It turned out, Hermione wasn't able to meet with Sara and Fred until the Sunday lunch they were both invited at The Burrow, Sara, and Hermione, not Fred for obvious reasons.
The third week of April went by normally for Sara, as normal as it could. She returned to her internship in St. Mungo's on Tuesday, and even though she had had a wonderful time at her parents' house, Merlin knew she had missed her family but was also glad to return to her normalcy. Sara loved her family, she loved her parents, her siblings, and her niece and nephew, but she hated that she couldn't share more of her life with them. She also knew they loved her, but she couldn't say the same for her magic. During the previous Sunday, when they were preparing the lunch party to celebrate her parents' anniversary, someone had let a few glasses fall to the floor, breaking them. Considering none of the family members that weren't supposed to know about her being a witch were in the room, she had repaired them with a simple move of her wand. Her mother thanked her, but her siblings wouldn't stop ogling her like she was a specimen from another planet. She knew there were no bad intentions on their part on that action, but it still made her feel uncomfortable. Like she couldn't be totally herself with her own family. Sara was used to doing everything without her wand in her family home, how would her family react if they knew she used magic on daily basis? Would she be more of a freak to them? The only one of her siblings that seemed more comfortable with her being a witch was Amara. Her sister had always been more open to the possibility that the life she lived wasn't the only one possible, or that the religion she was taught wasn't what she was obligated to believe. In simple words, she was more open-minded than Sara's brothers so naturally, Sara felt more at ease with her. In fact, Amara had promised her that she would visit Sara soon, in her own words "I want to know that crazy amazing, beautiful world you live". Now, Sara was anxiously waiting for Amara's letter to arrive, Merlin, only she knew how she'd arrange herself to send her a letter by owl.
During the week, Sara had visited her regular patients and even had the chance to prepare a potion for a lady that had arrived at the hospital passed out, she had received a bite from a Venomous Tentacula, which she had been planting in her garden. Why on earth a person would like to have such a plant as decorative of a garden, was something Sara couldn't comprehend at all. Luckily for Sara, when the lady had arrived Thomas was the healer in charge of treating her, so he let her brew the potion needed to heal the woman, and it worked perfectly. Fred and her had also visited Mary, the woman who had been hospitalized in St. Mungo's because her family believed her to be mad. Sara was happy that Mary was good and healthy, and that Benjamin still kept her company. Thursday afternoon, the couple had spent it with the lady and her son, telling them all they had learned during their trip to Spain. Benjamin seemed personally intrigued with the fact that Mary could turn off her third eye.
On Friday, after work, Sara had arrived at the flat to be received with an unwanted surprise. Once again, George was only wearing his underwear and was passionately kissing the girl Sara had met a few days before her trip. The couple was laying on the couch, George on top of Sam, and she, once again only wearing his shirt.
"Oh, shit!" cursed Sara once she saw the couple, shutting her eyes tightly and turning around. Fred snickered beside her.
"Oh, shit!" repeated George while standing up. Then a big crash was heard, and Sara turned around. Still, on his underwear, George was laying on the ground on top of the now broken coffee table they had in the living room. It was definitely a funny sight, and a grin found its way on Sara's face. With a pained face, George frowned and pointed his finger at her "Don't you dare laugh"
"I'm not doing anything Georgie" Sara replied, with a smirk still on her face and suppressing a laugh. Fred was laughing loudly beside her. The girl was still seated on the couch, her face red as blood, and her hands tugging at the hem of the shirt she was wearing, trying to cover more of her bare legs. George stood up and repaired the table with a flick of his wand.
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Saving Him/Fred Weasley
Genel KurguSara knew perfectly well what the jewel meant. It was more than a fancy gift, it was their union as one, it was the link between two separate souls that choose to become one, it was a symbol of their endless love. The merge of their houses, the join...
