Lumos

Chapter 8

"Oh, your father's coming home!" she shouted after seeing his hand on the clock move to "traveling".

We decided to leave the adults alone after Hermione almost got into a heated argument with Percy about his boss's old house elf. She was working intensely for the animal rights now and driving us slightly mental with it.

I went up to Ginny's room to make sure that I had everything packed. I know this family well enough to know that they will be going crazy tomorrow morning and I don't want to add to the hysteria.

"Ginny, what's this?" I asked her holding something out of the closet.

"That's my dress, apparently the school list says we need dresses for something this year." She answered.

"Oh, I guess I'll just order out for one then. You want another dress?" I asked her sheepishly, seeing as I had already sent the order in.

I saw her eyeing her own dress with distaste, she obviously didn't like it and if I could help her then why not.

"What? No, it's ok I'll use this one." she said quickly.

"I have to order out for mine anyway. Mum apparently ordered one and we both know I'm not going to like it. We'll fix up drawings and send them to Madam Malkin, she's the best and we'll have beautiful dresses for whatever is going on at Hogwarts." I told her.

"But . . ."

"No, it's settled. Once school starts and we get our schedules we'll figure something out for the two of us if not earlier than that." I told her.

I finished packing my things, going downstairs to make sure that everything was in its place and that I didn't leave anything behind. George was sitting downstairs alone at the table which was surprising in itself.

"George . . . what's wrong?" I asked, startling him.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something." He muttered.

"Thinking about what?" I asked as I sat down.

"Something that I want to do, would like to do but I'm not sure about it yet."

"Is this about Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" I asked curiously.

"No, it's more personal but it's not important anyway. I know nothing is going to happen." He mumbled.

"George you can do whatever you put your mind to, don't just give up. Fight for whatever it is that you want." I told him, standing in front of him.

"You think?" he whispered, getting out of his seat.

"Absolutely, you are brilliant and I'm sure that you can do whatever it is that you want. You can make it happen." I whispered, placing my hand softly on his cheek.

I had just noticed how close we were standing to each other, I could feel his breath on my face and a blush rose to my cheeks. When I looked up I could see his lips clearly and I jumped away nervously before saying good night.

All of us did the best we could to get everything together before we left, thankfully I had already taken care of it. There was a lot of us in the Weasley house so the night before we were to leave for school there was still a mess. I looked around at everything trying to clear my mind to not much luck.

Lying in bed that night my mind kept rolling back, not to my dreams but to that moment with George in the kitchen. What on earth was that? Since when has that been lurking around in my head? We managed to get to sleep before midnight but Mrs. Weasley had sent us to sleep at around nine o'clock that night.

The morning of September 9th was hectic as it always was in the Weasley house; Mr. Weasley was summoned into work before he could have breakfast to go deal with a wizard who's dustbins were going mad in a Muggle neighborhood.