Big world, small me ~Wicked series

Part 8

I fell forward, on the wooden floor of what I suppose was the Burrow. I got up and looked around. I stood in a small hectic living room, that perfectly suited the imagination I had of the Burrow. It was really cozy, very different from my old home I used to live in with my dad when he was still weakened and before I got to Hogwarts. Behind me I heard loud noises, comming from the fireplace. Mrs Weasley was the next with Ron. Followed by Fred and George and last were Mr Weasley and Percy, who still had my suitcase with him. He handed it to me and I smiled thankful at him. Everybody immediately gone their own way, knowing what to do and where everything was. So I just stood there with my suitcase, waiting for someone to tell me where to go when Fred walked to me.

'Need a little help with that?' He asked, nodding at my suitcase. I nodded and he took it from me, walking to the stairs, closely followed by me.

'FRED!' I heard Mrs Weasley yell from the kitchen 'COME OVER HERE AND SET THE TABLE!'

'CAN'T MUM!' Fred yelled back while struggling with getting his and mine suitcase up the stairs at the same time. I helped as good as I could. 'BRINGING LUCY HER STUFF UP!'

'OKAY!' Was the reply he got seconds later. 'SHE'S STAYING IN GINNYS ROOM YOUNGMAN! DON'T FORGET THAT!' I chuckled laughing at Fred's startled, but annoyed look. 'GINNY!' Mrs Weasley yelled again, but I didn't listen to their conversation anymore as I was to ficaded on not falling from the stairs with Fred and the suitcases. When we finally got to the highest floor -why is Ginnys room on the highest floor goddamn?!- we were both breathing heavily.

'Maybe I should have just walked two times' He said grinning at me.

'You think?!' I said, softly punching him on the arm while I still breathed heavily.

'Well, this is Ginny's room' Fred said while opening the most left door of the four doors on the hallway.

I walked in while Fred laid my suitcase down on the mattress on the floor.

I looked around, it was a cute little room. It had a closet, bed, temporary mattress on the ground for me, one window and a bureau. That was it. The walls were light pink. It made it all look girly and cozy, like you expect from a teenage girl room.

After Fred left to his and George's room -which was next to Ginny's- I unpacked my stuff into the big closet. Ginny had said I could take half as she didn't used most of the space in it.

I let myself fall down on my mattress and closed my eyes for a minute. Which turned out to be longer as I fell in a deep sleep.

'Lucy!' I heard someone say from the hallway. I opened my eyes, wincing from the amount of light in the room. The door opened and Ginny looked in. 'O, did I wake you?' She asked. I nodded but sat up straight.

'Yes, but it doesn't matter' I said yawning. She sat down on her bed and pulled up her knees.

'So which of my brothers do you fancy?' She aksed straight to te point. I chuckled on nothing, not knowing what to answer. What do you say if someone asks you such question?

'None' I said shrugging my shoulders calmly, but my heart was beating fast.

'Sure, what you want' she said rolling her eyes. 'But I won't spent my Christmas break at just a guys home' She winked.

How naive as her brothers were, the opposite was Ginny as she had already seen me through just a few hours after we had met.

Dinner was great. They told story's and jokes. It was how dinner in the Great Hall must feel like when your popular or just not me. Some times they asked me questions. Like how I could put up with the twins and not try to kill them once in a while.