pressure • george weasley

prologue

Let's put it plain and simple, Clove hated summer. She hated how hot it was. The way her thighs would stick to the seats since she was sweating. How she would shower and then after thirty minutes of walking, be drenched. She hated how many bugs there were. Laying in the grass reading at home only to have bugs crawl on top her books and into her lemonade. She especially hated the fact that she couldn't see her friends. The brown haired girl missed them. The way Navaeh would wake her up by tossing a pillow at her and the occasional agumenti spell. Lee's daily hugs and gossip about the other students. Helping Fred with his Charms homework only to have him get distracted every ten minutes. George. She missed George the most.

The two held a special bond. Relating on many different levels. Both being expected to live up to their brothers. Both being highly intelligent and good at quidditch. Both also madly in love with each other. Not that they knew. George just felt close with her. Talking to her about anything and everything. Always making sure she ate and slept just because he was worried about her. He would tell Fred he only cared about who she dated so she wouldn't get hurt or used, denying he was just jealous. Clove had always said they were platonic soulmates. People who were perfect for each other in every way, as friends. She would help George with the minimal homework that he didn't understand. Planning pranks together to get Fred back. Navaeh would tell her how the cuddles were more than a "friendship cuddle", although Clove denied.

Navaeh and Fred knew their two friends were perfect for each other. Everyone saw it. The quick glances in class or the halls, lingering touches while arms were only a few inches apart, and the flirtatious jokes they made. Fred telling Navaeh things like "What if they got married one day?" and she would reply "Ginger babies?" Which would result Fred laughing at their joke, earning weird looks from George and Clove.

That's what Clove missed most. Her friends, George.

"Clove!! Get your ass out of bed. Mom says you need to get ready" her brother shouted from outside her door.

She got up and took in her room one last time before she left today to go to Hogwarts. Simple and plain. Just how she liked it. Her walls painted an off-white color with wood flooring. Her queen sized bed dressed with her white comforter and pillows. The only other things in her room being her bookshelf which took up a whole wall, her desk that say in-front of her window, and dresser. Clean was her favorite thing. Organized. It was like a breathe of fresh air knowing her room was always picked up whilst she was away at school.

"Okay, tell her I'll be down in a moment!"

Walking over to her closet, she chose a white tee and her long jean jacket. Then throwing on a pair of black biker shorts along with some Nikes. Quickly, she brushed her hair and teeth, not bothering to shower since she did just the night before, and putting chapstick and mascara on.

Clove wanted to put more effort in, but she felt too lazy. "Oh bloody hell...I didn't pack my books yet." She muttered under her breathe.

Jogging down the flight of stairs, she went to grab the extra luggage case she had for her books. "Clove, we need to leave in forty minutes to be at the station on time. Your father is at work but he says he loves you."
her mom shouted from the kitchen.

"Alright mum. I'll be down in a few." she replied, rolling her eyes. Normal for her dad to be absent unless something major was going on. Usually only for Oliver.

Setting the luggage down on her bed, she scanned her bookcase for her favorites, classics, and ones she hadn't read yet. About ten minutes later, it was full, and heavy. The poor girl trudged the case down the linoleum stairs to the front door, not ignoring the questioning look she got from her brother. "Do you have something you would like to say Oliver?" she asked as her mom handed her the plate of eggs, bacon, and waffles along with an orange juice.

"Why do you need three suitcases?" he sat down across from her, thanking their mom for the food.

"One for clothes, one for books, and another for school related things."

"I only ever needed one. Makes no sense why you need three."

"Doesn't matter, does it?" she scoffed while continuing to cut up her waffles.

"Guess not."

They sat in silence as their mom cleaned the kitchen and took Cloves bags to the car. She placed them all neatly in the trunk along with the cat food her daughter had forgot to pack.

"Okay, Clove, grab Oscar and get in the car. Oliver, plates. Let's go!" their mom ordered from the door.

The girl scrambled into the study and grabbed her brown cat, Oscar, from the couch and flipped Oliver off before walking to the car. She spent the ten minutes in the car alone petting Oscar and listening to the music coming from her earbuds.

Oliver yanked one out of her ear. "Song?" he asked while placing the other in his right ear.

"Dream On." she replied

"Aerosmith?" he questioned, earning a nod from his sister

Their mom entered and drove away from the house. Leaving Clove to fall asleep with Oscar in her lap.