for. What can he say, he loves a good bit of gossip! 'We won't tell anyone, promise! Only our brothers-'

    '-the professors-'

    '-the house elves-'

    '-and the entire student body,' Fred finishes with a flourish. Joey's eyes roll as she laughs.

    Merlin's tits, it's the way she literally laughs at everything, her sense of humour corny and goofy but brilliant nevertheless, her eyes   perpetually sparkling with mischief's stars. George loves her so much, almost as much as his brother does (even if he doesn't quite know it yet!).