Woah, Wicked | Fred Weasley

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May 11th

It's what we always we're.

The manor was quite dark and gloomy with only two people to occupy it. No sounds of laughter no moms yelling for their sons to stop tackling each other. No one making homemade pies in the kitchen. It was bare, and something Fred had not been fond of. However Genevieve soaked in it, she was accompanied to it.

Nonetheless, this did not affect the couple, the silence only grew to them. They could feel how the other felt and both tried to even it out. Sometimes they'd cook together, they may just sit around reading a book aloud to the other. They both didn't mind that the quite enclosed on them differently they just cherished it further.

"My love?" Fred barged in the bathroom steam freckling his cheeks. Genevieve continued with her shower as she had just started with shampoo.

"Yes, Freddie?" She replied lathering her hair.

"The thought had just come to me but if we were to get caught and I or you go away for manslaughter what would you do?" He questioned pacing through the tiled room.

"Fred I'm in the middle of taking a shower and you want to ask me about Azkaban?" She disputed.

"That's not an answer." The pacing halted.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Can you just answer?"

Genevieve giggled to herself as she stepped under the stream. "I supposed I will fight to the death to get you out...invested?" She inquired.

Pleased with the response Fred smiled to himself.

"Alright, I'll let you finish your shower." He suggested going to head out the door.

"Or you could join me." She replied waiting to see what he said.
Fred rather fast undressed and joined her.
The two finished their pleasant shower and headed off downstairs once dressed.

"We need to go on that mission," Genevieve said well the pair walked downstairs.
"Yes, we must do it today, or else it'll be too late."
They gave one another the eye, an eye of disturbance.

"Then let's head to Malfoy manor and gather the rest" Genevieve started,

"Then return to where our life's even started—" they paused as they reached the fireplace.
"Ollivander's."

They use the floo network to retrieve back to headquarters. Coming face to face with an all-ready Fenrir Greyback and Walden Macnair.
The two were an odd pair yet some of the heads of the death eaters.

"Unsupported flight as usual." Greyback requested before turning into a fog of dark air. Macnair is followed close behind him. Fred and Genevieve squeezed one another's hand before gazing into the eyes of each other and off they went. Forming into a big ball of mist floating in the air.

They traveled the cloudy skies, looking as if they wanted to pour all over London. The black orbs of Greyback and Macnair flew through the air swerving into the Millennium Bridge. Breaking it as muggles crossed the platform, breaking beneath them being swallowed into the water.

Splashing through the front door, wood, and glass shattered in an instant. Fire following their path. Macnair grabbed hold of Olivander dragging him off his feet morphing him within their shadowed trail.