Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 34 | Driver

The time had come when Sarah would have take her driving test. Sarah sat at the kitchen table, explaining what she had to do to the Weasleys and several members of the Order.

"Okay, then, I need to show them my parallel parking," Sarah finished her explanation, whilst Mrs Weasley shovelled more food into her plate.

"You'll need a full stomach for that," Mrs Weasley reminded her chidingly, whilst Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Yes, but I can barely eat all of this!" Sarah replied, a gentle laugh leaving her throat.

"Of course you can!" Mrs Weasley rolled her eyes, deeming Sarah's plate full enough.

Beside her, Fred smiled, stealing a sausage from her plate. Sarah grinned, nudging her plate towards his so he could steal more.

Mrs Weasley hurried back around the table again, swatting Fred's fork away from Sarah's plate.

The two laughed as Mrs Weasley scolded them, who had her hands on her waist.

After their little escapade a week ago, their relationship felt different. It wasn't different in a bad way, but rather a more mature way.

Sarah really felt like their relationship was more than a highschool romance now, it could last outside of that.

Sarah shook herself from her thoughts and dug into her food.

As the sound of clattering forks and knives filled the room, a man walked into the room. He was far over six feet tall, with black skin and a bald head. He wore navy blue wizard robes, and clutched a wand in his right hand, and a bunch of letters in his left.

"Hello. Sorry I'm late," He began, with a voice deeper than the Mariana Trench.

Before Sarah could wonder what his voice sounded like singing, the conversation had already sped past her.

"We're having steak, Kingsley. Come sit and eat," Mrs Weasley ushered Kingsley to a seat, who gratefully took a plate of steaming food from her grasp.

"I've got letters for some. Uh - let's see - Ron Weasley? Yes, this is from Hermione Granger," Kingsley passed the letter to Ron, who ripped open the envelope eagerly.

"Ooh!" George whistled teasingly beside Ron, who gave him a hard nudge in the ribs.

"Arthur, some letters for you. Oh, and Molly, I think this is that thing you wanted," Kingsley passed a bundle of letters to Mr Weasley and a small package to Mrs Weasley.

"Hmm - Sarah Copper?" Kingsley called, his eyes landing on Sarah.

Sarah was taken aback by the way he pronounced her name.

"It's Sair-rah," Sarah corrected him, taking her letters from him.

He squinted at her for a moment, "Are you sure? Your father calls you Sar-rar?"

Sarah must've looked odd for a moment, because Fred cleared his throat and said, "Who's the letter from?"

Sarah shook herself from her thoughts again, before glancing down at the envelope, "It's from the Ministry."

From the other side of the table, Bill called, "Probably more to do with your account details. They're relentless with letters when it comes to that, but then they always repeat the same thing over and over again!"

"I'm not sure," Sarah mumbled as she opened the letter.

Out the envelope fell a small card, something that could fit into the size of her palm. It had silver numbers in a square font on most of the card, but in the corner, a picture of her face was placed.