Darling; George Weasley

4. Feelings

They had been on the train for about 5 hours and were getting impatient. Estella had been looking out the window, occasionally chiming in on conversation or laughing at the many jokes.

Angelina had come back a couple minutes ago, but didn't have much to say, she had just sat down and listened to the ongoing conversation.

Estella looked across from her at Fred, who was facing the metal side of the compartment, a small knife in hand, he looked to be carving something.

"Whatchya writing Fred?" Estella asked.

Fred looked up from what he was doing. "Oh well I saw those initials carved on the side so I wanted to carve mine in, too."

"Ooh, cool!" Lee beamed. "Hand me the knife, I wanna write mine too."

"Yea, me three!" George leaned forward, watching Lee carve his initials next to Freds.

"I call after George," Estella chimed in.

"I guess I'll go after Stella then," Angelina said and waited for each of us to be done.

Lee finished and handed it too George, and George did the same for Estella, followed by Angelina carving her last initial.

"Done," Angelina said, smiling at our initials.

There in the side of the train car, messy in order, right underneath the window, sat each of our initials:

F.G.W. A.J. G.F.W.
L.J. E.I.S.

"'I'?" Lee questioned.

"Huh?" Estella scrunched her eyebrows.

"Your middle name, what is it?" Lee looked at her, waiting for an answer.

"Ohhh, it's Iris. I hate it, its like the thing in your eye."

"I like it," George smiled at Estella.

"Yea me too, I mean, it's better than mine," Fred told her.

"Yours can't possibly be worse, I mean "G"," she noted. "hmm is it like Gavin?"

"Nope, its Gideon," George smirked.

Fred pushed Georges shoulder. "Hey! You weren't supposed to tell."

"Honestly, Fred, Gideon's not that bad," Angelina reassured him.

"What about yours George?" Lee asked. "I mean 'F'? Finn? or something?"

"Its-" George slapped his hand over Freds mouth.

"Don't you dare," he mouthed.

"Ooh! Fred what is it?" Estella was invested in finding out his middle name.

"EWW!" George yelped and wiped his hand on his trousers.

"Its Fabian!" Fred said before George got the chance to cover his mouth again.

"Honestly, Fred, you really HAD to lick my hand?"

"Yea, hate to break it to you, but there was no other way," Fred shrugged and turned to his right. "Hey miss talker!" He pointed towards Angelina. "You gonna talk or?"