Novus Orbis - Fred Weasley x f!reader

Chapter 13 - Summer Shenanigans

"The Quidditch World Cup is coming up," Fred says, after he swings another gnome around and watches it fly across the yard and into the swamp. "Ireland versus Bulgaria."

"I bet you're terribly excited, Y/n," George says, looking over to where the teen sits in a lawn chair, looking over her book at them.

"Yeah, sure..." she raises her eyebrows at him as she flips the page. "I have more fun when you guys are the ones playing."

"Well, now we'll be there with you in the stands. You'll have more fun that way," Fred says.

"We're the funnest people you know."

Shaking her head, Y/n watches as Errol flies over the yard with an absurd amount of envelopes in his talons.

"That's got to be our Hogwarts supply lists, then," she says, marking her book and closing it to stand. "I'll go grab ours and bring them to the bedrooms."

She laughs as the boys groan at having to finish the job by themselves, stepping inside to intercept the animal before it crashes into Pig, Ron's new owl that Sirius has gifted him after the 'loss' of his pet rat, Scabbers.

Taking the mail carefully, she sorts through to find her name and the twins' names, setting the rest on the counter and running upstairs to flounce onto Fred's mattress. She skims over the list while waiting for them to finish, eventually flopping back onto the pillow and covering her eyes with her arms to try and doze off.

She can hear the boys a moment later stomping up the stairs, bursting into the room and slamming the door behind them. A rustling of paper next to her head indicates they've taken the envelopes belonging to them, most likely to shove them into a drawer.

"What a way to enter," she grumbles, lifting her arm and sitting up.

"Aw, it's no time for a nap," Fred says, resting his arms against the bedframe and pressing his forehead to hers, eyes wide with a cheeky expression. "We've got mischief to get up to."

Pressing her nose to his, Y/n raises her eyebrows to match his face.

"Alright, lovebirds, what he said," George says, pulling Fred away. "It's time we switch some salt and sugar." 

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Y/n wakes up by herself on the morning of August 1st, marking fifteen years of existence and the start of a new month. Usually she is woken by the twins, her birthday being no exception. But today they don't, and she sits up in the sunlight that is filtering through the blinds, stretching her arms out above her head and looking over to see Ginny still asleep in her bed.

Getting up, she rifles through her dresser, pulling out a sweater and some drawers. After changing, she pulls the shades open and grabs some dishes left over from the night previous, stepping out into the hall. The twins' room, up the stairs from hers and Ginny's, has an open door and no one inside when she goes up to peek her head in. Eyebrows furrowing, she looks at the clock on the table beside their bunk bed to see that it's just six o'clock. Heading down the stairs, she can hear the boys' voices and clinking of dishes, the noise stopping momentarily when she reaches the squeaky step at the top of the second landing and leans down to peep into the kitchen.
"Morning, love," Fred says, as he sets a pitcher of orange juice down on the table. "Was just about to come and wake you."

"I was wondering where my usual alarm clock went," Y/n says, smiling when George waves his wand to take her dishes and set them in the sink. "Wait a minute..."

"We borrowed Mum's wand," he says by way of explanation.

"Of course you did."

"'Of course you did', she says, like we're some kind of ruffians," Fred jokes. "We would never. These are special circumstances. Breakfast," he continues, as she comes all the way down into the room and sits down in the chair he's pulled out for her. "For the three of us. That's a good sweater, by the way."