Sarah Copper made Fred Weasley's pulse race. There was something about the confidence that did it for him.
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"So, Sarah - " George began.
"We were hoping we could have your help?" Fred continued, draping an arm on the back of the sofa.
"Sure...
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It was late, but Fred had a habit of working longer than he should. He'd never realised what a work-a-holic he was at Hogwarts because he hardly did work. Now, it was one in the morning and he was slumped on the sofa in his living room.
A small entrance way led into the living room which was large, with a black sofa pushed against the white walls. An armchair was arranged diagonally beside it, with a small coffee table placed in front of the sofa and chair. Across from the sofa, was a television. Sarah had installed it into the house with practiced hands, and the box-like thing now stood on a TV stand that matched the coffee table. To the side, a circular table seated for four stood, with matching black chairs tucked into it. The flat was fairly open, so the kitchen bled into the living room. Pristine white counters snaked around the kitchen's walls in an L shape. There was a fridge and a stove in there too, although Fred couldn't see them from where he was sat. Down the hallway, there were two closets - full of household supplies and spare duvets - the bedrooms and the bathroom. Sarah and Fred had gotten the bedroom nearest the bathroom, whilst George and Capri had got the other one. In there were closets of their own.
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Fred liked the flat, especially now that Sarah and Capri were living in it. In their few days here, they'd already managed to lighten the place up with some lights and decorations.
An added bonus was waking up beside Sarah, which was something Fred had been deprived of for the several months. It felt right to be with her all the time, and Fred hadn't realised how odd it was not having her around before.
His eyes fluttered to their bedroom door down the hall. It was slightly ajar, inviting Fred to enter. The laundry in the hall, which was hung to dry, moved like it was swaying in the wind. That meant Sarah had opened the windows of their bedroom, hoping for a silver of breeze.
It had been horrendously hot for the past few days, which was all the better for business at the shop. People were begging for the cool air that the shop provided with it's sheer amount of cooling charms. A darker thought in Fred's mind said they needed a bit of fun in their lives right now too.
At the thought of the shop, Fred turned back to the scattered papers in the coffee table. They were lit in amber by the lamp Fred had placed beside it. His eyes shifted to the clock on the wall, which ticked antagonisingly towards 2 O'clock in the morning.
