Secrets Only Trouble Knows - George Weasley

69 - The Quidditch World Cup

{ A/N: hi all my lovely people! I am so incredibly sorry it's taken me literally a month to post this. If you've followed my announcements, you know I've been struggling with a lot of things lately. As of now, things with my family are much better, but for a little less than a month or so I will still be very busy with my summer classes & work. Regardless, I will try harder to get the future updates out faster than I did this one.

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The next morning came a lot quicker than I would've liked for it to have. I felt like I'd barely laid down to sleep in Ginny's room when I was suddenly being shaken awake by Molly telling us it was time to leave for the Cup.

After looking over at the alarm clock on the bedside table and deeming it was way too early for me to be awake, I begrudgingly joined Ginny and Hermione in getting out of bed. Too tired to talk, the girls and I dressed in silence with heavy eyelids, doing our very best to avoid the temptation of just crawling back under our warm covers.

However, apparently (to no one's surprise) we weren't getting ready fast enough, because after Molly originally left the room she bustled back in ten minutes later to encourage us along. The three of us grumbled complaints and "We're coming!"s before following after her down the stairs, fumbling our way into the kitchen.

When we entered, Molly went back to stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove. Sitting around the center table were Arthur—dressed in a very poorly disguised muggle outfit—and all of the boys, minus the three oldest Weasley children who were still asleep. Bill, Charlie, and Percy told us last night they'd be apparating on their own to the match later today.

"Good morning, girls," Arthur greeted us warmly.

"Why do we have to be up so early?" Ginny replied bluntly, rubbing drowsily at her eyes.

"We've got a bit of a walk," he answered her.

"Walk?" Harry asked. "We're walking to the World Cup?"

"No, no, that's miles away," Arthur assured him. "We only need to walk a short way."

Ginny humphed disapprovingly as she and Hermione headed for a seat. She surely didn't realize, like me, that we'd apparently signed up to walk at such ghastly hours in the morning. She and I were a lot a like in that we both enjoyed sleeping way too much.

I gave a quick kiss to Jasper's cheek as I passed by my brother. Then I made my way over to George who was watching me with a bright smile on his face from his spot at the table.

"'Morning, gorgeous," he greeted me cheerily as I plopped down beside him.

"G'mornin'..." I mumbled back.

I was about to lean my head on his shoulder, hoping to use it as a pillow, but before I could, George stopped me with a raised hand.

"Hold on," he said, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You know you've got your jumper on backwards, right, stupid?"

George pointed to my front and I glanced down. A large tag was poking out of the collar of my jumper, a testament to how tired I'd been while dressing myself this morning. I sighed, wondering if I'd accidentally put anything else on backwards or even inside out, but ultimately decided I didn't care much even if I had.