the painter // george weasley //

10

Nighthawks, Edward Hopper, 1942

So, they actually hung out and no one left abruptly this time. He didn't walk her home yet, but he did walk her to the fireplace where she flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. George would hate to admit it but, he was feeling better. Well, he felt better when she was around, because when he wasn't around her he was back to that awful feeling. He was alone again.

This weeks meeting was the last meeting for them. She had all her sketches ready for approval, and her moodboards. She was ready, but George wasn't. He didn't realize it was the last meeting..

"So here are the sketches." She pulled a few parchments out of her bag and put them on the coffee table in front of the families. She was excited to show them, well until they all went silent when they looked at them. It was like the first meeting, she was sitting on this armchair across from a couch that they all were huddled on, staring at the sketches. "You know what.." She went to grab them, "I can redraw them, these aren't my best." But before she could take them back, Sirius grabbed Maeve's sketch and Ginny grabbed Fred's.

"It looks just like her.." Sirius mumbled as he held the sketch in front of him, Emmeline and Harry. Emmeline carrassed the parchment. Ginny did the same with the rest of the red heads. They all just sat there, staring at them.

It was silent, you could hear a pin drop in the room. And then, a few sniffles.

Ginny looked up from the sketch, and others followed. Just staring at Olive.

"You hate them.." She sighed, "I can redo them.."

"NO!" Harry exclaimed, which made everyone jump. Including Olive. "It's perfect.."

"I have others!" She smiled, pulling more out of her bag and handing everyone different sketches. "I also have some swatches of fabrics I would like you all to pull from.. So I can have references when I'm painting their clothes.." She pulled out a few swatches of fabrics; cottons, wools, furs..

Molly got up, without a word and left the room. Olives smile fell as she watched the old witch leave, but not a second later she came back holding a small swatch of green fabric.

"I knitted you a swatch.." She smiled, kneeling next olive. "He has this sweater, it's green. He wore it all the time." She smiled down at the knitted square. "I thought this would help you."

Olive gently took the piece out of her hand, "This is perfect Molly."
Emmeline and Sirius were stuck between two pieces of fabric. It was the wool swatch and the silk swatch.

"I think this one.." Emmeline choked, looking down at the piece of silk. "She had this dress that was this material.. But it was a cream color.."

Olive took her wand out and turned the fabric to the cream color. Emmeline smiled, and handed it to her. "Yes.. This is the fabric."

"Perfect!" Olive said, "Well.." She looked at the family, and then George. "I think that's it, then!"

George face dropped, as Olive started to pack up all her stuff.

"These sketches are for you, I have copies back at my studio.. But I think this was a perfect last meeting!"

"Thank you so much!" Molly exclaimed, pulling Olive into a hug as everyone was getting up to hug her as well. "For everything!"

"Wait? Last meeting?" George asked.

"Well, not exactly.." Olive reminded them, "Just the last full meeting. Of course you guys will see the process. Like I told you all at the first meeting, I won't carry on to the next step without your approval. But I have to start meeting with the other families now."