Isn't He Lovely • A Fred Weasley Story

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~ okay, this is so random, but I've been wondering this out of curiosity...

I myself do not have an image of Eloise in my head like I said in the Author's Note, but I was curious if you readers do. Do you guys picture Eloise looking a certain way? I would love to hear what you visualize her appearance to be, just for fun!

~ happy reading :)

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I wake up the following morning with only a slight headache, quite unlike the pounding pain I had the last time I drank at the Burrow.

I yawn and extend my arm at my side without opening my eyes, but feel only the mattress beside me. Fred must've already gotten up.

I yawn and rub my eyes before sitting up and glancing at the clock. It reads ten thirty; I slept pretty hard this morning.

I slip out of bed and head for the door, still in my loose pajama shorts and tank top as I step out into the hall. To my surprise, I don't hear anyone downstairs while I walk down the steps to make myself a mug of tea. I reach the first floor and shuffle into the kitchen, glancing out the window and spotting Fred, George and Lee outside.

The three of them are tossing around a ball in the morning sun, the blue sky above them clear as the day rolls to a start. I hear them laugh to one another as Fred's arm hurls the ball into the air towards Lee, who catches it tightly in his grasp. He grins and tosses it over to George.

I smile, watching the boys, my hands coiled around the edge of the counter top as I lean forward to peer out the windows.

I straighten back up and turn to start a pot of tea on the stove, the sound of their distant laughter outside serenading me. After quietly setting the teapot over the flame, I decide to check and see if Ginny wants a mug herself since she's on the first floor.

I approach her door around the wall and lift my knuckles to gently knock, but before they make contact with the wood I hear a soft thump sound from inside the room.

"Ginny?" I call softly through the door. "Are you up?"

No noise.

"I was just wondering if you wanted a cup of-"

Before I can finish, the door abruptly swings open and I look up to see Harry standing before me wearing a loosely put on shirt and leaning his arm against the doorway awkwardly as he faces me.

He's evidently quite sweaty and trying to regain normal breathing as he gulps and meets my gaze.

"Uh... hey, Eloise..." he blurts out, attempting to act casual. My brows knit and I try to peer into the bedroom. It's no use, though, because he promptly tugs the door so my view is restricted to him in front of me. "I was just- Ginny, erm, she can't... she needs a minute-"

"Tea sounds great, Elle!"

Ginny's chipper voice interrupts her boyfriend's from inside the room.

Harry gulps, plastering a strained smile on his face. I roll my eyes and grin at the floor, shaking my head.

"Oh, bloody hell..." I scoff, "...please, Harry, silencing charm, if you will-"

I hear a soft thud from behind the boy and watch him scratch the back of his head as his cheeks flush and he continues to helplessly stammer.

"What? What do you... what do you mean? Why would I need to- umph!"

Harry is interrupted by a sudden hand shooting to his collar and tugging him back into the room, the door swiftly slamming shut in my face.