Autumn II

She missed him. He'd been gone for two months, and a chill was creeping into the air. Brown leaves fell from the trees and Molly started knitting thick woolly jumpers.

Charlie would be coming back home for Christmas, of course, but that seemed like a long way away. For now, she had to content herself with writing letters every day or two. Her heart would jump every time she saw them signed with 'love Charlie', but then sink suddenly. Was this something he wrote on all of his letters? All the ones to his family at least. Did he consider her as a sister?

Her mind went round in circles, acting like a teenager again. She daydreamed more often, and her calendar counted down the days until Charlie returned to the Burrow.