Iridescence - G.W

1 - The Burrow

Smoke billowed from the Weasley home circling in the air the wisps faded into nothingness, the shouts of laughter and Molly Weasley's indignant cries escaped from the open windows dissolving into the country air reaching Felicity's ears before they disappeared completely. They filled the girl with warmth and happiness, aside from Hogwarts, The Burrow was her favourite place on earth. For the last three years, she'd always spent the summer with the Weasleys, first however having to endure two weeks with her Auntie and Uncle a pair of rather boring muggles. 

"Felicity," she heard Mrs Weasley exclaim, pulling her into a rather tight hug, "hello dear, why didn't you owl us when your train came in, we could have picked you up."

"Hello Mrs Weasley, it's alright I like the walk, it's the only time I get to see the country." She replied savouring the warm feeling and the scent of baking that filled her nostrils. There was nothing quite like a hug from Molly Weasley, she could have stayed in her arms all day not having a mother of her own, Mrs Weasley was probably the closest thing she had ever experienced to a mother figure.

"Flick," the youngest ginger said cheerfully as she bounded down the stairs and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Hey Gin." She replied with a smile hugging her back glad to be reunited with the girl, despite being 3 years older than the girl they'd always been quite close. She'd spent loads of nights last year trying to get her too stop obsessing with Harry and find a new boy for her which worked quite well being the ladies man she is. "You okay?" She asked tentatively, hyper-aware of the fact that the last time they spoke they'd had a bit of an argument.

"Of course, I am, you're here now. I've been desperate for another girl; you have no idea what it's like being stuck in a house with four boys." She sighed rolling her eyes as she said the latter bit of her sentence.

"Five?" Felicity asked, "Bill or Charlie?"

"Your favourite." A deep voice said from behind her, making her cheeks blush subconsciously, she turned around and looked the boy up and down taking in his flaming red hair that was tied into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. An arrogant smirk painted on his face, a fang dangling from his ear.

With a raise of her eyebrows, she moved her head to try and peer behind him, "Where's Charlie then?"

"Oh, shove off little one," Bill replied ruffling the girl's hair making her roll her eyes. The girl pushed him away and attempted to smooth her hair down. Bill had been her first crush; she'd never told a soul but had a feeling her two best friends the infamous Weasley twins had an idea. It had been years now since she'd thought of Bill like that, yet she always caught herself blushing and giggling when he gave a speck her attention. She cursed herself for it, but you can't control the colour of your cheeks, can you?

"Flicky," a high pitch scream came from the top of the staircases, his voice shook the core of the building which without the magic coursing through it was liable to fall over at any second.

"My Darling" another voice followed as the sound of footsteps bounding from upstairs echoed throughout the building.

A giggle escaped her lips as her best friends flew into her field of vision and she was engulfed in the arms of the Weasley twins, two sets of arms wrapped around her waist.
"My boys" she screamed as she pulled out of the hug a hand on her heart a mock expression of pride as she surveyed them, "oh how you've grown." They laughed and greeted her individually, Fred pulled her off the ground and spun her around both laughing glad to be together once again even if it had only been two weeks normally it was difficult to get them apart for a few hours. She moved onto George wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she felt her feet rise off the floor. All of a sudden, she felt a woosh of air and she fell forwards with a thud landing directly on top of George.