The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 39

I checked my watch as the sun rose into my view. The common room was freezing, and even the warm morning sun couldn't relax me as I stiffed a long yawn.

All night I'd been sat in the common room, doing homework for various different subjects. I needed to do well. I had to live up to my name.

It was six am, so I didn't understand why nobody else was down. Normally, Lene came down to talk to me, as this was usually the time I was back from my swim, but recently I'd been seeing less and less of her.

I yawned again, flinching suddenly as I scrunched up my eye. It had blacked around the edoes from were George had hit me with that book. He been so angry at me, and i get I was being rude by ignoring him, but there was no need to result to physical violence.

After I'd feel to the ground, he'd shouted for a while. Well, I guessed it was a while, as I fell unconscious a few minutes after he knocked me out, and woke up in his bed the next morning, (not in that way, you dirty minded toad.)

I knew he felt guilty, and a few times he'd tried to apologise, but for the majority of time he ignored me, which was all well and good. Lens hated me for some obscene reason, and her mood was deteriorating for some unknown reason. Fred and her are closer than ever, and refuse to tell anyone anything, even George and I, who are basically each of their siblings. I think thats partially the reason George is so on edge. His bothers excluding him, his best ffiends going insane, and me... well, what am I to him really?

With a sigh I stood up, glancing at my reflection in the window. The grounds looked freezing, even I was put of by it today. I couldn't wait till things warmed up a bit.

Once again, I yawned, and stretched out my arms. I withdrew my left arm with a snap as I hit something hard, immediately making me turn round.

George was stood there, wide eyed and half naked, eyeing me up and down. I sat myself up from my sofa, so I was at his eye level. I kept my expression plain, unreadable, and looked into his eyes.

He looked so alone. His drip white face felt so cold to touch as I ran my hand along his cheek bones, sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted to hold him, tell hi everything would be alright, bu words escaped me, and I just knelt there, speechless.

Why do you do this to me George Weasley?

I sighed again, snapping my hand back to my side and slouching back into my chair, looking down at my work from the night before. I began sorting things into piles, when I felt him grip my shoulder and heard him crackle my name.

"Rosetta..."

This time I would listen. Listen to every word, note, sentence. I needed to help him. I needed to make things right.

I grabbed his hand, not looking him in the eye. If I did that I new i'd instantly bottle it. I Bentley pulled hi towards me, forcing him to sit beside me. I pulled my arm around him and he began to cry.

I sat there, almost in disbelief. I'd known this ginger haired little boy my entire life, and the last time I'd seen him cry he was still shitting up nappies. I played with his hair, stroking my hand ttrough softly in an aattempt to calm him.

Eventually he stopped, his eyes shut, and began to talk. And I listened.

"Please, forgive me." he whispered. "I don't know what came over me when I... your eye..."

"It doesnt even hurt." I smiled, running my hand through once more. "I had it coming to me."

"No you didn't." He replied stubbornly. And off he went. Talking about everything from Angelina to Ginevra, to the boys toilets to Dumbledore's study. He needed me and I'd be there for him.