𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗽 𝟮𝟳 , 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿

꧁꧂

"Amey, wake up," i heard a familiar voice say before i groaned and rolled over, putting my face in a pillow.

"Amey, come on breakfast is ready," i heard the voice repeat. i turned over and saw fred in the doorway.

"morning sleepyhead," he said, winking. i threw my pillow at him and got out of bed, rubbing my eyes.
"Were you calling me Amey?" I asked through a yawn.

"Yes. D'ya like it?"

"It's...nice." I said sarcastically and Fred threw the pillow back at me. He grabbed my arm, dragging me downstairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning dear!" said Molly, "how'd you sleep?"

"wonderful," i smiled, sitting down beside Arthur at the table, who was sipping his coffee and reading the Daily Prophet.

"that's great, dear," said molly, handing me a plate of french toast and bacon. i nodded 'thank you' and ate as Ron sat beside me, already eating a plate full of food.

the sun shone on my face as i threw on some overalls and a pink t-shirt, slipping on my brown sneakers and throwing my curly brown hair into a high ponytail.

"morning," i heard ginny say as she passed my bedroom door.

"ello." i followed her outside where Ron, Fred, and George were playing a muggle game. george spotted me and ran over.

"hey 'Meyl!"

"morning, George," i replied, putting sunblock on my arms. he looked at my hand holding the sunscreen bottle then back up at me.

"wanna go inside 'nd do something?" i shrugged and he lead me into the house as he shuffled through a cabinet.

"here," he said, handing me paint bottles and bringing a canvas to the window, setting it down.

"you want to paint?" i asked, and he smiled.

"you really have freddie and i mixed up. we're complete opposites. plus, i know you like to paint so i thought i'd put our artistic skills to the test." i laughed at him and grabbed a brush, swiping it across the paint pallet he gave me.

"what should we paint?" he asked, putting his hand on his hip.

"dinosaurs," i said, and he laughed.

"you want to paint dinosaurs?"

"you got a better idea?" i asked, nudging him in the side.

"how about dinosaurs playing quidditch," he laughed and i smiled at him, dipping my brush in the brown paint to paint a broom.

george painted the background, the hoops and the grass, also a luxurious view of mountains, while i painted pink and purple dinosaurs on brooms. Anyone with an ounce of intelligence could tell very clearly who painted what. My dinosaurs looked like a child's job next to George's Bob Ross mountains. George looked at the dinosaurs then at my face, plopping paint on my nose with his brush.

"hey!" i shouted quietly, swiping my brush across his cheek. we burst into laughter because of how stupid we looked, and then hung the painting up on the wall in him & fred's room.

"what're you two doin' up here?" asked fred, appearing behind us, "snogging i reckon?"

george's cheeks went pink and i laughed, "no fred, we painted some decor for your room, you're welcome." fred rolled his eyes and smiled at me, walking over to the painting.

"this is the most chaotic painting in this household," he joked. We all laughed before Ginny yelled for us to get our arses back downstairs.