The Lost Witch | Fred Weasley

CHAPTER FOUR

The twins had just Apparated up the first flight of stairs with all of their luggage. Looks like Kreacher didn't move their bags after all.

"You know, you could help the ones of us who can't Apparate yet," Ron grumbled to his older brother. George, I'm pretty sure this one was.

"Why, you're absolutely right Ron. How rude of us," George Disapparated on the spot, appeared downstairs and grabbed Ginny's luggage, quickly disappearing again in a crack.

"Ginny's room is the door all the way to your right there, George!" I shouted up. George looked taken aback.

"That was quick," he smiled. I sighed but quickly covered it up. It was a shot in the dark, but at least it hit its target. I'll have to concentrate more to learn the differences between each of them.

I turned to Ron who was struggling with his big Hogwarts trunk. "Here, let me." I grabbed his stuff and Apparated to the 2nd floor, where Ron and Harry's room was located. I came back down to the ground floor next to Ginny, Hermione and Ron.

Looked like Fred or George helped Hermione with her bags as well.

"I put your stuff right outside your bedroom upstairs," I said to Ron and headed up the stairs. When I reached the landing, Fred and George had just finished moving the girls' bags into their room.

"Here you go sis. All settled in." As Fred came out of the doorway again, he looked around the hallway properly. "Blimey, this place is crumbling away as we speak," Fred announced looking around the place properly.

I gave him a look, having to tilt my head quite a bit to look up at him. My 5'4 was nothing compared to his tall frame. Even the youngest, Ginny, was taller than me. "I mean – love what you've done with the place. The cobwebs really tie the room together," he said looking around the space with a serious expression on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah it looks absolutely ghastly, we know. To be fair, we were focused on getting the beds in order before your guys got here. Or would you rather those cobwebs be under your pillow? With little spider eggs ready to hatch?" I asked with narrowed eyes. All in good fun of course.

Fred's eyebrows flew up and I swore I could hear Ron whimper behind me. "No, I appreciate my bed being spider-free, thanks Allison," Ginny said walking past me into her room. "No worries. And Allie's fine," I gave her a smile.

"So, if the girls are staying in here, where's your bed?" George asked me, making himself comfortable on the other bed in the room, Hermione's bed.

Ginny was getting stuff out of her suitcase and placing them on her bed and nightstand. Fred was inspecting the room looking around at everything, while Ron stood in the doorway. I leaned against the wall next to the doorframe.

"I've got my own room up on the 3rd floor. Next to you guys actually," I said pointing up at the ceiling.

George nodded at that, and Hermione started getting stuff out of her trunk too, setting a stack of books on her nightstand. "So, Allie, how long have you been here?" Hermione questioned me, but I didn't get a chance to respond.

Because in front of me, Fred was reaching for the curtain in front of the window. I rushed forward, grabbed his elbow and pulled his hand down. "Careful!" I yelled, dragging him away from the window several steps.

"What did I miss?" Fred asked, looking down at me in question, a very confused look on his face.

"There are doxies living in those curtains. We need something to get rid of them. Seeing as Sirius and I are on house arrest, we haven't had the chance. So, we just had to wait until you guys got here. There's still a lot to do in this house. We've basically only prepped the beds for your arrivals." I realized I was still holding his arm and quickly let go.