The Ice Queen [s.b.]

↠floating, 1.38

March 19th.

When Anna is woken up the next morning, she feels renewed. Excited. Happy. She certainly doesn't feel scared. Not at all.

Not even the teensiest, tiniest bit.

I mean, that would be illogical, right?

There's no way she could be leading Voldemort straight to Jeremy. Or worse, her parents. And there's no way Jeremy won't be at the castle. Or dead. 

No how, no way.

At least, that's what Anna's telling herself as her limbs suddenly get heavier than they were with the thought process.

She drags her arms up and swirls the toothbrush around her front teeth, back teeth, and so on. Then, she swishes her mouth around with some water. She spits it out with a splat! Next, she picks out her face wash from the cabinet behind the mirror in the bathroom and scrubs her face. She washes it off, then panics when some of it gets in her eyes.

"Ow, ow, ow," she mutters to herself as she claws at her eyes in vain, in an effort to get the wash out.

When she turns the water in the sink on and rinses out her eyes, she finally calms down.

She walks over to her closet where she meticulously picks out an outfit that says I'm-meeting-my-secret-brother-for-the-first-time-in-a-decade-and-I'm-mega-pumped-but-not-that-pumped-because-I'm-also-cool-and-stuff-also-I'm-really-scared-right-now-help.

But yeah, she wound up with a pair of jeans and a nice green t-shirt. She walks back over to the mirror and frowns at her raggedy hair.

She washes it out head-under-the-sink style and then blow-dries it to give it a fuller look. Finally, she carefully braids a couple sections of hair and pin them to the back of her head (curling the remaining hair, of course).

When satisfied with appearance, she does finger guns to the mirror and clicks her tongue.

Then, she cringes, thinking, Yeah, I'm never doing that again.

And her malevolent overlord watching from afar thanks her for that sentiment. (A/N Not me foreshadowing because tis I, tHe MaLeVoLeNt OvErLoRd WaTcHiNg FrOm aFaR!)

"Annie?" Arthur calls from downstairs. "Your friends are here!"

"Thanks, Arty! I'll be right on down," she responds, smoothing out her jeans.

She skips down the stairs of the Burrow where Lily and Marlene are waiting.

"Hey, Goldie," Marlene waves when she sees her.

Lily gasps dramatically, "It's been so long! I can't believe I'm finally seeing you again!"

Marlene shoves her with her shoulder, "It's been literally 20 hours, Chani. You've slept that long before."

"Have not!" Lily argues.

Anna and Arthur share amused glances.

"Are you two done yet?" Anna asks expectantly, tapping her foot.

Marlene and Lily sigh in unison, "Yeeees."

The blonde smirks, "Good. We ready?"

"Oh, we are ready," Lily assures her.

"We have wands-" Marlene begins.

"-And that's illegal-" Lily interjects.

"-Like she hasn't done it before, Lils. I mean, what? Anyways, we also have grenades-"

"-Also illegal-" Lily says patiently. Looking around at Arthur, she says, "We really don't."

Marlene stage-whispers, "We really do. Next, we have some snacks. Lily brought these muggle treats that were just released called Skittles. I'm much more interesting, so I brought a vintage Coca-Cola from 1927."