A gust of wind nearly threw her off of her broom. Sure, she shouldn't be riding in a storm, but what else was she to do? Her parents were just found murdered, she was not staying home. Tears gushed down her face, but she didn't wipe them. Hell, if she did, she'd probably be knocked off her boom herself and kill the last of the Fordolf family- herself.
She battled through branches of swinging trees and dodged flying objects, but as she spun through one final, large tree something flew from the side, possibly a large, demented bird and smashed into her. Her broom was thrown away from her and her body was free falling onto the mucky grass. She was without a wand so she improvised, she shut her eyes and hoped for the least pain possible. SMACK.
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Leena's eyes fluttered open, the smell of fresh pasteries taking over her nostrils. She groaned at the pain in her legs, they were probably broken, but she was too limp to even attempt lifting one. She felt a dampness on her forehead and as she reached up, she felt a cold, most cloth on her forehead. Where the hell was she? Had someone kidnapped her? Her eyes saw someone enter the room but walk straight passed, 'Well, they could be cute kindappers', she thought, "Hi?" she croaked out.
The red head turned in shock. He then realized that the girl they found unconscience in their backyard was awake, "Oh hey, mum- they girl's awake!" he hollered. Right, the girl, she shall remain nameless? "I'm Fred, Fred Weasley," he smiled and she nodded but couldn't smile, her face hurt too much, "It's alright, don't talk, if I fell forty stories out of the air with no wand, I wouldn't want to speak neither, ah- there she is!" he stood up and Leena glanced over at a red-head women carrying a tray.
"Darling, no need to worry- oh no, you're in great hands," she smiled as she placed the tray infront of Leena. Her apron was nearly falling off of her body and her hair was in a rats nest, but she still looked as sweet as a women could. She then pointed to the bowl, "Soup, yes? It's delicious, my secret reciepe, there's some nice juice, it should make you feel better, yes?" Leena smiled, it wasn't hurting anymore.
"Where am I?" She asked, her green eyes scanning Fred as he left the room, "Not a hospital I assume?" Mrs. Weasley shook her head and sat on the chair across from Leena's couch.
She took her apron off and folded it in her lap, "You're at the burrow my dear," she smiled, clapping her hands together. Her blue eyes were dancing with kindness as her laugh lines rose, "You took a nasty fall in the back there, Ron and Harry found you, we brought you in right away, mended those bones of yours and fixed you right up!" Leena glanced down at her legs, they were in one peice, "Yes they'll ache for a while dear, but that's normal," she stood once again and pointed to the food, "Eat, it'll do you good."
Leena nodded and brushed her long raven hair away from her eyes, "I'm Leena, by the way, Leena Fordolf," Mrs Weasley stopped dead in her tracks. She turned and frowned, placing her hands on her face. Great, she must've read the daily prophet, "It's okay Mrs. Weasley, truely."
"I am so sorry dear," The red head she her head and sighed, "Anything you need, we'll be happy to assist you with, but I have a dozen suppers to prepare so i'm going to head into the kitchen," Leena nodded and watched her disapear through the doorway. She sipped the soup and Mrs. Weasley was surely right- delicious.