dream of me // Fred Weasley

15. Gold

Blair had entertained herself for hours before Harry and Ron had woken up. She had done puzzles that she had found in the back of the cupboard under the kitchen stairs, she had had to fight off some large spiders to get them though. Then when she had done that she had baked three loaves of banana bread, a muggle recipe. She had cast a silencing spell around the piano and played for an hour straight. Then she sat at the kitchen table and watched as she grew leaves and branches from the old wooden table that stood as the Weasley's dining table.

Blair watched as she blossomed the branches into white and pink flowers, they hung low all across the ceiling of the kitchen and continued to sprout as the air was filled with the most spectacular smell. However, at the sound of movement coming down the stairs, Blair removed her hands from the table and the gold liquid that had trickled through the cracks and holes of the table disappeared and the branched shrunk down into the table.

"Morning," Ron's lazy voice rounded the corner as the last branch retreated back into the spot where Mr Weasley would normally sit. Blair looked over her shoulder and smiled at both Ron and Harry who were looking very confused as they searched the room, but still only found Blair.

"Where's everyone else?" Harry asked as he sat opposite Blair and yawned, stretching up to where there had been branches only moments ago. Blair watched as Ron lazily walked over to the fridge, opening it and bringing back an armful of food with him as he sat next to Harry. "They're still asleep," Blair said quietly, her voice a little hoarse as she hadn't spoken to anyone in hours.

Ron immediately began munching on his breakfast, not paying any attention to what Harry seemed to realise. "Something happened last night?" he questioned and Ron looked up, his eyebrows strung together in confusion, and his mouth nearly spilling out cereal. Blair nodded and told Harry and Ron what had happened, and how she had told them all to go back to bed so that they could get some rest.

"Why didn't anyone wake us up?" Ron said, his tone was angry that he had missed out on such an eventful evening. "Don't be stupid, of course we weren't going to wake you up," Blair said and she knew that Ron understood why they hadn't been alerted to the situation as it was happening.

"We always miss things," he grumbled, shoving more cereal in his mouth and Blair rolled her eyes. She felt rather on edge around the others as of late, they seemed to be constantly worrying about Blair and her nightmares; but something about Harry and Ron being so separate from it made her feel calm. As if they weren't so wrapped up in it as the others, she felt like her old self when she was with them.

This made things a lot more fun for the majority of the day. Fred, George, Ginny and Hermione slept in until nearly 2 in the afternoon, but Blair wasn't complaining because she had had the most incredible morning with Harry and Ron. Almost like they used to when they were younger.

Blair had spent the first half of the morning attempting to teach Ron how to play the piano, however, that activity had swiftly ended when Harry had made a joke about Ron wanting to serenade Hermione with the piano. Ron had gone in a bad mood and it hadn't lifted until Harry played chess with him, losing obviously.

They had then argued about what film they were going to watch, and ended up not watching anything as Harry had started throwing pillows at Ron every time he said no to something. This then escalated into a pillow war where each of them had formed battle stations around the living room and were using magic to conjure up anything they could throw across the room: pillows, snowballs, water balloons, bubbles.

Blair couldn't help but think that it was probably best that Mrs Weasley wasn't here for this activity. There was no doubt in her mind that they were going to clean up their mess, however, Mrs Weasley still may not have taken that as an excuse for the complete mess they were making.