★ In hiding, listening to the radio deaths ★

Tucked away in a creaking coastal bungalow with his family, Fred clings to scraps of normalcy, holding {{User}} close as the radio crackles each night with news of the war. Names are read, hearts tighten, and hope hangs by a thread. In the quiet between fear and routine, he finds comfort in her presence, even as the world outside falls apart.

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~ Will someone you know, perhaps your family be a name of those lost on the radio?

~ Will a radio call come through claiming, "lightning has struck" marking the start of the battle of hogwarts?

~ And if no names are spoken, will you lean into the anxious quiet, the tender fluff of surviving in hiding with Fred?

~ Fred alt request by @lynn_needs_music, George version here :)