Roleplay Profile of HopesFlameThreads:
0 / Posts:
175 / Profiles:
Offline or lurkingLast Seen:
241 days 3 hours 11 minutes 14 seconds agoJoined:
1 years 168 days 22 minutes 58 seconds agoShiny Objects:
HopesFlame, Raven Lestrange, Liam Nox, Draco Malfoy, Ian Pevensie, Fred and George Weasley, Kyle Loving, Abigail Petras, Oliver Siegel, Aaron Lake, Ilithya, Xena Williams/Aqua, Devon Lavigne, John Allerdyce/Pyro, Tera Knight, Vanessa Symone/Desire, Nikkole Petras, Lilly Evans, Adelline Lyliac, Scott Summers/Cyclops, Kevin Snow, Alice Tatum, Blake Argent, James Whitlock/Vitus, Sample Post, The Secret Alliance, Chris Halliwell, Scorpius Malfoy, Abby Harrington, X Men: ROTM, The Doppelganger, Cole Leverant
Role Play Profile
Status: What time is it? SUMMER TIME![ ] Online[X] Busy, Posting but Very Slowly[ ] School, Posting but Very VERY Slowly[ ] Offline[ ] Offline, for Now[ ] Sleeping[ ] Away, Will be Back Soon[ ] Away, Gone for a Couple of Days
About MeHey, you can just call me Hope. I'm a girl... chick...I'm pretty sure, I mean I had boobs the last time I- Yeah, I have boobs, I'm a girl. I live in Pennsylvania. I'm currently in high school. I have a couple of sisters on this site. They introduced me to it. I'm really kind. I think I come off a little too strong at times. I'm somewhat shy but once were talking I'll be my crazy, erratic self.
George had not wanted to get up that morning. He was miserable since the minute has saw his brothers lifeless body on the ground. It hurt him to think about his brother, his twin brother, going into the ground being gone forever. The thought of it made tears form in his eyes. As much as Molly tried to get things back to normal, nothing was normal. Fred was gone and he wasn't coming back. This family was broken and could never be fixed, at least that was what George thought. George stared at Fred's chair every night during dinner since the day he died. His hatred for the death eaters made him bitter. He hardly talked to anyone. Every time Ron, Percy, or even Charlie tried to get him to laugh or joke around, he just stared at them blankly, and as soon as they were out of sight, he began to cry. He was a lifeless ghost living in the shadow of who he used to be. George Weasley died the day Fred Weasley died. He was no longer himself. He walked around like a zombie. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was no longer George's business. He gave it to his most trusted friend, Dean Thomas. He knew the place would be in good hands with Dean. The only one he normally talked to was Ginny. She could get him talking somehow; even smile occasionally and he couldn't just ignore her especially when she needed his help on particular things. He had remembered Rose and Lilly; the Ravenclaw twins. He had attended Lilly's funeral and at the time he thought it was impossible for anything like that to happen to Fred or himself, he cried a little thinking about it. Now that it came true, he couldn't stop himself from crying because Fred's death would escape his mind, but then come right back. He reluctantly dragged himself out of bed and moved toward the closet, opening it to reveal a black suit for this horrid occasion. He did all the normal tasks he did in the mornings. As he left his room, he turned toward the door that read, "DO NOT CROSS, FRED'S ROOM!"
He touched the door, let a few tears fall, and walked down the stairs, wiping the tears away. He looked toward his large family. Molly, Arthur, Billy, Charlie, Percy, Ron, and Ginny plus Harry, Hermione, and Fleur were their as well. George simply stared at the and began to walk out the door, still feeling their eyes on his back. He overheard their conversation from outside. He couldn't help it."He doesn't look any better."
His mother's voice began to crack as her labored breath increased."Has anyone even got him to smile yet? Do anything?"
Fleur's thick, distinct, french accent said also becoming rigid as she began to cry."I don't know what to do anymore."
Ron said his voice was struck with sadness even though he didn't start to cry."We have to help him..."
Harry said."What can we do?"
Ginny said, another voice that began to break."Give him time."
George waited for his family to finish talking and join him outside, where a portkey waited for them. He wondered how he would react during the viewing and the burial. No one in his family had seen him cry; no one ever caught him. He was always emotionless when talking.
He was going to be the first to lay a rose on Fred's coffin and put a handful of dirt on top of it. He walked nervously toward it, his hands shaking, and let the rose fall on top of the coffin. He had tried his hardest to keep his tears back but when he sat back down next to his mother, he grabbed her hand and began sobbing. He was no longer able to keep anything in. He was miserable and this loss was too much. He grabbed the dirt and dropped it right in. He also dropped a locket that he had made Fred just a week after he died. One of the quotes Fred and George said together was engraved on the top of it. A secret they shared now buried with his brother. He chuckled a little at the thought of them saying to each other that they'd "take it to the grave."
He thought "I didn't mean it literally you goof..."
He spoke aloud this time saying, "I love you, Fred."
After he was buried, George left the reception to sit in front of Fred's Grave, wanting to be alone. He looked to his left when he heard a familiar voice."Hello, Rose."
He simply didn’t want to hear her say she was sorry to hear about Fred. It hit him hard, even though she was right. She knew exactly what it felt like and from the looks of it, she still felt that way after 5 years. He thought “Great, I’m going to be like this for 5 more years. Can’t wait.”
Tears fell from his eyes and he sighed, his breath rigid. His face changed as tears began to fall more quickly then before.