For the Love of a Wizard (A George Weasley fan fiction)

Part Three

I've been pressured to go ahead and post this part even though I was going to wait until tomorrow to put it up. Thanks a lot, Katie! XD 

Enjoy! 

~~~Majic

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Part Three

"So did you have a good holiday?"

Luna was sitting across from me, with Neville to my right, closest to the door. Another girl sat next to Luna, but she had been ignoring us the entire time, most likely thinking that to speak to us would be to commit social suicide. The three of us didn't actually care; you know, do unto others. So we continued our conversations as if she wasn't even there.

"Luna, I wrote you almost every other day. Anyhow, you know that my holidays are always torture in that house. There's absolutely nothing to do." I made a face to show how much I truly hated staying with my adopted parents.

"You think that's bad. I live with my grandmother, and, well, Nicole, you've met her. Imagine living with her during the holidays."

Neville was right, I had met his grandmother once when he had invited me over for Christmas holidays during our second year. I had vowed to myself, and to him, that I wouldn't come back unless Neville desperately needed me. After all, the woman obviously had absolutely hated me from the beginning, and she had told Neville time and time again not to hang around me, or some of my "attitudinous" behavior would rub off on him. Pure rubbish, of course, but nonetheless, neither of us wanted me to go back there.

"Well, I had a fine holiday," Luna said, interrupting my thoughts, as she always seemed to do. "My father and I worked together on the Quibbler, and I also began a vine of dirigible plums. They won't be ready for a few years, but I did enjoy planting them anyway. They kept trying to float away, though, which made planting a bit difficult."

I looked over at Neville and we both nearly burst out laughing, just managing to hold it back with a smile. We weren't laughing at Luna, of course, simply at the way she said such strange things so nonchalantly. I think that that was one of the things that made me gravitate toward her two years ago.

"Luna, you'll have to show them to me the next time I visit," I said, truly interested. "I can't imagine how hard it is to plant something that's constantly trying to float away from you."

"My grandmum only plants things like tulips and roses. They're nice to look at and to smell, but they're just so boring. It makes me miss herbology and the school even more during the holidays."

I still didn't quite understand Neville's obsession with plants, but I never criticized it. It was a nice breath of fresh air every time he wanted to show me a new plant that either Professor Sprout had showed him or one that he had found on his own.

"Oh, Neville, I have to tell you something. You know Ron, don't you?" I had just remembered the incident on the platform, and I decided to tell my friends about it.

"Well, yeah, I do. Why?"

"Well, I ran into one of his brothers on the platform earlier. Literally, I ran into him. I guess I hit him a lot harder than I thought because it knocked me down. Said his name was George, and he seemed pretty nice."

"Oh, right, George. Him and Fred are pretty much the pranksters of the family, but they're good guys. Their family is all pretty good, really, all nice people."

Prankster, eh? Sounded a bit like my kind of guy. Well, that is, if any guy ever had any sort of interest in me. And so far, none of them seemed to. The only guy that I was close to was Neville, and he may as well have been my brother.

"Well, it looks like we're getting close to being there," Luna said after a few minutes of silence.

I peered out of the window, Neville leaning around me, and just made out the shape of the castle looming up on the other side of the lake, my home for the next six months, at least.