Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year Six: Isn't She Lovely?

I followed behind Hermione, through the common room. There was no sign of the twins and as bad as it made me feel to say it, I was glad for it. I wasn't mad at them like I had been so often over the last few years, but I just had parts of my life that didn't involve them yet. Talking with Leilani was one of them. I didn't even know how this was going to go, and I rather that they weren't there if she was going to yell and berate me again. They had already been there for several times when she'd said I wasn't her sister, and as much as it hurt that she'd said it, it hurt more that they'd been there for it.

The Weasley's always seemed to have it together. They cared for one another in their own special way, even if it wasn't outright obvious to those on the outside. Like, sure they make fun of Percy for being so stuck up, but it's really an attempt to relax a little. And honestly, it would really do him some good to have a laugh every now and again. They pick and Ron and pester him, but as an older sibling, we all do the same thing. Sure, there were some times they went a little overboard, but most of those were when they were much younger than they are now. Magical children weren't able to control their powers the way older ones are.

When a child first shows signs of magic, it is normally in a stressful situation where they are feeling a lot of big emotions. So, when Ron accidentally broke little Fred's toy, his temper flared up and things happened. Was it too far? Yes. But could it have gone worse, also yes. He's lucky all he got out of it was a fear of spiders. Not everyone's magic shows itself like that.

Gardenia's first show of magic was during a fight with Leilani. I couldn't even remember what they had been fighting about at this point, but Leilani knew how to get under everyone's skin, and this time she had really set Gardenia off. That one last quip from Leilani caused every piece of glass in our entire house to shatter all at once. The windows, plates, cups, picture frames, mirrors, little decorations Amarylis had on the shelves. Merlin, even the sinks in the bathrooms cracked.

If it hadn't been for magic, we would have been stuck wearing shoes around the whole house for the rest of our lives, and we would have been out quite a bit of money we didn't have at the time to replace all of it. After that, Leilani calmed down on picking fights with Gardenia and more so turned to me and Ollie. We weren't all that much older than the two of them, but we were already more so in control of our abilities.

All of that to say, the Weasley's cared about each other and loved one another. Sure they would fight, and bicker, but what family doesn't? Neville told me about fighting with his nan, we all know the Malfoys are always at each other throats, Harry had bars put over his bedroom windows for Merlin's sake. But, the things that Leilani has said to me did not fall under the category of regular arguments.

However, that was all just a bunch of rambling thoughts that held me in place out in the common room instead of walking up the stairs. I was terrified of going in that room with her. Up until now, I thought that I had tried everything in the book to get her to calm down and open up. It was just now, standing at the bottom of the stairs that I realized most of the time, all I did was dismiss her, and that was most likely why she went out of her way to be even meaner over time. She wanted to do something to get a reaction. She merely wanted attention. But, I was unsure of how she would react to actually getting that attention in another form than a screaming match.

"Are you coming?" Hermione asked from the top of the stairs, and it was only now that I was reminded that I had told her the real reason for coming all the way up here.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I sighed, "Just a little preoccupied with everything going on."

She didn't say anything back as she disappeared out of sight and I rushed up the stairs to follow her. I had honestly hoped that she'd just kept going and had forgotten all about me even being here. Yet, as much as I wanted to turn around and walk out and pretend this never happened, I knew that I couldn't. I was going to be graduating soon, and I'd feel like I'd miss out on my chance to fix things while I still had the time to. I had once told Amaryllis that I didn't want to look back on all the what ifs, and I was going to stand by it.