Oh Brother... - Fredster

[Ron Weasley]

Food was one of the few joys Ron found in his ever so difficult teenage life. He loved food. It was comforting, warming, could pick you up when your feeling down. Ron, not being the happiest of people by nature, loved how food could make him feel just a bit better about life. It was needless to say that it wasn't a rare occurrence to find him hanging about the kitchens like he was up to no good. Mostly, he was just keeping an eye out for any prefects, because they would tell him off for being down here at this time of night. But it was the best time for him to come because the chances of someone else being there were pretty low. Ron didn't particularly like the idea of sharing his night time treats.

He had always wondered to ask Harry if he could borrow his Invisibility cloak for nights such as this one, but then Harry would start asking questions. Sure, Harry probably knew what Ron was up two at this time of night when he was having one of his food moods, but Ron liked to think this was his own little secret. he didn't really need it. Not on this night anyway. The few prefects on duty in the lower part of the castle seemed to have there minds drifting other places, so there were careless and unobservant, allowed Ron to easily navigate his way down to the kitchens.

The familiar smells of the night's feast met his senses as he got closer. he knew the elves may be working still, cleaning up possibly. They never seemed to mind his company too much. He didn't speak to them, and they didn't speak to him. He just came for the food. He opened the main door to the kitchen slowly and stepped into the huge candle lit room. And there was someone else there already.

[Fred Weasley]

Sneaking at night was something both Fred and George loved to do, they would usually enter one of the secret passways nearer to the gryffindor common room, and with the help fo the marauders map they would go exploring the castle at night. But this nigth was different, Fred left the common room without his brother and he felt horrible for it, he usually never left without George, but he couldn't really do anything about it either, his brother was sick and he was starving to dead and unable to sleep.

After leaving his comon room he decided to sneak into the near passway and onto the kitchen, Fred loved candies the most, but he ahd been worried sick for his brothers health that he had not eaten well that afternoon and the consequences were this, sneaking out of bet onto the kitchens.

It was difficult for Fred not to speak to anyone, and the creatures in the castle weren't and ecxception. After greeting the elves in the kitchen and sitting down he asked them to bring him something to eat and probably something he could take to his brother too, after all the elves had asked for him for it was weird to find the twins separated.

After the food arrived and the elves moved back he started eating just before a sound made him look up and smile widely, it was no other than his baby brother Ron. Grinning he stood up, walked up to him, wrapped his arm around the boy's neck and pulled him close "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A baby brother" he said ruffling his brother's hair "What brings you here at this goddly hour?"

[Ron Weasley]

Slight dread seemed to fill Ron's soul as he saw his elder brother's miscellaneously happy grin. He had thought to turn around and head back up to the common room and starve for the night, but chances are that Fred would probably just follow him. Before Ron could do anything to avoid it, his brother had him in a headlock and giving him a good head rubbing. Ron struggled, feeling like a little boy again. "Gerroff! Fred, gerroff me!" His voice was muffled, but the intention was clear. Intention had always been something Fred and George conveniently ignored.

Finally released of his brother's lock, Ron's straightened up, ran his own hand through his hair in a rough fashion as if to organize the chaos his brother had brought to it, and proceeded to give his brother sour looks. "I'm not telling you unless you tell me why you're down here." He waited for his brother's sly reply when he realized there was something off about this picture. There was only one of them. Where was George? It took Ron a couple of seconds to remember that his other brother had been off sick for a few days now. It always took a bit of adjusting to see either of the twins on their own. They were usually never without each other's company.

"How's George?" He wasn't too interested in getting all brotherly, but he was his brother, and he knew how slightly lost Fred had been the last few days without his best friend by his side. Ron moved over to the main table, having a look around, vaguely thinking about what he was going to eat, if he would ever get the chance to eat with Fred here.