['Nothing,' he says. Rubbish, Fred's not buying it for a second. George is shaking and - Hell, there are tears. His still-born heart leaps up into his throat, because George is doing his utmost not to cry, and this does not sit well with him at all. There are so few things able to incite this sort of reaction--.
One hand leaves George's arm to cup his head beneath the only remaining ear so Fred can get a better look at him. Not bleeding, not hurt - at least not physically - and that's enough to at least let him clap a hand playfully to his twin's cheek before letting go of him completely.]
Hardly one to be spooked so easy, mate. It wasn't a spider, was it?
[Subtly teasing Ron; always a good way to deflect from the tearing in his throat. He tries, tries damn hard, but the words still come out strained. What could he have possibly seen?]
a cup full of nothing for him to indulge - he feels alone;
One hand leaves George's arm to cup his head beneath the only remaining ear so Fred can get a better look at him. Not bleeding, not hurt - at least not physically - and that's enough to at least let him clap a hand playfully to his twin's cheek before letting go of him completely.]
Hardly one to be spooked so easy, mate. It wasn't a spider, was it?
[Subtly teasing Ron; always a good way to deflect from the tearing in his throat. He tries, tries damn hard, but the words still come out strained. What could he have possibly seen?]