Jean's knee is wobbling up and down. Her nerves get the better of her. In half an hour she has to meet up with her cousin, his girlfriend Caroline and this so called date. She doesn't know what's worse. To be on a date with her younger cousin or to have a blind date in first place.
Jean has to go on the toilet again, even though she just went a few minutes prior. Being nervous plays games with her bladder and she hates it.
Afterwards she looks at the apartment watch. She still has twenty minutes left. What should she do in the meantime? She can't start anything really, because there isn't much time left, however just sitting around doesn't do much justice either. To already get going is way too early and it is too cold to wait in front of the restaurant. She also doesn't fancy to sit alone at the restaurant and wait for the others to arrive. Plus she wouldn't know what to do there as well.
She breathes out annoyed. Her body shivers a bit. She needs something to occupy her mind with and to get distracted from what will happen soon. To start a show is too long. To read? She could read a diary entry. They aren't that long. She sits down and grabs it. The leather feels cold on the skin of her fingers.
„Dear Diary,
Today was as great as the last days at the Olsen's, if not even better. We woke up early again in order to make the most out of this possibility we have. We packed our stuff together and went on a hike to watch the sunset arise. I love the surroundings where their house is. The cliffs, the beach further away, the grass and even the wind. It doesn't bother me at all. It is kinda calming.
So when we arrived at the highest spot of the cliffs, we put out a blanket, sat on it, and placed our breakfast in front of us. We had so much fun preparing it. Louis almost fell asleep making the Omlettes, some of them are burnt. Mrs. Olsen even woke up because of us and our laughter. I feel a bit guilty, she is a lovely woman and she deserves a decent sleep.
It was magnificent. This moment was perfect. I cuddled under a soft blanket with Gemma, while Sean and Louis shared the other. Neither of us said a word, we just watched the sun arise, drank our coffee and listened to the waves and early birds below.
When we went back, the Olsens were already up for good. We decided to make them some breakfast as well, which resulted in chaos. We cleaned the kitchen two hours afterwards. Good thing we woke up early hu?
Because then it was time to make ourselves ready for a trip to Diagon Alley. I was excited to see the buzzing streets again, to look through the shops and to meet some certain red heads. We transported via Floo Powder and I stumbled out of the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron.
I'm instantly met with the eyes of a huge family sitting at a table.
„Oh uhm hi?" I dust myself up. „Didn't want to interrupt your breakfast."
„But the snack is finally here", Fred says, earning a slap on the shoulder from his mother.
At least I guess that the read head woman has to be his mother.
„Ouch." Fred jumps up and gets out of the way of another hit. He walks over to me. His mother wanted to say something, but Ron points at our direction and makes some kissing noises.
„Ron, would you behave, would you!" Hermione holds a cat in her hands, or at least I hope that is a cat. It's something that is alive with some fur.
Before Fred is even able to reach out for my hands, his mother screams out with joy.
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LILAC (Fred Weasley)
Fanfiction~He was red and I was blue and together we created a lilac sky~
