YOU MAKE MY HEART SHAKE, BEND, AND BREAK BUT I CAN'T TURN AWAY!
aurora "rory" archer was a powerhouse. well, sort of. she was a fierce friend with a heart of gold and a love of music. she was also awkward, bad at potions, and... fatherless. her frie...
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RETURNING TO WORK AFTER the holidays was a humbling experience. Rory knew Christmas always had to end and there was a real world beyond Molly Weasley's cooking... she just wish that real world didn't consist of ungrateful customers and reading about more attacks and deaths every day. Selling cupcakes in the midst of a war as Diagon Alley slowly turned into a ghost town didn't seem right to Rory. However, she did it because she needed to. It was the sad truth.
It seemed the flat, her dad's house, and the Burrow were the only places she felt safe anymore. Pubs and other shops had a lingering feeling of uncertainty, like an attack could happen at any moment. January was a particularly cold and lonely month. The snow no longer seemed magical as it did in December, but dangerous instead. Winter storms did not promise a white Christmas in January.
What it did promise, was being snowed in, having to close the shop and the café on a frigid Wednesday. Rory, Fred, Marina, and George were stuck in the flat. The Floo Network was even backed up with people attempting to make it home before it was too late, plus they were using their fireplace for its intended purpose, to keep them warm. That meant Marina would need to stay the night, which neither Marina nor George were complaining about.
Rory actually also loved when Marina stayed the night. The girl had some hidden skills when it came to cooking and it was always a fun time at breakfast the morning after chatting with her.
"What're you making for us tonight, Mar?" George asked. They were sitting in the living room, his arm around Marina on the couch while Rory sat on the floor in front of Fred who was on an arm chair across from his brother.
"Well... did you get tortillas at the store like I told you too, Georgie?" Marina asked.
George nodded proudly.
"George you did not! I had to haul ass to the Muggle market and get some because you didn't know what they looked like!" Rory rolled her eyes.
"Doesn't matter! All that matters is we have them!" George said quickly.
Suddenly, Rory felt Fred's hands in her hair, "Oh?" she said, "What're you doing?"
"Shh..." he said, "Keep still." Rory ignored him, assuming he was just playing with her locks as he always did.
Marina got up and went into the kitchen, opening the cabinets and refrigerator to see what she had to work with.
"George, I'm scared. Your girlfriend is going to poison us," Fred said, his hand still tangled in Rory's hair.
Marina shook her head, "It isn't my fault you two have the most mild pallets I've ever seen. You need to venture off, mature those taste buds and get some spice immunity! Now, how do enchiladas sound?"
