Enchanted by freckles - Garreth Weasley & Sebastian Sallow x female MC

6th chapter

It was just getting dark when I was awakened by a noise in the yard. I ran out, that must be Garreth.

The stone that had been on my heart since yesterday was just about to fall when I saw that Garreth wasn't responsible for the noise, but a wild kneazle trying to catch a chicken. I began to cry uncontrollably. Where was he?

I spent the next few days almost exclusively in the armchair or on the roof by his window, where we liked to sit and talk at night in the summer. Sometimes I would lie down in his bed and cry.

I was awakened to a warm, freckled hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. Garreth? No. On my second look I saw that it was Mr. Weasley. He got better and was able to sit in a wheelchair. "Gwen asked me to wake you up. Lunch is almost ready." he said, breathing hard.
I huffed, apparently Garreth still wasn't there."I know you're worried, but you know, when I was his age, my sister became seriously ill. I was nowhere to be found for over two weeks. I was thinking what I could do. How I could help her. " he thoughtfully looked out of the window into the sunny yard. "I couldn't help her. It was hard for me to accept and I guess he's going through the same thing I was going through right now."

After the meal I walked around the yard and decided to sit on the roof again. I sat there until evening came and it was slowly getting dark again.

I was going back into the house to help Mrs. Weasley prepare dinner when I saw him. He was standing in the kitchen talking to his father. Apparently, Mr Weasley was right.

Garreth noticed me, turned to me and began to smile. I stopped. He looked quite battered, emaciated and dirty and he also had some wounds on his face and hands. Again I started to cry uncontrollably. He came towards me in big strides, took my tear-stained face in his bruised hands and kissed me.

"What happened? Where have you been? Why are you hurt?" I asked while weeping loudly and stroked the big wound on his cheek. He winced from pain. "I fetched something." he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to simply disappear for a few days without saying a word. "Please, let me explain later," he added. "Dad, please take a sip from this bottle every day. To the last drop." Mr. Weasley raised an eyebrow. "Gary, what's that?" "I brewed this potion for you. It should heal you. At best, it regrows your legs. At worst, it only heals the open wounds." he said proudly but smiling exhaustedly. There were still so many open questions.

But Garreth wanted to take a shower first. Mrs. Weasley and I took care of dinner. We made Garreth's favorite meal - cottage pie.

When he came back into the kitchen, he was wearing only a pair of loose-fitting shorts. This allowed me to really see the extent of his injuries. This beautiful body was covered with various wounds. Tears welled up in my eyes again. He sat down on the kitchen chair next to me and took my hand. Mrs. Weasley immediately took a clean cloth and some alcohol and began cleaning the wounds.

Then he left the room again, got some plants and his mortar and made a paste. "Could you put them on my injuries, please?" he asked me. I blushed a little, but stood up and did as he asked. The injuries were sometimes really large and deep. who had done this to him?

"Garreth Tristram Weasley, you owe us answers," his father demanded as Mrs. Weasley placed the meal on the table. "Then ask the questions you want me to answer," he answered relaxed.

"What is there between you two now?" I choked on the food as Mr. Weasley pointed the fork at us in turn. "Caelie is my girlfriend." he said putting his hand on my thigh and blushing bright red. Then he stared at his plate while his parents looked at each other and started to smile.

"And where were you?" "I was in southern France." "...in southern France?" "Yes, I was looking for a plant there" "A plant?" "Yes of course, what do you think I used to brew the potion?" Garreth and his father rolled their eyes at the same time. It was amusing how similar the two were. "What kind of plant were you looking for and what effect does it have?" asked his mother.