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Post by Fred Weasley on May 30, 2008 12:30:38 GMT 8
Fred threw the fridge door open as his tongue licked his parched lips. After a long day of work, he was not only starving, but craving for some home-made food. Preferably food made by his mom. He knelt down to look upon the shelves, his golden orbs scanning every inch of the inside. A large, heavy sigh escaped his thick lips swiftly. He groaned and slammed the fridge door shut before spinning around and heading for the cupboards. He swung the doors open and groaned loudly again. Why was there no food in the house? Didn't mom ever cook for Ginny and Ron anymore?!
He grumbled under his breath and threw himself into a chair next to the table. His vibrant red hair shown just as brightly under the dim lights of the kitchen. He was agravated to say the least. His stomach growled and he slammed his forehead onto the table top loudly. A large thump echoed threw out the room as a product of his last move. His nose wrinkled as a shot of pain stormed itself around his head.
A soft crack came from the family room, causing Fred to shoot up in his chair. He thingyed his head to the side, flinching in pain from his minor headache. He didn't bother pulling out his wand as he preyed that it was his mom. His stomach growled rather loudly and he sighed. Oh how he preyed that his mom was coming to cook. |
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