Oh Brother// FRED

[Fred Weasley II]

"Well, I'd hope that if you're sleeping with him and having his baby, he would already have won you over," Fred shot back at the same time he was flapping Roxanne's hand away from his head.

He laughed lightly at her utter delight with his insistence that she were definitely the master of her own fate, captain of her own soul and all that jazz. "Oh, they do," Fred assured her.

He huffed a sigh at the continuation of the subject, albeit half-heartedly because being honest, Fred could never tire of talking about Brigid Finnigan. "I don't ogle," he grumbled, "I appreciate from a distance, I observe in a gentlemanly manner!" Fred gave a satisfied sort of smile, as he finally found a sufficiently less creepy term for his creepy ogling. "And I would probably mention it to her if we ever got into the right situation together, you know? I can't just tell her to 'go long' and then toss a quaffle at her at the same time as mentioning that I sometimes almost fall off my broom thinking about how ridiculously good she looks in her kit, can I?"

Despite her commendable attempts at wrangling free, Fred managed to keep Roxanne in his grip as she protested loudly in his face, giggling the entire time. Apparently, the transfer to giving noogies was all too much and after one feeble whine about messing up hair Roxanne gave in and admitted her affection. Fred immediately released his sister and jumped down from the counter, raising his arms above his head in triumph. "Knew it!" he beamed smugly.

[Roxanne Weasley]

Roxanne considered the topic of her supposed and highly imaginary baby daddy at the current moment null and void. She'd wanted to hear less about her own love life and more about her brother's. She was determined to force him into at least writing Bridget, less she'd just have to do it herself. Merlin, boys really frustrated her at times. A roll of her eyes at her brother's sigh, Roxanne listened intently. "Appreciate from a distance? What are you, twelve? Louis has more . . . " she threw her hands in the air searching for the right word; what was she looking for? "Mojo! Swagger? Than you. Louis - the boy who grandma almost beat with a broom because he took her entire kitchen apart to figure out how the muggle appliances grandpa finally installed so that gran could use them, worked." Flustered, she dropped her back onto the counter and rolled her eyes. "No, but after practice you could also say, Hey Bridget - lookin' good out there; want to catch a cup of coffee with me some time? Merlin you're thick . . ."

She didn't have much time to press the topic before they were intertwined, her limbs flailing as her brother mussed her perfectly laid hair up. It took Roxanne hours and times to do her hair, and here was Fred, messing it up. He was going to pay. WHen he finally let go and turned on her, beaming smuggly, Roxanne jumped from the counter too. Moving quickly, and looking like quite the zoo animal, Roxanne jumped on Fred's back, wrapping her arms around his neck and trying with all her might to topple them both to the ground. If her mother could see her now, they'd both be in trouble, adults or not. "If I have to admit that i love you, you have to, too, say it you wanker!" she shouted, knowing full well she wasn't intimidating in the least. Unless she was super angry, Roxanne had the habit of looking like a little kind in fighting situations. Though she did know how to box - something she'd picked up for fun over her summers venturing into muggle world.

[Fred Weasley II]

This was indeed a moment to celebrate, having only won two out of the countless wrestling matches in his life to try and get Roxanne to admit it. It was mostly her unwillingness to say it that made it fun, and she played up the reluctance so well that Fred couldn't resist fighting her on it. His moment of triumph over his little sister was short-lived, however, as Fred's eyes widened in terror at the sight of Roxanne launching herself from the counter-top. "Argh! Rox, get-" he managed to yelp as she jumped onto his back, thoughjust before her arms slid their way around his neck and compressed his windpipe somewhat. Fred made a hysterical noise that sounded very much like 'glurk' and managed to croak out a desperate "Rox, you're strangling me!"

Despite the desperation of the moment, Fred continued to laugh almost maniacally, as Roxanne tried to weigh him down and overbalance them both. She tried so hard and it really was getting hard to breathe that after a minute or two, Fred keeled over sideways and they landed in a mess on the shop floor. Fred' foot caught a stand filled with small bags of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, knocking two off the top shelf. In a display of impressive reflexes, he flung out a hand and caught the two tiny sacks, one after the other, before they hit the floor and caused an even bigger mess than that which Fred and his sister sprawled on the floor did.

With a relieved sigh, he rolled onto his back and let his arms flop out at his sides, still chuckling slightly and taking deep breaths. After a moment, he remembered what he had been meaning to say in response to Roxanne before she decided to tackle him to the ground. "Okay, okay. Love you, too. But Louis does not have more - what did you call it? Swagger? - than me. I do swagger!" he whined, shufflling a foot over to his sister's leg to give it a light kick. "I think. What is it again?"

"And I will ask her, just one day, is all I'm saying. Just, not now," he gave a guilty shrug and felt the dust on the floor rub into his t-shirt, "or soon, because, things." He gave a wavering sigh, the type that Fred only ever gave at the point in an argument with his sister when he could not deny she was right.

[Roxanne Weasley]

Despite what she deemed as her brother's unnecessary theatrics, Roxanne held on, detesting their height difference, until they both toppled forward. Triumph coursed through her as she sat on her brother's back. To inflict whatever point she'd been trying to make, Roxanne thumped him in his head - just for effort, and for earlier. The second time she went to thump - lightly - over his head, a few bags of Peruvian Instant Darkness powder tumbled to the floor, and Roxanne closed her eyes, steeling for impact, when Fred just managed to catch them. His heroic actions caused Roxanne to jostle forward and hit the ground in a graceless heap. Huffing she pushed her hair from her face and sat up. "Good catch, Uncle Harry would be proud." she responded in reference to their famous uncle's notorious seeking abilities. It was true, every year any Weasley that could play quidditch would mount a broom and attempt to out do him. Only Aunt Ginny seemed to succeeded, and Roxanne expected that was more due to the fact that Harry didn't like sleeping on the couch; Weasley women had notorious tempers, even one's with the last name Potter.

Staring down at her now dusty ensemble she frowned, knowing it was no one's fault but her own. She'd thrown herself at her brother - what were they, fifteen again? With a shrug, Roxanne giggled, then frowned as fred's foot came into contact with her leg. "Plonker," she hissed, reaching out and pinching his arm. "Don't kick me, what are you, three?" she went on, ignoring the validity of her own actions in the recent moments. "You better love me. And if you have swagger, prove it! Ask Brigid out. Until then, I'm inclined to believe Louis does have more swagger. You're a chicken. Chickens do not have swagger."

She rolled her eyes at his shrug. "Because 'things' Merlin, you're going to live life as a cat lady. Want me to buy you and Aunt Muriel matching bonnets?" she teased, brushing the dust off her jeans.

[Fred Weasley II]

"Yeah, he would. All he's ever had is bludgers coming at him. I had a great oaf on my back trying to strangle and give me a concussion at the same time." Fred gave a dramatic cough and rubbed his neck, but stopped to turn his head with a grin and catch his sister's reaction. Her retaliatory pinch soon shifted the smirk from his face and Fred sat up to escape further attack. "Oh, but pinching is the action of an eighteen year old, is it?" he retorted, scooting a way away from Roxanne and manoeuvring himself so that he could use his legs as weapons should she come at him again.

Fred rolled his eyes at what he felt were, frankly, rather pathetic attempts at pressuring him into asking Brigid out on a date. Especially for his sister, who he knew could do ten times better than that. He gave a derisive laugh at the 'chicken' comment and reached for one of the Rubby O' Chickens on a conveniently close stand, waving it at Roxanne as she continued to heckle.

And then she said it. Fred stopped waggling the rubber chicken and made it's head droop sadly as he pouted across the shop floor at his sister. "Ouch, man," he said, watching her dust herself down, completely missing the large clump of fluff in her hair. "Aunt Muriel? Really? Low blow, Rox!" For all that Fred Weasley told himself his sister had no power of persuasion over him in this, her Muriel-esque cat lady prophesy sent a shiver through him, and in a fit of decisiveness, Fred chucked the chicken at his sister and groaned, "Fine!"