Starry Eyes // Harry Potter

2 . ON THE WING

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CHAPTER TWO • ON THE WING
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IM GONNA BUILD A PAPER PLANE AND FLOAT TO YOU

IT WAS SAFE to say that the Weasleys were a handful of the kindest people Ela had ever met. With, now, an abundance of ginger hair in their incredible household, Ela felt more at home amongst these people than she had her own family. Perhaps it was the colour of their hair that made her feel welcome, or the fact that she got along tremendously well with their daughter Ginny, that she felt the desire to stay there and not go home. Not that she didn't love her family - no, she loved them to pieces - but the exposure to the wizarding world had calmed her needs to know everything, and besides, she was finally going to be with her real brother, whom she loved more than anything.

Upon their arrival, Molly Weasley had rushed out of her home to greet them, smiling and saying she 'looked just like her mother' while hugging her, to which Ela smiled at and hugged her back, her motherly aura smothering the girl in a deep love for the woman.

"Mrs Weasley!" said Dumbledore politely, stooping down to kiss her on the cheek, "thank you for agreeing to look after Ela until Harry gets here, and whenever that may be."

"Oh, it's no problem at all, Albus! Anything, anything." She waved her hand as if swatting away a fly. "Well, dear, shall we go inside and have some lunch? I know Ginny's dying to see you, and Ron's written to Harry - oh, look, there he is!" she said cheerfully.

A tall, lanky boy with a long nose, red hair and a face full of freckles came bustling into the little front garden, tripping over a stray chicken.

"Every bloody time!" he muttered angrily, glaring at the chicken as though it meant to trip him up.

"Language, Ron!" said Mrs Weasley sharply, but then immediately after she smiled at Ela. "This is Ron, your brother's friend. We've heard a lot about him this summer, a lot more than we already know, him being famous and all. Ron, take her trunk if you know what's good for you, can't you see she's struggling?"

Ela smiled, making a noise between a laugh, grunt and a thanks, and narrowly missed tripping over the same chicken Ron had. She looked over her shoulder, expecting to see Dumbledore following, and was surprised to see him merely walking away from the house, turning on the spot and vanishing. She blinked. Well, she'd never seen anyone do that, not even her uncle, or Reece.

So, she was welcomed into their house as one of their own; the house, she thought, was beyond anything she'd ever dreamt of. It was tall and looked as though it was held up completely by magic - but it didn't look dangerous. In fact, it looked comfortable, welcoming, and completely and utterly brilliant.

Ela was told to sit by Mrs Weasley, who was busying around in the kitchen, whipping up some lunch for her. She sat looking around her, at everything magical in the room - which was nearly everything. The clock, the knitting needles, the spoons... She was surrounded by it; magic was truly encompassing her in a way that she'd wanted it to all her life.

She was about to ask Mrs Weasley how it all worked when a tall boy stooped through the door so that he wouldn't hit his head. Immediately after him came a boy who looked exactly the same - Ela blinked, scared for a moment that she'd just seen the same thing twice. But it was okay - they were twins, she realised as they stood there side by side.

Then they moved to stand beside her. Personal space, she thought grumpily.

"Hey," said one.