𝓖𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓓𝓸𝓰𝓼

𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀

          It's been three days now that y/n's been staying in The Orders headquarters. She lay in between the old sheets and listened to the homely sounds. The bass of Kreachers voice mumbling nonsensical gibberish up and down the hallways. the walls moaning and groaning in a strenuous manor, exhausted from upholding the chaos that has been the past three days. Meeting after meeting yet no conclusion has been-

"y/n..." whispered a voice abruptly, in a tone a urgency.

       She shot up from the stiff mattress, startling herself quite frankly with the sheer amount of speed. The mattress adjusted beneath her legs and the palms of her hands, prodded into the tight fabric.
It was half past 7 so the whole home was mostly pitch black. She stared into the hallway searching for any light to adjust her eyes to, but she had to luck. She pivoted her body to place her feet on the floor. she took two steps before she was, without warning, greeted with a loud popping sound coming from directly behind her. The sound was so startling it sent a wave of shock through every centimeter of her self. Similar to the feeling one would get when about to trip and fall, in an attempted to prepare their body for the harsh impact of the ground.
she would have let out a hearty yelp if She didn't find her mouth already covered by a slender, but strong hand. And instead, the yelp was replaced with a muffled gasp of air through her nose.

"shh.." said the voice into her ear.

Before allowing her the time to think a tall, muscular figure slipped into her peripheral vision and locked eyes with her, a goofy yet, charming grin creeped on to his face.

it was George Weasley,
"stay hush, or we'll get caught"

Seeing that George was in front of me, it's safe to assume the figure behind was Fred. His palm still firmly pressed against my chin, fingers wrapping all the way around to the other side. I felt the muscles in his wrists twitch as he loosened his grip, and the warm sensation of him pressed against me faded as he stepped back, snickering.

"just because you can use magic out of school now doesn't mean you have to whip ur wands out for everything" y/n snarked, still a little shaken up.

"something else you have in mind for us to whip out, eh?" retorted Fred, from behind her.

"maybe if you get lucky" she said, giving in and letting the smirk run across her face.

she knew George and Fred from school, but since shes a grade younger, she had never been given the opportunity to become extremely close. But, during the last few days at headquarters things have gotten a considerable amount better for her. While awaiting Harry's arrival at headquarters, the three of them had set their mind to figuring out what had happened. None of the adults would give any information and they were instructed not to reach out to Harry. Once joined by Ron and Hermione, the five of them were able to spy just long enough to scope out the situation, figuring out the Harry had been attacked by dementors and was facing possible expulsion  from Hogwarts.

Nonetheless, there was still much more information sought out after by the trio, hence Fred and George bombarding y/n in such a silent, yet terribly invasive, manor.

George, still standing in front of her, made his way tiptoeing towards the door as Fred placed a hand on her shoulder.

"they're talking in the kitchen, and we didn't want you to miss it" fred whispered as he let his hand lazily trail down her arm, loosely grabbing her wrist and leading her towards the door and into the pitch black hallway.
George held open the door and ushered Fred and Y/n through, closing the door slowly in attempt to hide the deafening creak that would without a doubt cause the whole house to be aware of their presence.