dream of me // Fred Weasley

4. Locked

"Oh my goodness," Mrs Weasley gasped as she rounded the corner from the kitchen into the living room. Not expecting to see seven people standing in her living room in silence. She clutched her chest as she steadied her breathing, her eyes scanning the group of people in front of her. Her eyes suddenly narrowed and all seven of them stood completely still, paralysed with fear and Mrs Weasley took an intimidating step forward.

"You were at the beach, weren't you?" she said slowly, her voice and her eyes dark as she watched her children and their friends squirm under her gaze. It only took seconds for Ron to break as he rushed out, "yes George and Blair forced me to and then Blair wanted to go in the ocean!" Both Blair and George turned their heads slowly to look at Ron, their eyes now narrowing at him but he kept his vision focused on his mother whose expression had now turned to a smug smile.

"How did you know?" Fred asked, Blair and George still staring at the side of Ron's head as he gulped loudly. "Oh I didn't," Mrs Weasley smiled, "I had a feeling you would do exactly what I said not to do but I didn't actually know until Ronald told me just now," she had an accomplished smile as she turned around and walked back into the kitchen.

"Oh well done Ron," Fred said, his voice laced with sarcasm, as he smacked Ron on the back of his head, following his mother into the kitchen. Ron rubbed the back of his head as he followed Hermione and Ginny through, George and Blair walked behind Ron, their eyes still never leaving him. Ron looked over his shoulder a few times, a fearful look on his face as each time he was met with Blair and George's eyes only trained on him.

Once in the kitchen, Ron made a point of walking away from Blair and George and tucking himself in a corner next to Ginny, where there wasn't space from them to follow. The kitchen was a mess, there were vials and bottles of all sorts of liquids and herbs on every counter. There were things bubbling in pots and pans on the cooker and a floral smell hung heavy in the air.

"What the hell?" George muttered as all seven of them surveyed the kitchen that had never looked so out of control, even on the day they went back to school. Mrs Weasley went back to what she was doing immediately, she pulled her glasses back on her nose and looked down and she wrote out a list. "What's going on mum?" Ginny asked as she picked up one of the bottles and smelt it before grimacing and quickly putting it down, coughing slightly as she did.

"Oh don't touch anything, dear!" Mrs Weasley quickly said after Ginny had already put it down, Ginny looked very scared for a moment until her mother brushed it off with a quick, "never mind." Mrs Weasley took the glasses from her nose and lay them on her list as she looked up at her children and their friends, "your father and I are leaving a little earlier for Romania, we're heading out tonight instead of tomorrow because they've been saying all day that the storm coming is one of the worst ones they've ever seen, muggle and wizard, and you shouldn't apparate in storms, and your father thinks that tomorrow all of the Floo networks will be shut down because of the storm."

Mrs Weasley looked very serious but Blair couldn't stop thinking about how funny it was that a storm was the only thing that could really stop both muggle and wizarding worlds. "We really do need," she continued but was stopped when a flash of green light came in from the living room and everyone glanced back to see Mr Weasley step out of the fire place, covered in soot but a huge smile on his face.

"Hello," he said breathlessly as he smiled at all of the faces looking back at him, Mrs Weasley had gotten up and scurried through the crowd to give him a quick kiss. "If you go and get cleaned up, I've packed all of the bags, I need to finish a few things down here and then we can head off," she said to her husband and Mr Weasley was positively beaming. "Why are you so happy dad?" Ginny laughed as her fathers soot spotted face radiate the most overwhelming warmth from his smile.