black and white ✰ g.w.

CHAPTER TEN

Molly came up to get them all for dinner not long later and they all went downstairs together.

"Well, we'll be eating down in the kitchen," she said.

"Really? I thought we would be eating in the attic, personally," Arabella said. Ron, Ginny, Fraser, and Duncan sniggered.

Molly ignored her daughter's snarky remark and continued to smile up at the teenagers making their way down the stairs.

Olivia had previously thought that Fred and George were coming down the stairs right behind her but knew she should have known better when they Apparated on either side of their mother, causing her to yell out in surprise.

"Just because you're allowed to use magic now does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything!" she shouted after them as they quickly made their way into the kitchen to escape facing her wrath. She turned back to Olivia with a strained smile. "Keep them in check, will you, dear?"

"I try, Molly," Olivia told her honestly. "I try."

Once dinner was well underway, Olivia couldn't help but notice her boyfriend as he was seemingly participating in a staring contest with Crookshanks.

"George, would you stop glaring at that poor cat?" Olivia pleaded with him. "He's just minding his own business and you're being rude."

George's jaw dropped as he turned to look at her. "There are so many things wrong with what you just said, I can't..." he trailed off.

"He's just a cat."

"He is not 'just a cat.' Do your cats act like this?"

"If when you say 'like this' you mean completely normal, then yes."

"So if I were to come round your place and use an Extendable Ear for whatever reason, I should expect for one of your 'completely normal' cats to steal it and then stare at me while I'm trying to eat my dinner?"

"Yes. Is that going to make you not want to come round to my place?"

"No. As long as you're there, I'm going to want to be there, whether you've got crooked cats or not."

"You were doing good until you insulted my cats."

"I didn't insult your cats, I'm sure they're lovely. I insulted that one." He pointed to Crookshanks.

"He is not crooked."

"The word 'crook' is literally in his name, love."

"Okay, so whoever named him clearly had something against him, so what?"

"So, they were onto something."

Olivia just looked at George, a smile slowly making its way onto her face. "You're an idiot, George Weasley."

"You're beautiful, Olivia Wood."

Someone made a retching sound from across the table, and the two looked over to see Oliver with the most disgusted expression upon his face. "I'm trying to eat my dinner here!" he exclaimed.