Enough for You

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Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers
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AFTER EATING an early dinner that night, it seemed like all I could think about was my strange encounter with Fred.

Trying to read, but failing miserably as the memory of him filled my mind. The way his hot breathe felt on the nape of my neck, the way he looked down on me when I was gripping onto his legs, the feeling of his hand on the small of my back...

No, I slammed my hard-covered novel shut. Why was I thinking of the blood-traitor of all people. I've hooked up with many other boys before why couldn't the memory of any of them crowd my mind instead, because they weren't memorable I thought to myself.

Deciding to give up on trying to read for tonight, I go back to put it in the slot of my bookcase. At the same time my mother walks into my room, an unreadable expression present on her face as she hides something behind her back. "Is everything alright mum?" I ask concerned about her silence. Without breaking eye contact she removes her hands from behind her back, and my chest rises when I see what she holding.

Fred's robe. How would she know it's his?

As if she was reading my mind she flips open the hood and points at a few initials sewn into the dark black fabric. 'F.WEASLEY' My eyes glance back and forth between the robe and my mother's eyes, anger living within them.

"The House Elf didn't think that would belong to you. Genevieve told me to take a look for myself." Tucking the fabric under her arm, she mutters "Care to explain Samantha?"

"Mum it's n-"

"Why were you conversing with filthy blood traitors? The Weasleys of all people. The disgraces of the Sacred 28, the disgraces of the Wizarding World for that matter!" she whisper shouts as she closes the door behind her.

"Mum, I just ran into them for a few minutes I promise they really weren't that awful-"

"Weren't that awful? Have you gone mad?" She makes her way to my closet now, pulling out my school trunk I packed earlier and another tote, throwing the school books we bought today into it, as well as the ginger's robe.

"What are you doing?" no response "Mum!"

"No daughter of mine will converse with half-breeds willingly and not be shown a lesson." She spits throwing me the bag and holding my trunk in her hand. "Well come on then the floo network doesn't work all night."

"What? No! I'm not going anywhere." I retort, backing away from her now.

"Well you're certainly not staying in my house" she says stepping closer. "Just be grateful it was me Genevieve called to examine the robe instead of your father" step "I love you darling but this is unacceptable" step. She grips my wrist with her hand and pulls her wand out of her pocket.

"If you wont leave via floo, I'll apparate you out of here myself" and in a split second we're gone. Moving through time, nausea making its way up my throat as we land back on the pavement in the dark night. Dropping the trunk by my side she turns to me and mutters a quick "I do this for you're well being darling, owl me when you get to school." and *CRACK* leaves me alone again.

My head hurts, I think I may have rolled my ankle, and the spot she was gripping my arm with her nails is already bruised. Still confused at her words I turn around and face the light of the tall flickering street lamp.

'The Leaky Cauldron.'

The dark establishment is a wizarding pub, and inn, that acts as an entrance to Diagon Alley. Father has had many meetings here before, but I was never permitted to enter whilst he and his partners were conversing. A large gust of 'end-of-summer' wind hits my body, making the hanging sign by the side of pub door creak, and swing. The skin on my arm pricks up immediately, and Im suddenly aware of just how cold it is. As I look down, remembering I am only wearing a skirt and tank top, my stomach growls with hunger and I force myself to walk inside the pub.