Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 69 | Unpredictable

Sarah learnt one thing very fast about war; everything was unpredictable. She could hear Mad-Eye's advice from her sixth year - or who she thought had been Mad-eye - ringing constantly in her head like an alarm. It was growing rather tedious.

Still, the importance was there, and her subconscious seemed aware enough to let her not forget it. Everything was unpredictable.

Even so, Sarah was still surprised when the Order decided to drop 12 Grimmauld Place as its headquarters.

The first she heard of this unprecedented news was at work. She was sat in one of the meeting rooms in the Ivory Records building, listening as her team gave reports on the awards show. Her public image was a significant factor in her career, but Sarah still snuck in a WWW snack to pass the time.

It proved to be as boring as Sarah expected.

"Witch Weekly are still raving about you, which is a first for one of our artists at Ivory - " Lena was stood up, reading off her sheet of meeting notes, " - They said that Sarah Copper made an alluring entrance into the music world, and has somehow captured a segment of all of our hearts."

Betsy, sat at the head of the meeting table, with the morning sunlight reflecting on her glass skin, nodded in approval.

Lena's voice fizzled out as Sarah turned her attention to the window. The sky was a pale blue, complimenting the vivid green of the Ivory Gardens below. Sarah would miss the summer weather. Something about it made her feel more alive. The meeting continued as Sarah gazed out the window.

Suddenly, something blue whizzed past the window. It was a different blue to the sky, somehow more artificial. Sarah recognised it immediately as a patronus.

Sarah hastily ran out the room, making sure the door shut behind her. She took a sharp turn to her right and sprinted down the corridor. She was certain the patronus was for her about Order business. No one else communicated with them because they were so unpredictable.

Sarah dashed into the first closet she saw, closing and locking the door behind her. It was filled with cleaning supplies, the scent of the room overwhelming. A small window at the top of the wall shed a silver of light into the room.

Sarah was right. A blue, glowing weasel flew through the window.

It spoke in Mr Weasley's voice, "Sarah. Meeting is at the Burrow tonight. Arthur."

Sarah let out a sigh. Suddenly, she was quite glad she'd been gazing out the window in her meeting instead of paying attention. The idea of this patronus appearing in the company of her colleagues was too much of a risk. She was definitely bringing up the poor communication at the Order meeting tonight.

"Sarah? Where did you go? Are you alright?" Lena's distant voice called out in concern.

Sarah's eyes locked in on a blue bucket. That, combined with the puking pastille in her pocket, should give her a sufficient cover story.
  
  
  
  

Sarah entered the flat a short while later. Capri stood in the living room beside a mannequin, pinning gossamer fabric in the vague shape of a dress.

"Hey," Sarah greeted.

Capri jumped. In alarm, Capri shot an unknown spell at Sarah with a flick of her hand. Sarah flew against the door, causing it to slam shut.

"OH! Oh Merlin, Sarah! Don't spook me like that! Are you okay?" Capri hurried over, reaching out a hand to pull Sarah to her feet.

Sarah groaned as she took Capri's hand. She brushed off her trousers once she was on her feet, shooting Capri an aggravated glance.

"Just peachy, thanks," Sarah answered, whilst Capri shot her an apologetic glance.