Falling for the Weasley Twins

Chapter 9

I woke up still snuggled in between the boys. They were snoring away quietly and I didn't feel like disturbing them. I sat for a while and just looked around our room. It felt a lot more plain without all the artwork and knick knacks I had everywhere. My heart still hurt a little when I looked at the pile of torn up sketches on my desk.
Some of those drawings I did half a decade ago. When my life started feeling out of control. Some I did with my siblings. At the time it annoyed the hell out of me having to share my sketch book, but some of the drawings we did together were my favourites. And now that I cant even speak with them, they were my only link to them. And they were gone.
I checked my watch. 5:45am. Still have plenty of time to get ready. I have honestly no motivation to attend any classes today. I would prefer to just sit the day out. Clear my head. I looked over at my chest of drawers and noticed that my pendant that my grandfather gave me was gone. Who ever trashed my room must have stolen it. It had the words 'with love from Grandpa' engraved on the back. He gave it to me before he went to live in the nursing home. When he was diagnosed with dementia. He doesn't even remember who I am anymore.
Fred stirred beside me and I locked eyes with him.

"Morning Princess" he says huskily, gently stroking my cheek with his hand

"Morning" I whisper back, trying not to wake George yet

"Did you sleep OK?" He asks as he adjusted himself to sit beside me

"Yes and no" I say honestly "I slept but I dont feel refreshed"

"Yeah last night took a toll on you" he says gently, wrapping his arms around me

"Who ever broke in here last night stole my pendant" I say sadly

"We can let Dumbledor know" he says encouragingly "and George and I could get you another one"

"This one can't be replaced" I sigh "my grandfather got it for me. Before his dementia got really bad. Now it's gone"

I could see the sadness in Fred's face. The fact that someone hurt me seems to hurt him just as badly. He hides it well, but he has a heart of gold.
George snorted a little and woke himself up with a start. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked up at me and his brother.

"How long have you two been awake?" He asks through a yawn

"About thirty minutes" I say

"Maybe ten minutes" Fred says, running his hand through his bed hair

"We should probably get up and start getting ready" George says before sitting up and having a little stretch

"I'm going to ask McGonagal if I can take the day off" I say "i just need to wrap my head around last night"

"We could too" Fred offers "that way you won't be alone"

"It's ok. Ill probably spend most of the day by the lake anyway" I say, giving him a gentle smile "but we can still have breakfast and stuff together"

George smiled at me gently, trying to mask the concern in his eyes. I leant over and gently kiss his cheek before climbing over him and out of bed. I gathered some of my normal clothes. A pair of jeans, a shirt with one of my favourite bands on it and my old converse sneakers that I found at an op shop back home. I grabbed my bathroom supplies and headed out to the bathroom. I needed to soak in a hot shower. Wash some of the sad feelings off of me and clear my head.
As per usual, this early in the morning the bathroom was empty. Giving me the privacy I love.
As the steaming hot water ran over my body I tried to mentally prepare for the negative attention I was going to receive today. What happened last night would have circulated the castle three times over by now. And who ever did it would be feeling very proud of themselves for getting away with it. Once my fingers began to prune from being in the water too long I stepped out and began drying and dressing myself.
I looked in the mirror, attempting to take my hair and barely recognised the person staring back at me. She looked so plain. Like a muggle you would see anywhere.
Its funny how the robes and uniform can make you feel so different. Yet back in my normal clothes I felt ordinary.
My wand balanced on the shelf infront of the mirror. My robes had a pocket deep enough for it but my jeans pocket was alot more shallow. The handle of my wand was well and truly visible but I could fit it in my pocket. I began packing away all my things and I heard commotion begin outside the bathroom. People must be starting to get up and get ready. I recognised a voice in the crowd. Aubrey. She didn't sound to pleased.