An Unknown World || george weasley

Chapter Thirteen - The Burrow

"Oh, where are they?" Molly Weasley said with visible panic in her face, "I told them to be here an hour ago!"

"Don't worry dear, you know what the boys are like, I'd worry if they were on time!" Arthur Weasley chuckled from behind his Muggle Newspaper.

"But this time is different, I thought that they would try to arrive on time, especially when we have a guest." Mrs Weasley exclaimed as she pulled a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven.

An emerald green lit up the living room and out stepped Fred, followed by Edwin and then George.

"Boys!" Mrs Weasley yelled from the kitchen, bringing them all in for a hug and planting kisses on each of their heads. "Oh, and Edwin, how are you feeling, love?" she said, pulling away from the group.

Edwin felt the tops of his ears burn red, "y-yeah I'm doing good!" he managed to say. He was feeling a little embarrassed, he wasn't expecting to instantly be showered in love as soon as he entered the Burrow. He had never really felt love like this from a motherly figure.

George noticed Edwin's awkwardness and decided to change the topic of conversation, "Something smells good, what's been cooking?"

Molly then went on to tell the twins about the new recipe she has been trying out for chocolate chip cookies. While Edwin introduced himself to Mr Weasley. Arthur was quite fond of Edwin from the moment he first heard about him, probably because he was a muggle. He asked him questions upon questions about the Muggle world.

"Arthur! Leave the poor boy alone!" Mrs Weasley told her husband. She placed a hand on Edwin's shoulder and brought him to the kitchen table and offered him a cookie and a hot drink.

A faint pop could be heard coming from the living room and the sound of footsteps was soon to follow.

Edwin inhaled deeply, the person smelled so familiar but when the tall, lean man walked into sight, he did not recognise him at all. The man wore dark brown corduroy trousers, an old knitted jumper and a pair of boots, he looked gentle and inviting. If he was a threat of any kind, he simply would not be at the Burrow but Edwin has been on edge ever since the attack. The man was sporting similar scars to Edwin's, right across the face.

"Remus! How've you been?" Arthur cheered, standing up to shake the hand of the man who had just appeared in their living room.

"Not too bad Arthur, I hope I'm not too late?" he said with a worried smile.

"Not at all, the boys have only just got here themselves," Arthur replied and the three boys all shot a guilty smile at each other.

The afternoon flew by, Edwin had met every sibling and Ron's friend Harry. George had shown Edwin around the whole of the Burrow, including their old bedroom. Edwin could see the different personalities of the twin's through each half of the room. Fred's had posters of the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team plastered on his wall, a few posters of ladies which Mrs Weasley had tried to remove but there seemed to be a spell cast on them so that only Fred could remove them. Fred had a beanbag at the end of his bed, Edwin could only imagine how many products had been invented in that very chair.

George's side of the bedroom was a lot more neutral than Fred's, he had the occasional Quidditch poster but mainly had posters of magical creatures. He had a pile of vinyls at the end of his bed alongside a dusty record player. There were string lights placed all around George's side of the room, especially around his overflowing bookcase.

"I love your bedroom," Edwin told his boyfriend as he sat on the side of George's bed. George dragged a chest from underneath his bed and opened it to reveal a load of prototypes for some of the joke items sold at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, "We sold these at school! Well, the ones that worked anyway..."