Violet

Part 8: jealousy

George had always guessed that his home was probably extremely different from any muggle home. To be honest he found a muggle life to be extremely, and exceptionally uneventful. At least compared to his life. He had 5 brothers a sister and just about the stupidest owl in the world. The owl oh man the owl a real pitiful creature who's eye sight was going.
George was sitting at the table eating his favorite breakfast when the owl crasched and spilt the porridge every where. While their mum waved her wand and cleaned up the mess their dad reached for the bundle of letters, 2 where to bill 3 for Charlie and 1 for the twins. George took the letter addressed to them and presumed it wasn't from lyre because she would have taken the time to write both of them each individual letters. No one else they new was that careful, the letter was addressed from Lee. Just as the owl got off the table to collect its self. Milk, lyres cat jumped on the table she sniffed the owl as if to say "wow, that's embarrassing" then proceeded to walk with new found dignity to Charlie. Then the twins.
"Well that's the strangest thing I ever saw! Is that how some muggles deliver mail? With cats."their dad asked
"It's the stupidest thing I've ever seen." Ron said through a mouthful of food. "Cats can't even fly."
"It's not stupid it's the cutest kitten I've ever seen." Ginny dropped her spoon in to her bowl running to Charlie's side of the table to pet the cat.
She only ended up scaring her off. She instantly deflated when the cat ran out the kitchen door and deep into the snowy fields for protection.
"My that is curious." Mrs.Weasley whispered under her breath. Holding her upset daughters shoulders, mostly to keep her from running out in to the garden and scaring the cat more.
"Ah it's not muggles dad it's lyre, she was raised by a wizard, I think she just likes cats more than owls. Can't say I know why though." Charlie took his stack of letter back to his room.
George had to say he was curious of why lyre would be writting to Charlie. Besides dinner and breakfast in the great hall and the occasional hallway or common room gathering the rarely ever spoke. He couldn't be jealous though because he had also gotten a letter. Except why did he even notion that he could be jealous, while all these thoughts were running through his head Fred was already ripping open his letters from and lyre.
"Nah lyre would use an owl if Milk let her." George said to the older boy who was already walking away reading his own letters

"Lee went on holiday to America." Fred continued eating bread rolls the only thing that stayed in tact on the dinner table.
"He's sent pictures, and said he'd give us our gifts when we get back to hogwarts. He then drones on about an American girl he tried to snog." Fred looked over the pages. "That seems to be the majority of the letter, he's also sent his answers to snape homework." Their mom came right over and muttered something about cheating not being right. It didn't really matter they knew whatever Lee sent was probably wrong. They also figured they could copy whatever lyre had when they got back on thee train.

George opened his letter from lyre, but it was incredibly short. It had very little about her holiday and it basically went like this

Dear Georgie

Hope Christmas was fun, and happy. Mine was nice i got a whole bag of candy. I'll share your gifts on the train like we planed. Careful lees sending faulty homework, just toss it. I'll help him with it later. We also went to the cinema. It was a blast, I love the muggle movies, and music. We should all go together someday.

Love lyre.

He was almost amused at how short she kept it, where Fred got a whole 2 pages of things, like how the movie was and such. He layed the paper down to see if she had written Charlie more. Because that was just ridiculous he left his letter on the table. And excused himself.
He found Charlie sitting at a desk that was crowded in between a corner and the door. It didn't take long for the older boy to notice him.
"What's up? I was thinking we take the brooms out later if the snow lets up." The boy looked out the window with the leters on his desk, George glanced and could tell that the first letter was from lyre idmeadtly from the hand writting. And anger flickered in his mind before he could respond.
"I don't think I'm in the mood for flying today. I think I'm gonna have a day in." The older boys gaze went back to the window,
"Yea, I don't think the snow will let up anytime soon."
George was about to turn on his heel when he decided not to.
"What did lyre write you?" He asked, he knew it was ultimately non of his business but he felt uneasy.
"Ah you know a bit of this and a bit of that. Just chatter really." Charlie looked back down at his letter, he had also got a small bag of candy.

"Really? She hardly wrote me anything." The younger boy cranked his head to see if from his position the door way he could make out exactly what was written. But alas Charlie became insistent.
"Yea, she was probably just tired or something she probably wrote Lee and tonks first." George sighed and left with out saying much else. He spen the rest of the day on the couch playing charades with Fred Ron and Ginny.
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It was almost 2 in the morning George had woke up not long ago to use the toilet. He was about to get back in bed when he was staring straight down the stairs he could just barely in the darkness make out the letters lying on Charlie's desk. He wasn't against snooping every now and again, except this felt low even for him. He scratched his neck and continued his stare. What tempted him the most was he knew he could get away with it.
"Shit" he whispered to himself  instead of headed back up to continue his good night sleep he snuck down the stairs he knew Charlie and Ginny both slept like ricks, very still, deep and unmoving. It was almost too easy. He swiftly grabbed the papers from the top of Charlie's desk and then headed to the kitchen and sat at the table, he wastxhed the enchanted pots stir themselves before he dove in to the letters. He set the ones from tonks and his other mate aside. And picked up both sheets from the lyre letter.

Dear Charlie.
I took your advice, I visited my mom. It was rather uneventful she wasn't in perfect health, but she was a lot better. I expected since I did write the case attorney beforehand. I don't know how I feel about it though. It's still very surreal. I expect I won't visit her much mostly because, she still scares the ever loving daylights out of me.
I know that's an awful thing to say about a sick person, but every time I looked at her I felt like I wanted to vomit. Memory's from when I was little would pop up, like visiting her in the hospital after the incident. I won't go in to much detail because I don't exactly know myself. It's all a bit to complicated, all I can say for certain is that it scared me. Any how im glad I have someone to talk to about all this. Thank you for your support

Is what the first sheet said. The second went in to detail about her break saying pretty much the same thing George's letter said. A pit sat in George's stomach, lyre was a mystery. He had no clue what her home life was like and this letter pretty much confirmed that. He grabbed some bread and headed back upstairs to put the papers away. Once he was done he turned to see Ginny exiting her room half asleep.
"you better not be setting anything up for the morning." She mumbled rubbing her tired eyes
"I'm not gin, promise." He smiled at the tired girl. "What are you doing up anyways?"
"Non of your beeswax." She yawned sassily "and you?"
"Ah snooping on my friend, I think she's got a crush on Charlie." He said in a joking manner, despite how hurt he felt about his letter being dreadfully short.
Ginny laughed "Charlie's kinda a nerd, I think I'd want someone who is a bit more, adventurous." She whispered staring at the boys open door.
" 'cause taming dragons isn't adventurous?" George laughed at the 8 year old, acting like she knew exactly what she wanted out of life.
"No, not the way Charlie does it. He's a bit of an egghead when it comes to dragons and their subspecies." George laughed at the girls jest, it was entirely true though, his brother however brave and adventurous his endeavors might become. Charlie will always still be the boy who taped paper to rats and pretended they were baby dragons so he could study their behavior.
"Yeah, he's the reason I can understand how Percy isn't adopted." Ginny let out a stifled laugh at her older brothers jest.
"What about you George? What kind of girl would you fancy?" She looked at her brother with curious eyes.
"Ahh, don't know. One that smells good I guess." He shrugged, he had never really thought about it. What kind of girl he would fancy.
"It doesn't matter that much, you prank people to much to be dateable anyways." She stretched and yawned "I've got to use the loo." with that they said their secret second good nights and parted ways.

Once George was back to the safety of his bed he began to think. What kind of girls would he be in to? And right before he drifted back to sleep lyres small smile flashed through his minds.
One with a lovely smile. Is what he thought before sleep took him.