Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 87 | Salvatore

The remainder of her tour passed quickly with Sarah becoming more restless to get home. Not hearing regular news about what was going on in the UK was stressful, and having 2 minute phone calls where Fred could barely give her information didn't help.

She felt all the worry leave her body when the London show was over and done with. Nothing bad had happened, like no death eater attacks.

During her show in London, she had stayed in a hotel near to Ovus arena. She spent the morning after the show at the Ivory Records building talking logistics with the rest of the team. Overall, the tour had been a success, and they had made profit.

In the afternoon, she grabbed her suitcase and apparated back into Diagon Alley, feeling the relief of being home wash over her. Sarah pulled her suitcase along the cobblestones, cringing at the noise. She arrived at Weasley Wizard Wheezes, and pulled open the orange, front door.

The shop was slightly busy, with clusters of people sticking to the shelves and up on the platforms that displayed products. Sarah zigzagged through the customers and shelves, shooting apologetic glances at everyone she bashed with her suitcase.

She approached the tills, looking around the throng of people for anyone familiar. Lee was at the counter, getting through customers with filled baskets very quickly. He was too preoccupied to notice her.

Sarah headed past, walking through the curtain into the back of the shop. The protection gear section was similarly busy, and Sarah fought her way through.

She managed to get through the second curtain, and entered the backroom of the shop. George was sat with his feet up on his desk, an old potions textbook propped up in his lap.

He looked up at the sound of the suitcase's noisy wheels, and his face brightened. He was on his feet quickly, hurrying to pull her into a hug. She laughed at his joy, similarly happy to see him.

"Thank goodness you're back," George said, pulling away. "Fred's been going barmy without you."

Sarah smiled, "I hate to admit it, but I've been going barmy without Fred. Where is he, anyway?"

"Downstairs. Working on those potions that you asked him to do," George responded, running a hand through his hair.

Sarah nodded, eyeing him carefully, "And you? What have you been up to these last two weeks?"

"Ah, you know, working on things..." George trailed off. "...for the shop."

"Right," Sarah nodded. "Are you sure - "

Her question was interrupted by an excited yell. Suddenly, she was ambushed with arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly.

"You're back!" Fred exclaimed.

"Yes!" Sarah could practically feel the past two weeks melting off her shoulders. She hadn't realised she'd been so tense.

Still, at the sight of Fred and George, Sarah felt lighter. She planned to enjoy that feeling as long as she could because she knew it probably wouldn't last long.

Fred pulled away from the hug, but kept his arm around her waist, "We have a lot to catch up on, don't we?"

Sarah nodded, glancing at her suitcase, "Yeah, definitely, but it looks like that will have to wait. I've got to unpack and get some photos processed, and you have a shop to run."

"George could cover for me," Fred responded, turning to his brother, "Wouldn't you, George?"

George laughed, "No chance."

Fred rolled his eyes, turning back to Sarah, "Well, it was worth a try."

Fred headed back to the basement, whilst Sarah levitated her suitcase upstairs. The flat was the same as always, and Sarah couldn't understand why she thought something would be different.