A Life That's Happy And Unfair **Harry Potter/George Weasley Story**(BOOK2)

Chapter 3: Birthday Blues

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J.K.Rowling.

 

 

Chapter Three: Birthday Blues

Lottie's Point Of View

 

 

It was quiet. It was dark. We were all in bed. I was happily sleeping ...

That was until Fred and George threw their weight onto of me and woke me up. Which didn't make me very happy. They were both sat on top of me for a few seconds before both rolling off me to begin poking my sides. I buried my head into the pillow in the hope they was going to stop, but they didn't. I grunted and put my pillow on my head instead. I heard Fred laughed and he stopped poking me, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOTTIE!" They both smiled and sounded like they were still asleep. I grunted and Fred laughed quietly and got off my bed, heading from the room. I groaned and turned over as my pillow was pulled from my face,

"Good morning." George smiled at me sleepily,

"This is not my definition of a 'good morning'." I said sarcastically, making speech marks in the air and hearing George laugh at me softly,

"Are you going to get up?" He said, laying down beside me,

"Do I have a choice?" I asked and sat up. He shook his head and pulled the quilt from me. I sighed in frustration and pulled it back. George chuckled and shook his head, standing up and holding his hand out for me to take. I frowned at him but took it anyway. His hand was warm and he dragged me up the stairs and into Ron's room where my trunk and Alex were waiting. He smiled softly as he walked out of the room and I grinned as he shut the door,

"This is gold." Alex laughed quietly and I sat next to her on her trunk on Ron's bed,

"It's strange too." I said and Alex laughed,

"Wear green won't you?" She said and jumped off her trunk,

"Why?" I asked her,

"Ireland!" She said in an Irish accent,

"Oh! They playing?" I asked and she nodded,

"Ireland!" She laughed, keeping up the Irish accent,

"I know."

"Ireland!"

"Alex."

"Ireland!"

"Are you high?"

"Ireland!"

"Seriously."

"Ireland!"

"Alex."

"Ireland!"

"Hey Fred."

"Ire -- Wait, what?" She asked and I pointed to the door. Fred's red socks were sticking out in the doorway and then his head slowly also appeared in the doorway,

"Heeeeeeey." He said, dragging out the E,

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey," Alex said, dragging out the E even more,

"Hey." I said simply,

"You're a boring poo." She huffed and folded her arms,

"And you're strangely hyper." I laughed and she nodded, grabbing her outfit consisting of a pair of white three quarter jeans and a green t-shirt. She bumped past Fred and headed to the bathroom. I picked up my trunk and threw it onto Ron's bed, looking through for some decent stuff for today,