Life bound

Chapter 2

Monday Morning:

"Freddie! Wake up!""

The tall ginger who was still in bed groaned at the sound of his brother calling for him. He slowly dragged himself out of bed. He put on a T-shirt before making his way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" He asked as he used his wand to heat up a breakfast bagel.

" You have a meeting with the muggle company. The one we're buying stuff for the muggle corner." an identical man said as he was lounging on the couch. Their flat was pretty open. They had the kitchen, dining room and living room basically combined. Further on was the bedrooms and bathroom.

"Ah, thanks for the reminder, Georgie." Fred said. "Are you staying here to set up the interior?"

"Yup." George said, popping the 'P'.

"And then we meet at the Burrow to explain to mum why we ditched." Fred walked to his room and went to his closet and pulled out his dull red work suit. They had bought suits as soon as they had all of their expenses set straight and realized they had extra. He made sure he had his wallet on him which contained both muggle and wizard money.

"Alright. I'm headed." he yelled as he left the flat and descended down the staircase that led to their shop. They've been there for a week. As far as their mother knows, they're still at school. He walked out onto the street of Diagon Alley. He made his way to a side alley and disapparated.

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The meeting was a lot shorter than what they expected. Turns out the owner was a wizard so they were able to figure out delivery times and dates easier than having them deliver it to the Leaky Cauldron.

Fred decided that since George was busy he might as well take his merry old time getting back. He takes advantage of his freetime and decides to go on a walk. As much as he enjoyed his chaotic life he loved the little quiet moments he could get.

He let his feet take him where they wanted instead of planning a route. It was a calm and peaceful day. The wind would gust by every no and then. He kept walking, stuck in his thoughts about the upcoming war and his family.

He stopped.

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. If it weren't for the fact her hair wasn't blonde he would've thought she was a veela. Sitting on a park bench a good six feet away from him was a girl about his age.

She had brown hair that went a little past her shoulders. Her style was cool but funky. She stood out. She didn't seem to care about how many weird looks she was getting. She seemed to be tuned in to her surroundings.

She was sitting criss cross with her hand on her knees. Her breathing had a calm tempo to it.Fred could feel a slightly warm feeling in his chest. But of course he shrugged it off as nothing.

He walked up to her as quietly as he could and sat down next to her. Seeing as he had been stuck in his thoughts he decided to close his eyes and keep thinking. He didn't notice how his breathing matched hers. He tried to remember what he was thinking of on his way there but his mind froze. He then felt the slight stare of the girl next to him.

He peeked one eye open. "Hello, love."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry but do I know you?"

He shook his head. " C'mon I'm only the most handsome bloke in the world." His mind seemed to pick up with him. He returned slightly to his normal behavior.

"Your cheeky aren't you?"

He responded with a cheeky grin. She rolled her eyes.

"You're not from around here are you?" He recognized the accent as american.