Troublemakers • Weasley & Jordan

The Escape

"You and me we're not the same, I am a sinner, you are a saint." – Problems by Mother Mother

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Lee's eyes fluttered open, just barely, and he sat up a bit, rubbing them. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he knew it was inevitable– sleeping, that is.

George was still dozing across from him on his train bench, head resting against the window and lips barely parted in soft breaths. The two of them had always been like that; long rides on the train sent them straight to snooze-ville, ever since they were little. That was when they had the highs of their goofy energy and then the lows of crashing right after.

Lee stretched and looked outside.

The train was whirring along the track, now passing rolling hills of green and white, snow covering nearly every inch of the landscape. Sweeping waves of blue were visible in the near distance and a cliffside held a bundle of small stone and wood buildings varying in color and size, leading down to the valley and beach below where the town sat, a peaceful getaway.

His eyes widened at the undeniably gorgeous sight and he reached for his journal, which he had put side on the bench before his nap. Removing the pen from the side, he began to write a new entry.

1/04

Hills, snow, peaceful, painting, escape.

When he glanced at George across from him, he grinned a little and added a few more words.

Sleeping ginger.

Closing the journal, he slipped it into the backpack he had pushed under the bench. Lee extended his leg a little and nudged George's foot.

"George," he said quietly, "George, look... we're here."

George's eyelids slowly rose and he squinted, yawning. Slowly lifting himself off of the wall and rubbing his forehead, he let out a sleepy murmur and looked outside.

Once he did, Lee watched as the boy's eyes brightened right away, the sleepiness vanishing as if it were the flick of a wand.

"Hey!" He breathed, sitting up. "We're here!"

Lee chuckled. "Yeah, that's been established."

The train soon pulled into the station, a small stop on the edge of the coastal village that split off into nearby towns. The Weasleys, along with Lee, were focused on only one, and the boys were thrilled to find that it was the picturesque spot just along the cliffside, on the water.

Wrapped in their winter coats and clutching their trunks, the group made their way into the village, Arthur leading the way.

"Ah!" He perked up, pointing down the snowy road. It was lined with lights that had surely only just flicked on for the early evening, setting aglow the charming shops, homes and restaurants that sprinkled the holiday town with life. "Straight ahead, troupe! Our cottage is just up the way."

"Can we get something to eat?" Ron said from the back. "The train didn't have one bloody trolley..."

"They knew you were boarding," George mumbled, earning a snicker from Ginny and Lee.

Arriving at the small cottage, the group tilted their gazes to observe: snow lined the soft roof and a modest garden sat on both sides of the stone path to the door. It was neatly kept, that was obvious, and it sure felt like a cozy Holiday card. To some, especially those with deep pockets, it probably would have appeared rather humble. But to George, he was smiling from ear to ear.