| back to love | {g. weasley}

[ four ]

"I despise you," she yawns. "I hope you know that."

He sleepily smirks and shoulders his bag. "I'm sure you do, love."

Fred snickers as well, just ahead of his brother and two before Evelyn as he trails his fathers footsteps through the woods' narrow path.

She scoffs to herself. "Love..."

He's been dropping that one a lot lately. It was hard to ignore how he said it... how it rolled off his tongue with a certain twinge in his accent... how it made her stomach turn in a sweet manner.

It was hardly 7 and they were almost to the destined 'magic spot' Mr Weasley kept referring to. They'd all been up since around 5:30, packing and eating breakfast and getting ready for the day ahead, an extrémala exciting day at that.

They were headed to the Quidditch World Cup.

Evelyn was not in the brightest mood as she had been woken up by a cool cup of water being poured onto her face after she'd told George and Fred to (in paraphrase) "suck her dick" when they tried to wake her at 5:15.

She was right mad when they'd splashed her, but Molly kept her from killing them. She took to Ginny's room, threw on some loose jeans and a cropped tank top and a bandana to hide the fact that she hadn't washed her hair in two days, and was rushed out the door with her overnight bag and a piece of toast and a biscuit nearly 10 minutes later.

Now they all looked tired, even though they were all quite excited. It was a once in a lifetime chance for them and Godrick was it going to be a good time. It was the buzz of The Burrow ever since Evelyn's birthday.

"Dad!" Ron calls from the back of the line. "Where are we going?"

"How many times are you going to ask that?" Ginny questions him from Evelyn's heels.

"Until we're there probably," Hermione guesses.

"We're nearly half way!" Arthur yells back. "C'mon now, let's have some pep in the step kids!"

Evelyn rubs the inner corner of her eye and shakes her head.

It's not so much longer until the group of redheads and adopted brunettes make it to a leaved clearing with a ticket tangly-wood tree covering the ground like an umbrella; more too, there was an older man with a pudgy face and slim spectacles, a brown cardigan covering him and matching the hat atop his head.

"Arthur!" He exclaims.

Mr Weasley returns the enthusiasm. "Amos!"

None of the kids recognize the man, but don't really question the interaction.

The men clasp each other's hands excitedly and smile with warm intent.

"Lovely to see you," Amos says.