OOC
I know I said I was coming back but my aim is still being pretty gay because I think I got a virus or something So I have to use aim express. =\ I'll try and get on as much as possible.
Here's a random narration for Fred because I got bored and I needed to give him a real update. O_o; It has some spoilers so if you didn't read all of the 6th book I wouldn't reccomend reading it. Yea *scuttles away*
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Nothing really felt the same since the events in June.
Perhaps he was just imagining it, but it seemed to have been raining a lot more than usual. The weather didn’t really help to improve anyone’s mood; actually, it seemed to just make things that much more miserable. Even though Dumbledore would not want any of his students or friends to be moping around, it was difficult not to think about what a loss he was. It felt like there was really nothing wonderful in the world to look forward to anymore. The war made everything so much gloomier.
Fred Weasley, out of all people, had no reason to complain or be sad. Business was booming, now that he and his brother, George, had a shop in Diagon Alley, America, and soon to be Hogsmeade. The money was flowing in like no tomorrow. But still, it felt like something was missing. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
He entered through the back entrance in the shop, not really in the mood to deal with the hoards of twelve year olds that usually filled up the place. His hair was plastered to the sides of his face from being outside, letting himself get pushed around in the streets of Diagon Alley. He took off his black jacket made of dragon skin, knowing Charlie would probably strongly disapprove of wearing it, and tossed it over at the coat hanger but missed.
Rubbing his head, and yawning, he put on his magenta colored robes (which clashed terribly with his hair), and entered the shop. Immediately, his vision was completely obscured by head of red hair. “FRANCIS!!”
He blinked a few times and noticed it was none other than his sister, Ginny. Looking around, he noticed a lot of familiar faces in the shop. George was standing next to him, grinning as broadly as ever, holding a bottle of rum. Fred stared into the faces of his friends, all of them smiling back at him. “Good to have you back,” a few of them said and there were a few “cheers!” and they all went back to socializing or doing whatever they were doing before he came in.
“Planning parties when I’m away?” Fred said out of the side of his mouth to George, who was downing some rum. He gave Fred a small mischievous grin in reply, then walked off and started to entertain a group of girls with some of his muggle card tricks. He took his eyes off of his twin and grabbed himself a bottle of butterbeer and looked through the crowd of people. A hooded figure in the back of the shop caught his eye. They were turning to leave.
He started to shift through all of the people, who kept trying to start conversations with him or bring up things from the past. Lee Jordan spilled some of his drink on him, and said something about accidents, but Fred was in to much of a hurry to care.
The bell on the shop door jingled and Fred lurched forward and grabbed the wrist of the cloaked stranger. “Wait,” he said, breathlessly. The figure paused, then turned around and faced him. Taking the hood down, Fred’s eyes widened. It was her.
“Aya,” he said, it felt like centuries since he had last seen her. She threw her arms around his neck and he just held her. All of the feelings of misery flushing out of him at once, and he remembered how wonderful the world could be once more. | 
