| back to love | {g. weasley}

[ two ]

She opens her eyes to a much closer view to George and Fred's carpet than she would've liked. There were small specks of dirt, shavings of paper and tin from their product assembly, a roll of gun powder, and Fred's dirty shirt from the day before; and even though the suns rays warmed her skin in the most comforting manner the morning light refelcts the heavy dust floating in front of her.

She squeezes her eyes shut as the heavy feeling of sleep still rests under them and she turns to stuff her face into the pillow she'd taken from her bed in Ginny's room.

It turns out that she was a lot more easily persuaded by Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum after being away for a month; she's been sleeping in their room every night for the past three since she's been back.

After a moment of quiet she forces herself to sit up on her knees, looking to either side of the room in front of her to find the beds empty and the covers slightly made. She doesn't ponder on how she hadn't heard them wake as she pushes herself to her feet to make her way out the door.

She rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she opens the door, hardly paying attention to anything that wasn't the bathroom door at the end of her path, and she ends up knocking into something sturdy.

"Woah— well, good morning birthday girl," Bill greets her with a warm smile.

She looks up at him, regaining her balance. "Oh— hi," she steps back a little. "Thanks..."

He nods. "Welcome," and his gaze draws curiously from her to the opened door just behind. His brows quirk and he points a finger towards the twins' room. "Erm... you were—"

She picks up on his train of though. "Oh— yeah," she chuckles, ringing her loosening braid over her shoulder, "Turns out that Fred and George's floor is a lot more comfortable than I previously thought... dirty," she says, "but comfortable."

Bill watches her tediously turn in place for a moment, one of his brows quirking. "They didn't force you into one of their beds?" He asks.

"Erm— No..." Evelyn shakes her head, "I mean, George offered to share but um—" It keeps her thinking back on the way he'd pulled her and begged her until she laid down on the floor in her usually stubborn manner and blew him a kiss goodnight. She shrugs and swallows, "I dunno, he's been goofy the past few days..."

Bill nods coyly. "Goofy," he echos.

Yes... goofy. Odd mannerisms and behavior in a sense that Evelyn couldn't help but pick up on it as soon as they'd looked at each other yesterday; and, in an ever larger issue, she kept finding it immensely impossible to think about anything that wasn't 'I just... I feel like I make it obvious sometimes and she just ignores it all... maybe I should just admit that she doesn't feel the same and move on.' when she'd look at him and his stupid pretty boy face.