Perfect Match(A George Weasley Love Story)

The Days After

The week between the selection of the champions and the first task passed as if it was only a matter of  hours. Today was the day before the the task, and I woke with a start, immediately sitting up in my bed. It was strange, I was waking up like that more and more often; it's not like I was having a nightmare, I would just wake up and shoot to a sitting up position. I shook it off and climbed out of bed, getting ready quickly. When I was completely dressed in my uniform, hair and makeup done as well, I walked down into the common room, which was completely empty. I crossed the room silently and plopped down on the couch, grabbing the tartan blanket next to me and wrapping it around me tightly. The castle was always freezing cold, and our uniforms were as thin as a sheet, so I was almost always freezing. 

I kicked my shoes off and placed my feet, covered only in my tights, on the coffee table, laying back on the couch as well. I closed my eyes, reaching up and taking off my hat as well, before I heard the small owl door open and an owl fly in.

"Hermes?" I asked as my father's owl flew right over to me, nuzzling his head against my arm. I had been eagerly awaiting this owl ever since I had written him back a few days ago, but now that I had it, I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to read what was inside. I rubbed Hermes' feathers for a moment before I took the folded up parchment from his beak and he flew away. I opened it slowly, unfolding it carefully and smoothing out the page when it was unfolded.

My Britta,

I agree, you should've listened to me, and I really wish that you would have. I won't lecture you much more, I figure that the Howler was almost a good enough punishment anyways. I know that you didn't mean to get chosen, or to make me mad or disappointed. You're a good  girl, this was just a temporary lapse in judgement, I hope so at least. 

My darling girl, I could never in a million years hate you, even if you did the most terrible things. I'm always, always going to be here for you, and I need you to know that. Professor McGonagoll has already informed me of all of the dates of the tasks, and I'll be there at every single one of them, don't you worry. I  don't want you to be afraid; you're a strong girl, you're incredibly brave, and I know that you can do this. 

I'm okay with you staying for the Yule Ball, if you can promise to behave yourself. I arranged for us to stay with Molly and Arthur Weasley over the Christmas holidays, they're good friends of mine from a while back and I'm sure that you know their boys and their daughter. And you are certainly correct about being grounded, although not for years, I expect you to do the washing and any other odd jobs I can find you over the holidays and the upcoming summer. I'm sure that both our garden and the Weasley's needs de-gnoming. 

I'll be there in the front row of the task tomorrow, I'll make sure to stop by. Good luck, I know you can do it.

I love you, Britta, and I believe in you. 

-Dad

I smiled when I was done reading the letter, it definitely made me feel better to go into the task knowing that he wasn't as mad as I thought he would be. I pulled the blanket a bit tighter around myself and laid down on the couch, burying my face into the pillow and closing my eyes as I melted into the couch. 

"Wearing my blanket again, I see?" I heard George's voice tease as the couch sinked lower down by my feet. 

"Stop leaving it out here then," I snapped, ripping the blanket off of myself and throwing at him. 

"No, I didn't mean it like that," he stuttered, placing the blanket back over me as I laid there silently. 

"Britta, I wanted to, uh, talk to you ab-about Andrew. We're all worried about you."