Voltaic Falling

41

"Beatrice, Oh, Merlin, how are you feeling?", a guilty-looking Fred asked as he stretched his arms, nonchalantly pushing the remains of a broken plate under the sink rug. 

"I'm glad to be home, Freddie. At least it didn't make me go blind, so pick your mess up, you git", grumbled Tris. 

The boy laughed and reached to hug her. She tightly latched to the taller boy's frame. She inhaled his usual scent of gunpowder and cinnamon. She had missed him a lot. 

"So, care to make me breakfast now that you disturbed some precious time?", she continued, muffled by his chest. 

"What do you mean- oh- oh...Oh, Godric! You haven't been here a complete day and already our Ickle-Bill is laying his claim. Disgusting. Truly revolting", he gagged and moved to the next room, leaving the pair laughing. 

She reached to peck Bill's lips gently, gathering her tea and admiring the sunrise on the beach. She inhaled the sea salt and sand that invaded her nostrils. She was at home. A pair of arms encased her waist, and Bill's face reached her shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss on her neck. She was at home. She was safe. 

"I missed you so much, Tris", Bill said, muffled into her hair. 

How she missed these mornings with her in his arms. There was nowhere she wanted to be but here, right now, with her husband. 

She smiled and moved back to the kitchen, both holding hands. In the kitchen, she spotted a burly Charlie Weasley, feeding the half-kneazle cat that was sprawled on the floor. She poked his shoulder and with an orbital speed, the man turned to her and enveloped her in his muscular arms. 

"Beatrice. Oh, Saints. We missed you damn much. Don't ever go somewhere we can't follow, please. And don't ever leave us alone with a moody Bill. The first days if we went near him, he would most bite our heads off, mental that one", he said. 

She laughed and reassured, "If I go somewhere, believe me, it's going to go kick Freddie's arse if he hasn't picked up the teacup he tried to push into the rug". 

"We're glad to have you back, Tris, really", he confessed. 

"I'm glad to be at home. I missed you lads the most". 

Soon, George appeared and also enveloped her in his arms. Ron awkwardly greeted the girl. She had glared at each moment of breakfast at him. She sneered and poised her best growl she could. 

"Ronald Weasley, you go back there. You left them. You left me there. Your friends need you. If you had been smart enough you should know that the locket was meant to give you that effect, you git. I heard everything. So, get your arse back to Dean's forest. Harry and Hermione need you. If you ever were a Gryffindor, you'll go back there and help them search. Enough rest for you". 

Tablewear clanked as Ron reared back in fear. He wouldn't even imagine having a scolding like this at his house. He tried to glare back, but the smothering glare that even sported lighting irises stared back at him with such force he recoiled back into his chair, sinking in shame. 

"Tris, I'm sorry, I-"

"I don't want your apologies or explanations. After you are well-rested and fed you go back there. Find them. Don't you ever think if they need you, or even if they are in danger? Merlin, Ron. You sit here eating and sleeping in an actual bed while your friends probably don't have food to last them a day, and sleep in cots, taking turns guarding. Go back to them", she seethed. 

Bill had to take her hand and gently rub it, not wanting his brother to take all of the wraths. Deep inside, he wanted his brother to be safe, but he needed to help Harry. It was always the three of them. Especially now, he was needed, and he wouldn't have just left them. Beatrice did have a reason to believe it.