Ch. 23: The Last Time
Song For Chapter: The Last Time - Taylor Swift & Gary Lightbody (check out the video on the side.... yes, I made it - I'm sappy that way, okay?!)
FRED'S POV:
Where is it?! I cursed under my breath, pacing around my room in the flat above George and I's shop, practically trashing the place in search of my book of letters to Elle. It wasn't in the place I'd last left it. It was gone.
As I thought back to it, I couldn't remember seeing it for almost a whole week. Wringing my fingers together, I stomped downstairs and into the main building where George and Reyna, our new employee, were sorting through boxes to prepare for today's opening.
"George," I poked my head around the corner, glaring down at him. "Have you seen a little, green book around here?"
George shook his head, grabbing a pink jar from the box and setting it on the shelf. "Nope, but -" He paused as Reyna, an older witch around the age of thirty five or so, grinned and nodded, interrupting him.
"Actually, I saw it a few days ago," she nodded arranging some things.
I waited for her to continue, but she didn't so I prodded her on, "And? Where was it?"
"Oh," She waved her hands around her face, a smirk spreading on her face, "Ginny was toting it around like a golden goose! It was rather hilarious, really."
George and I spared each other the same, confused expression at the phrase 'golden goose', but I shoved it to the side, realizing I had bigger problems.
"Ginny."
I didn't even bother saying goodbye as I apparated from the stairs to my bedroom at the Burrow, feeling a sense of irritation and a tiny bit of fear and embarrassment in the pit of my stomach. Those letters weren't meant to be read by anyone - especially not Ginny. Stupid little sister, snooping around where she doesn't belong.
"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY!" I hollered, stomping out of the old room and into the hallway, causing a squeal to echo from across the hall.
I stormed towards Ginny's room, but was momentarily blocked by my mother as she flustered around me, hugging me. "Welcome home, Fred - it's a bit early, but if you'd like, I'm making hot cakes."
"Thanks, mum," I spared her a grin, nodding. "I could always eat some."
She smiled warmly and cupped my cheek with affection before trudging off, not noticing how seething mad I was towards Ginny, or not caring. Once she rounded the corner, I dropped my smile and slid over to Ginny's door, nailing my fist against it.
"W-Who is it?" Ginny's voice floated out of her room as she pretended to be unaware of the trouble she was in.
"Ginny, give me my book - now."
Ginny didn't respond to my comment, so I pushed the door open and connected eyes with her as she sat, cross-legged, on her mattress, a guilty smile plastered on her cheeks. "What book?"
"I don't have time for this," I brushed her comment off and began shifting through her drawers, thumbing through everything in search of the letters. Hopefully she hadn't shown them to any one. "Those were private, you have no right to go through my stuff," I prattled on as she merely sat there, hands in her lap, guilty face staring idly into her lap.
I stopped and leant against her drawer, furrow developing on my brow. She was too silent; she wasn't even angry that I was going through her things. "What did you do?" Something was up.
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Granger Danger ⇗ Fred Weasley
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