Hidden Savior (Bill Weasley)

Chapter 7

I open my eyes, shutting them immediately when they are burned by the bright sunlight. "Jesus christ," I sigh, starting to feel the headache that was a combination of a hangover and the aftermath of crying.

I look over my shoulder, seeing my favorite Weasley still sleeping peacefully right next to me.

I carefully slip out from under his arm, sliding gracefully off the bed. When I move to an upright standing position, the room tilts to the side abruptly  and slowly starts to spin. I pinch the bridge of my nose, waiting for the vertigo to pass.

As the spinning slows down, I walk out of the room to the kitchen.

"Good morning sunshine!"

I wince at Oliver's outburst, "Shut the fuck up."

He grins, pressing the button on the blender, "How are we this morning?"

"We are just dandy this morning. Is that my-"

"Pepsi-esque hangover cure? Yes- well I haven't made it pepsi yet, but I will."

"You're the best."

"I'm only doing it because it's my job, not because I care about you."

"And here I thought we were friends," I say dramatically, opening the fridge, "You break my heart, Oliver, you break my heart." I reach for one of the large chinese takeout boxes labeled, Bizzy's noodles DON'T TOUCH (seriously don't touch this she'll murder you). "Thanks for protecting my food."

"Like I said, it's only the job-"

"Oh, fuck you. You love me and we all know it. And give me my drink," I snatch the glass away from him just as he popped on the lid.

"Jesus, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

I ignore him, plopping down on the couch, turning on the TV, flipping to the newest episode of Seinfeld. Using magic, I heat up my noodles, summoning a fork. "That almost hit me in the face," Oliver exclaims.

"I wish it had hit you in the face."

He doesn't respond, and after about five minutes of silence, I assume that he left the room. As I eat, I down my drink quickly, so I summon a bottle of actual pepsi.

"What are you watching?"

I jump, nearly spilling my food. "Jesus christ, I didn't see you there!"

Bill smiles slightly, walking around the couch to sit down with a cup of coffee, "Sorry."

I pause the TV, facing him, "How did you get coffee without making any noise?"

"Magic."

I roll my eyes, "Oliver brought you some."

"Yes, he actually poked me until I was awake, then handed me the mug."

"Sorry. He's annoying."

"It's alright. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Good. I'm sorry about last night, I don't usually get so emotional."

"You're allowed to be emotional. That was a rough curse."

"It was. I'm assuming Jack told you about- about my thing."

"Yes."

"Okay," I nod, silent for a moment. "Talk about something else."

"Why did you just start the spell yesterday? We were discussing it, and you know you probably shouldn't have taken the worst of it."

"That isn't exactly changing the subject."