Roses and Riots | f. weasley

Chapter 20: The Portkey

Early the next morning, when it was still dark outside and dawn had yet to break, Emilia flung open the door to the twins' bedroom and turned on all the lamps. She had asked Molly to enchant her clock to ring when it was time to get up, and it had worked well, because she was the first of the teenagers to get up. 

The twins groaned in annoyance and Emilia pulled the blankets off of them, "wake up, boys! Today's the day!"

The twins groaned and George reached over and yanked her down on top of him, and then held her in a headlock on his chest, patting her head sleepily, his eyes closed again, "sleep, precious child. It's too early for your nonsense."

Emilia laughed and squirmed out of his grip, and then pulled his pillow from under his head and turned to hit Fred with it while he flailed helplessly.

"Blimey!" he roared, waking up properly, "honestly, woman! What are you playing at!?"

She laughed and threw the pillow at his face, "oh I don't know, it's not like today's the Quidditch World Cup or anything."

The twins immediately shot up out of bed and glared at each other.

"You were supposed to wake me up!" Fred shouted.

"No you were supposed to wake me up!" George shouted back.

"Would the two of you just get up? You're going to make us late," Emilia interrupted, baffled that they were still wasting time.

They turned to her and before she could even fathom what was happening, they were scrambling out of bed, running at her, and they each linked an arm under hers and lifted her off the ground.

"You bloody idiots!" She shrieked and kicked her legs as they carried her down the stairs to her shared room with Ginny, where Hermione was staying too, both of them blinking sleepily at the noise.

"What is going on up there?!" Molly shouted from downstairs.

"Nothing, Mum!" The twins shouted in unison. Then they planted Emilia down on her feet outside the bedroom door.

"You should get changed, Emilia," George said with a grin as he looked down at her, and Emilia still wasn't used to how much they'd grown over the summer, while she was still the same height as she had been. Even Harry and Ron had caught up with her.

"Yeah, Emilia," Fred continued cheekily, "why are you still in your pyjamas? Honestly. You're going to make us all late."

"Ugh, shut up!" she groaned as they laughed, "and get a haircut! Both of you!" She slammed the door behind her as their cackling echoed throughout the house.

Hermione yawned sleepily, and Ginny groaned as she pulled herself out of bed, "I think they're getting worse as they get older."

Emilia nodded as she picked up her clothes from the end of her bed, "I agree, Ginny. I wholeheartedly agree."

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Ron was surprisingly chipper for it barely being after four o'clock in the morning. While the rest of them had just woken up, Ron was practically dancing around the kitchen, too excited to even eat. Emilia was surprised, since she knew Ron's favourite things to do were eating and sleeping.

Her initial energy that had come from her joy of waking up the twins so early had worn off and she was drifting off between bites of her breakfast, meaning that Hermione had to keep nudging her awake.

"The Quidditch World Cup! How bloody exciting!" Ron exclaimed cheerfully.

"You're just excited to see Viktor Krum in person, Ron," Fred said between bites of toast.