The Ravenclaw and The Grim

The Pact

"What are you two up to?" Fred said his face puckered like he'd bitten something sour.

George smirked, pulling Lyra who was trying to put the groceries away into his reach. "What do you mean?"

"You two have been extra disgusting all day. Ever since you got back from the market. What's going on?"

Lyra looked at George with an equally up to no good smile on her lips. "Dunno what you mean Freddie."

Fred narrowed his eyes at the two of them. "Fine. Don't tell me, you weirdos. Keep your weird sex stuff to yourself."

He'd said in the hopes of provoking Stone. But to his utter disgust, instead of getting embarrassed or angry she just laughed. "No Weasley, no weird sex stuff." She chuckled shaking her head and turning back to the pantry.

Fred looked to George, but he was too busy paying attention to her. Which wasn't that odd, George often went a little funny around Lyra. But she didn't usually do it too. "Seriously were you two sipping on the love potions or something when I wasn't looking?"

George was about to retort when a pecking on the window interrupted them. They all turned to see a familiar owl sitting on the window ledge.

In a flash he hopped up from his seat before anyone else could move, rushing over to the window. George opened it quickly taking the letters from the bird before letting it go. It immediately flew to Lyra, who held her arm out to it and scratched its neck affectionately.

"Well?" She asked him, as he ripped one of the letters open and scanned it.

"Tonight. Wants us to write back to confirm it."

"Who does?!" Fred practically growled. "Since when did we become a house of secrets?"

"We'll tell you tonight." Lyra said, "if you'll come with us."

"He's coming here." George corrected starting out of the kitchen and to their room in search of a piece of parchment.

"I'm not doing anything until you two tell me what's going on."

"We're having a meeting with Dumbledore, and don't get cross with George. I've asked him not to tell you until then."

"Does this have anything to do with the skulking around you've been doing? You finally cave in and tell George?"

"Not exactly. Though I suppose they are connected. Look, Fred, just trust me okay?" He could feel her emotions shift the air. Not trying to change his frustration just letting him know how she felt.

He sighed frustratedly. "Are we finally joining the order, can you answer me that at least?"

George had re-entered the room a piece of sealed parchment in hand. He looked to Lyra, making it clear it was her choice.

"Yes." She said.

"And you'll fill me in on the details during and after the meeting with Dumbledore?"

"Of course."

Fred threw his hands up in surrender. "Alright fine Stone."

she smiled at him thankfully, giving him a silent I owe you.

To say that Lyra was anxious while waiting for Dumbledore's arrival was an understatement. She cleaned almost obsessively. Starting in the kitchen and working her way through the flat. clearing the clutter, finding homes for things, and then scrubbing everything. It wasn't really because she cared that the flat was a mess. She'd known early on that living with Fred and George would be signing up for living in chaos. Especially with the flat being partial makeshift storage for the shop. It didn't matter if it was Dumbledore or the Minister coming, messy was home. But cleaning kept her hands busy, and her mind free. Fred fled to his room, determined to keep out of her way. George followed her, room to room. Simply sitting with his paperwork, whatever room she was in.