The nightmares keep coming every night. Every single night. But tonight, it was different to the others. Well, not really, it’s kind of the same dream but just expanded. There was more. More to learn about. More to satisfy my curiosity. An old man, Frank. Wormtail. A man whose face I couldn’t recall. Nagini. And last, but not least, Voldemort. The last thing I remembered before I woke up was the startled, distressed look on the old man’s face as Voldemort killed him. I woke up, heart pounding, gasping for air and cold all over.
“Chelle? Are you okay? It’s not the dreams again is it?” said my disturbed but worried best friend, Hermione.
“Yeah, I’m fine. What dreams?” I asked putting a fake smile on my face.
“Chelle, you don’t need to lie to me. I heard you and Harry talking about it the other day. You do trust me don’t you?”
“Of course I do Hermy! It’s just I don’t want you to worry about me.” I said sighing.
“Okay Chelle, but just remember, I’m always here for you and you can talk to me about anything.”
“Thanks girly.”
Hermione started laughing slightly, “Oh yeah, and you kinda have to get up now.”
“Whattttt?!??! I don’t wanna get up!” I said playfully whining.
“Okay, that’s fine with me. If you want to miss the Quidditch World Cup, that’s cool. I’ll just go let Mr Weasley know…” Hermione deviously said, knowing I would shoot out of bed.
“NO!” I said jumping out of bed.
“Um, I mean. Oh look at the time, it’s a late 4:30? Question! Why do we have to leave at 4:30 in the freaking morning?” I asked.
“Get up munchkin!”
“We have a long walk ahead of us.”
Fred and George were honestly two of my favourite people in the world. They are always there for me, and always look out for me. But I always have so much fun pranking people with them. They had popped their two nosy heads in our room and were pushing me out of my room, even though I was still in my PJ’s.
“Fred! George! Stop! I need to get changed!” I whined
“That’s a very…”
“…good point”
“Okay, but you…”
“…better get dressed quick.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I swashed them away and went back into our room.
I quickly got changed into some leggings and a sweater, as I knew if I took long, Fred and George would burst into my room and drag me away. I brushed my hair and threw it up into a high ponytail. I ran down the stair, skipping 2 at a time and almost falling flat on my face when I tripped on one. I regained my posture and started running into the kitchen where I could already smell Mrs Weasley’s cooking.
“Morning Girlies.” I said bursting into the kitchen and grabbing some toast as the bacon and egg weren’t done yet. I got a faint mumble of “Morning” back.
“You do know, I’m here don’t you?”
“Yes Ronald, I do know. That’s why I said girlies.” I smirked at him.
Ron burst out of his seat, towering over me. “Wanna say that again, midget?”
At that point I started cracking up laughing at Ron’s attempt of threatening me, he couldn’t even keep a straight face.
“Ron, you really have to work on that.”
“I know. But I can’t help it that you’re so dam happy all the time and it’s hard to keep a straight face around you.”
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not..”
“Definitely not a compliment” he said, joking.
Mr Weasley came down stairs with his backpack into the kitchen, “Morning. You children ready to go?” he said to Ron, Hermione, Ginny and I. “Harry! Fred and George! Hurry Up! Rochelle dear, where’s your bag?”
“It’s umm, it is... upstairs… yes, my bag is upstairs… where I have my stuff packed.” I said it more of a question then a statement, but Mr Weasley didn’t catch that.
“Okay then, go get it”
“Sure” I said reluctantly, and I ran up the stairs.
Holy crap! What do I pack? Since when did I need to pack? Why did no one tell me this? Um. How long are we gonna be there for? Is it gonna be cold?
Hermione entered the room, dragging me out of my thoughts,
“We’re going to be there for 2 days, Mr Weasley mentioned that it gets rather cold at night but during the day it should be fine. You should probably pack just one outfit for tomorrow, as you’re going to be in this all day. And maybe something to support the Irish? Then some pajamas. Toiletries. That should be about it.”
“Thank you Merlin for sending this fag upstairs and telling me this and for her to always paying attention.”
“Don’t say bad words Chelle!”
I started scurrying around the room that Hermione and I share, trying to find the things Hermione just told me to pack.
“ROCHELLE! HERMIONE! HURRY UP!” Mr Weasley shouted from downstairs.
“Go on down Hermy, I’ll be quick” I said, she sighed in response and shuffled down stairs.
Whizzing around me room, I successfully found all the crap I need for the two days ahead. Running down stairs, I smashed into a huge rock aka George Weasley.
“Watch where you’re going” he said laughing.
“Sorry Georgie.”
“About time you got down here missy.” Said an amused Mr Weasley “Did it take you that long to find your bag?”
“Yes?” I said once again questioning myself.
Mr Weasley laughed, “Okay guys! Let’s go!”
