Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

46.

August was kinder than July. Sure, she has been home for like a week ever since her internship was revoked. At least, she had more time to read. And read and...read. Oh Merlin! She really did not have anything to do.

Thanks to her father, she would not be that bored anymore. They were going to visit the Order of The Phoenix headquarters the day after. Her father had informed her the Weasleys would be there in confidence. He did not notice her fist tightening with irritation.

She did not want to confront the twins. Even when she badly wanted to. She would rather choose diplomacy. Act as if she was not aware of the tension. It would be difficult. Her chest was filled with such fury and resentment.

Sighing, she stared at the latest letter. Fred had not told her much but about tricking their brother into trying a Puking Pastille. It made her laugh. It faded as she spotted the signature in the bottom of the page.

George Weasley.

Why was he even taking credit for being a decent friend? It may be he did not know Fred was writing letters to her. The resentment grew, pushing her to decide she was not going to be silent. She will say something.

She could thank Fred in person. Hopefully, she could get a word out of George. Unlikely as this was, it soothed her irritation. She had been writing a reply back when her father had returned from work.

His booming voice disturbed the stillness she had been acquainted with. It felt nice to have a person in the house. She had spent nine hours by herself under an empty roof. Starved of human interaction, she bolted out of her room into her father's arms.

"You really missed me?" Zane laughed, hugging her back.

"Yeah, this house doesn't feel the same..." she replied.

Her father nodded in agreement. They had been feeling the numbness for a while now. The unused room made their heart sick. Howbeit, they accepted it. Zane swung his jacket on the coat stand.

Amara followed him into the kitchen. She was clingy and was well aware of this. But she craved it as any human would. Last week, Uncle Kingsley had come for dinner. She had talked his ear off about how boring it was in the Artifacts Department.

Thankfully, Kingsley had been empathetic. He had been an intern there too, prior being an auror. He called it as the 'most dullest hours' of his life. Never had Amara heard a more suitable description.

The problem was that it made Amara rethink her choice to work there. It did not seem to be up her alley. Ms. Pauline's ever-present look of distaste told her it would not get better in the coming years. She wanted to steer her car somewhere else.

Except, where could she possibly go?

A voice in her head comforted her, saying she would find it along the way.

For now, she was going to have to focus on bettering her metamorphmagus powers. Her father took a swig of beer. His brow scrunched. Something must have happened at work. "Are you okay?" she questioned him, pulling out a chair next to him.

The screech of the legs made him wince. He shook his head. "Just work, baby."

She wanted to know more. Her curiousity vanished at seeing him disheartened. He needed to clear his head. Amara took the challenge of distracting him. She shut her lids.

Her skin itched. Cheeks panged. Sweat broke out at her hairline.

Her lids went up when she heard her father laughing.

For the past couple of days, she had been working hard on her skill. Glad and proud, she peered at her cat nose and whiskers. She twitched her nose, feigning obliviousness. "Is there something on my face?"