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The Feel of 'Fred'Summary: A Harry Potter one-shot. The birth of his nieces and nephews forces George to consider the name of his own future son. Not angst.The Feel of 'Fred' by JoeMerl
"We were thinking of naming the baby after Fred, actually."
George froze in the process of pouring two Firewhiskys. "Oh," he said after a moment, standing up stiffly and handing a glass to Bill.
Bill seemed to take this as a bad reaction. "Of course, we haven't decided for sure yet," he said quickly. "The baby could be a girl, after all. And if it is a boy, we still wouldn't name it after Fred if, you know...you object or anything."
"Well, honestly I just hadn't thought of—" George suddenly blinked. "'If I object?' Why would I object?"
Bill shrugged, looking supremely awkward. "Well—you know. Fleur and I, and the rest of the family—we sort of feel like you have...dibs on Fred's name, if you wanted to give it to your own son."
"But I'm not having a son," George said, feeling rather stupid.
"Well, no. But
Ty Lee Week 2011, Day 1: PoofPoof.Ty Lee Week 2011, Day 1: Poof by MenollySagittaria
She was gone.
Ty Lee left her home at night. She slipped out a window, tip-toed across a twenty-foot garden wall past privately-hired guards, and somersaulted to her freedom.
There was nothing particularly magical about the rickshaw ride to the coast, nor the small steamboat that ferried her away.
Though she was sure everyone back home wondered how she did it.
Left the lap of luxury, the undisputed most affluent place in the world, (for Fire Nation people did not know the extents of the pockets of Earth Kingdom wealth that still remained).
Acquired her own money for passage and located the appropriate boat.
Most of all, how Ty Lee- the dim-witted, if cheerful girl, could orchestrate any kind of plan like this.
If anything, the place she was leaving was where the magic was- where servants appeared at your beck and call, and fragrances forever hung in the air of lofty-ceilinged mansions.
The budding acrobat didn't look back at the archipelago of active volcanoes where she ha
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