Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 4: Red and Green

Juniper's POV:

I'd fallen sleep with all of my textbooks still scattered around my bed and I woken up, (mostly to the sound of the downstairs door slamming and Gardenia's cheering upon Rosemary's arrival) with most of them haphazardly kicked into the floor. Mouse was laid out between my legs and at the slightest movement, looked back at me like I'd done something to offend his great ancestors, which is the reaction I'd expected from him, or any cat really. 

I'd quite literally rolled out of bed, my feet barely making it to the floor in time to keep me from ending up in a pile on the floor. I went around, picking up the books and stacking them on top of one another in a pile on my bedside table. I knew that there was a chance that a certain fat grey cat would knock them over if he was allowed in here unsupervised today, but at least they were up for now and that was enough for me. 

I headed downstairs, Mouse weaving in between and around my legs like he was trying to throw me down the stairs. This was just one of the many reasons he did not make the trip to Hogwarts with me. Me, mouse, and the moving stars was a funeral in the making. 

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was greeted by Rosemary first who looked as though she had been about to go up the stairs herself, probably trying to wake me up. It was something that she'd made a tradition since she graduated. She would give Amaryllis a span of a few days that she might come home and surprise us whenever she got around to showing up. Then, she'd sneak up the stairs and jump on me to wake me up. 

She was very obviously disappointed in not being able to follow through this year. 

"Dang it, Gardenia, you woke her up," Rosemary shook her head. 

"I didn't mean too, I was just excited," She shook her head, "Plus, she needed to get out of bed anyway, it's almost noon." 

"I wish I could have stayed in bed until noon," I heard Rosemary's husband, Duncan, laugh, "But we honestly didn't pack until this morning before we apparated on over." 

He stood closer to the front door, knowing that Amaryllis didn't really like him or the way he dressed. 

He stood "tall", although not quite as tall as Rosemary who'd topped out at about five eight, but his mohawk that ran down the center of his head gave him an extra foot. The tips of his black hair were dyed bright red which matched the red and green tartan trousers that he was wearing tucked into his boots which gave him extra height as well. 

These specific jeans (he had several pairs, just in different colors) were covered in safety pins and chains that almost mirrored all of the silver piercings he had in his ears, lip, tongue, nose, and eyebrows. All of this paired together in a chorus of jingles as he took a couple steps forward to stand beside Rosemary, his golden bronzey skin and rugged look a stark difference to her deep umber complexion and surprisingly put together outfit she had put on this morning. 

"Speaking of packing," Rosemary said, "Duncan almost let me forget, but we'll have to leave on Christmas eve. We've got an appointment to keep with his grandparents." 

"Oh yeah, I think I remember you mentioning something like that in your last letter," Amaryllis said, and I could tell she was a little disappointed, "Your grandparents still stay in Japan, don't they?"

Duncan looked shocked that she was directing any sort of conversation towards him and he lit up, his brown eyes sparkling almost as much as the jewelry in his ear, "Yeah, and I try to go visit them as often as I can. It's really a beautiful place, maybe we could take you there one day." 

"Maybe when I get all of these creatures out of my house and off to school," Amaryllis smiled, ruffling Oleander's hair. 

It was weird to see Amaryllis getting along with Duncan. She'd hated him from the moment Rosemary first wrote her about him. I remembered the angry letter she'd got in return. Amaryllis didn't want Rosemary to get married straight out of school the way she had at first. She wanted better for her, and she wanted Rosemary to set good examples for the rest of us as well.