7. Unexpected

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The morning rolled around and Blair sighed as her eyelids were heavy but her mind still racing. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep as her head filled with visions of Fred and green lights, sometimes entwining the two together.

Blair glanced over at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed and was surprised to see that it was already half past nine. Usually the Weasley house would be awake and busy by this time, but with Mrs Weasley gone, the house lay still and everyone inside it remained asleep.

 For it being a morning in June, the bedroom was uncharacteristically dark. Blair looked over to the window to see the storm, angrier than ever, swelling outside. The grey clouds had turned black, and the rain looked like daggers as it shot from the sky. The wind rattling so fiercely through the trees that they looked as if they were going to be ripped out of the ground at any minute.

There was only a very subtle light coming from outside, giving some indication that it was day time, although it was still horribly dull outside. The room was as dark as it had been last night, everything blending into the shadows of the room and bowing out of sight. It felt ghostly, almost as if life itself had stopped and been shrouded in darkness, never to see the light again.

Hermione stirred, turning her head to look at Blair, who was now sitting with her back pressed against the wall and her knees up at her chest. "Morning," Hermione groaned as she stretched her arms above her head and her legs out under the covers, accidentally kicking Ginny. Ginny stirred a little but instead of sitting up like Hermione had, she rolled over and grumbled something into her pillow.

"It's horrible outside," Hermione said sleepily as she glanced out the window. She turned back to Blair and squinted through the dark, unable to make anything out. Blair reached under her pillow and pulled out her wand, whispering "lumos" and giving her wand a sharp flick to send the small ball of warm light out into the ceiling. The small ball of light lit the room gently as Hermione saw Blair's face out of the darkness.

Ginny let out an annoyed groan and turned back around to let at her friends, pulling the covers up to her chin as she furrowed her eyebrows together. "Why the light?" she whined. Hermione got back under the covers and lay down on her back, staring at the ceiling as the rain battered against the window outside. "It's too dark to see anything without the light," Hermione said, turning her head to look at Ginny who didn't seem impressed, however, she didn't say anything else on the matter.

Blair let out a loud yawn as her bewildered eyes fixated on the cupboard door opposite her bed. She had barely registered that Hermione and Ginny were giggling as they watched their friend stare at a wardrobe in a dazed state. "Bit tired Blairy?" Ginny said sweetly as Blair turned her head slowly to look at them, "all that kissing last night must've worn you out," Hermione teased and Blair's lips turned up into a sleepy smile.

"Shut up," she said, wriggling back under her covers and pulling them up to her chin. The three girls chatted quietly for a while, the wild storm outside being drowned out by their morning laughter. "Come in," Ginny's voice rang across the gently lit bedroom as a knock came at her door.

The door pushed open slowly and Ron's head popped round the corner, he looked cautious until he saw that all three girls were awake and lying in their beds, he smiled and pushed the door open further, strolling into the room and lying across the bottom of Ginny and Hermione's bed. Harry walked in after him, followed by Fred and George.

George slung himself over the small arm chair in the corner of Ginny's room as Harry stepped over Ron and clambered up to the top of the bed to sit in between Ginny and Hermione. "This bed is definitely not big enough for four people," Hermione muttered as she shifted a little to let Harry squeeze in the middle. Ginny barely moved, giving Harry a quick, lazy smile before shutting her eyes again and trying to get back to sleep.

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