Post by Fred Weasley II on Jan 25, 2014 9:13:50 GMT -5
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MALE
EX-GRYFFINDOR
PURE-BLOOD
HETEROSEXUAL
WILLIAM MARCIN
FRED OLIVER WEASLEY
 Hi. Sit here? Okay. Ready if you are. Describe myself? Can I ask what this interview is for? No? Alright. Not creepy at all. Uhm, describe myself. I would describe myself as… caring? I think I’m quite defensive when it comes to my family. Perhaps a little over-protective when it comes to my sister, but that’s not such a bad thing, right? Uhh, I guess I’m also hard-working, when I put my back into it, although I’ve found that in my case it tends to give mixed results. But that’s life, I guess. Err… Can we move on? Tell you everything from the beginning? Seriously? Did you ask Rox these questions? And she answered them properly? Wow, okay, hm. The beginning is probably the War, I guess. The Second Wizarding War. You know that story, surely, with Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron and Aunt Mione? That’s when Uncle Fred died; Dad’s twin. He’s who I’m named after. They were supposedly like legends of their time at school; proper troublemakers. They dropped out of school to start a joke shop, I shit you not. But, like I said, Uncle Fred died. He got killed in the war and dad apparently sort of fell apart, but the family kept him going. Mum, too, of course. They got married at some point, took their time and eventually had me in the Spring of ’05. I was second in what would come to be a long line of Weasley children, and yeah, I’m counting the Potters because they’re still Weasleys, too, in all the ways that matter. Vic came first for Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill, so she’s about four years older than me. Then came myself, and Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry had James at the same time- Oh, and there’s Teddy, who isn’t related, but he may as well be! He’s even older than Vic, but you get the point – there was we four, and then suddenly there were thirteen. Rox –that’s my little sister- came the year after. She’s alright, bit clumsy, but she’s a good kid. A bit airy-fairy, y’know? Head in the clouds kind of girl. It's like she doesn’t think what she’d doing, sometimes. One of the worst days of my life, when we were kids, she just wandered away while we were having this huge bonfire in the back garden. Mum had us and all the neighbours hunting for her and it turned out she was under a bloody bed, reading or something. See what I mean? Did I have a good childhood? Yeah, of course I did. Thirteen kids, how could you not have fun? To be honest, it’s all a bit of a blur when I look back, but I do remember laughing a lot. I was a little more rambunctious as a kid- Ah, who am I kidding? I was a bit of a shit. Though to be more precise: James, Al, and I were a group of little shits. We’d play pranks on the girls and get told off, but sometimes it made Dad laugh, so I was hardly going to stop. School? School was alright. It got better towards the end, but that was… Alright, let me explain. I looked forward to school so much, I was batshit about going, mum and dad were over the moon for me, and then my first year went absolutely shit. It took me off guard a little but I just put it down to being overwhelmed, y’know? I shook it off and started my second year fresh-headed. I knuckled down, studied hard, gave it my all, and by the end of the year I’d hardly done any better. All that effort and I’d still ended up bottom of the class, and there was James coasting through effortlessly. I mean, that’s enough to depress a guy, right? But that was the year Rox had started, not to mention Al and Dom and Rose and Molly, and they all were great. So I felt a bit of a failure and I figured if it made no difference either way, then I might as well blow it off. I slacked off in class and I put all my effort into earning my namesake, becoming the real heir to the joke-shop business. Third year was a blur of fucking around, blowing things up and sitting in detention. Fourth year is where it really started heading downhill. I started hanging around with a dodgy crowd and the pranks turned a little darker- Like what? My mum and dad aren’t gonna see this, are they? Well, I started stealing, smoking some stuff, and generally being a delinquent. I managed to keep it on the down-low, but that was mostly because I was terrified. I knew I shouldn’t be doing it, I was just lost. I felt worthless. The Stupid Weasley. But I did get myself out, or rather, I guess Rox deserves a little credit here: she started getting into some stuff with- Well, just stuff, alright? And I just knew I had to be there for her. That’s when I realised that I’d been beating myself up for not having any academic worth and therefore no worth within the family, when my real worth was as a brother, and a cousin, and a son. And there I was being a lay-about idiot, not giving a care because, what? I wasn’t brewing a potion as well as the guy next to me? Fifth year was a revival in giving a shit. Like I said earlier, Vic and Teddy were the only ones older than me and James, and they were long gone by the time all the others had started school. I was The Big Cousin, and so I started taking that responsibility seriously. I also gave my classwork another tackle, but I was still only mediocre at most things, so I tried to find something to challenge me. Louis (another Weasley cousin) was going in for his House Quidditch team that year, and I figured since I’d always been pretty fair at it, I’d give a stab at my own House team. We used to have these epic games when we were younger, between the whole family, and I was alright. Not just because I was going against a bunch of kids younger than me, either, because my cousin Dom was a right one. So, I tried out for the Gryffindor team and I made it on as a Chaser. Suddenly I was doing something I enjoyed, I was good at, and made the family proud of me for. I felt a bit like an idiot, really; I’d wasted years trying to figure it out and it’d been right in front of my face the whole time. Mum and dad had both been on their House teams at school, not to mention Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry. It was in my blood, and with some hard work and tough practices I got really, really good. How did my exams go? Oh, well, I just scraped through my O.W.L.s and then I failed my N.E.W.T.s, but I didn’t need them anyway. Our Uncle Oli –not a real Uncle, but bloody awesome just the same- coaches Puddlemere United, and when I graduated, dad called him up and got me a try-out with their reserve team. I showed them what I could do and they liked it, so that’s where I am today. Oddly enough, Dom is on the reserves team, too. Friends? Yeah, of course I have friends. What kind of question-? There’s the guys on the team, that I hang around with, but, uh, I wouldn’t say I had a best mate, but I think I’m probably closest to James, my cousin, out of everyone in the family. Other than Rox, obviously. Mum jokes that we would have been twins, like dad and Uncle Fred were, but Rox probably wandered away when it came time to be birthed, which definitely sounds like her. I also spent a fair bit of time with Rose at school, and Dom on the House team, so I know them pretty well, too. Outside of the family? Have you been listening to a word I said? Family’s where it’s at, man. Anything else? Five words to finish? Uhm… make love not horcruxes, mate. STE 23 GMT |
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