Chapter Seven: A Week Later
A week had gone by, and soon Becky had visited or listened to a story of almost half the places and legends of magic in England. She was very fascinated and wrote probably everything she heard down. She used TEN rolls of film when she took pictures. The Weasleys had also heard a lot about Magic in the US, which was quite different.
Now it was just a quiet afternoon a week later from Becky's arrival. Ron had said sorry to Hermione a couple of days ago (though he still didn't know what she was mad about), and Fred and George were forgiven for the refrigerator.
Ginny, Hermione, and Becky had a load of books Becky had brought with her and were looking through them. Ron was going on and on about hoe he didn't know what the fuss was about those books while playing chess with Harry. Bill and Charlie were out somewhere. They had left near dawn. Fred and George were working on something from their shop.
"Ron, just be quiet!" Hermione said angerly, looking at Becky's school books. "My school seems boring compared to your school." Becky said. "I'll be so bored when I get back home."
"You have an Order of Merlin class?" Hermione asked, picking up another one of her books.
"Yes! It's my favorite class you know." Becky aswered, looking at her books.
"It does seem fascinating." Ginny said, watching Merlin moving on the cover.
"At least your school has one better thing than ours!" George said. Becky smiled alittle.
At dinner Mr. Weasley told some stories of the things he did at work and told them how many people were worried about Lord Voldemort.
"Do you know about him in the US?" Arthur asked, just checking.
"Oh yes, but we don't talk about him that much." Becky said. She hadn't heard a lot about him, only that he killed Harry's parents. Her eyes slid over to Harry's side of the table.
After dinner they went to play some quidditch. It was the weekend, so they anted to play pretty late. They were out until 10:30, but then Mrs. Weasley wanted to get some shuteye and wanted the noise to go down. Becky lay awake in her bed for long hours. She couldn't seem to go to sleep. Something was nagging her, but she was too drowsy to tell. She was dying to go to sleep since she was so tired.
No one knew. well, maybe Fred did, that George was sitting awake in the hall sitting, leaning his back against the wall, outside Becky, Hermione, and Ginny's room door. He didn't even know why, but he sat there. Maybe he was waiting for Becky to come out.
Finally he just went down the stairs to the living room and sat on the steps. Who was he kidding. She was only going to stay here for a few more weeks. Why should he like someone that was going to go back to halfway across the world in a few weeks?
Becky heard someone downstairs and decided to go see who it was. It wouldn't matter anyway. She wasn't going to sleep tonight. She walked down quietly, thoughts of burglars swimming through her head. She skipped the squeaky stair that she learned was there over the past week and entered the kitchen. It was dead silent. When she got to the door she could hear breathing.
The door squeaked and whoever was in the jumped off the couch in a jolt.
"Sorry! Did I scare you?" she whispered, and she could see it was George. She suddenly felt very nervous and could feel herself blushing. It was too dark to see though.
"Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"I. I can't sleep." he said, staring at her but she couldn't really see his face yet. Her eyes needed to adjust.
"Me niether. as a matter of fact." Becky said, and she sat down on the sofa next to him.
There was defiantly tension in the room. They could both feel it. Becky couldn't tell if it was her though, but George knew it was him. He knew why he was nervous. He was in a room, alone with. HER. at night.
George shifted.
"So.I can't wait until next week, when I get to see your school." Becky said, hating the silence.
"Yeah. You'll like it there. but then that would mean it's closer to when you leave."
Becky was silent for a moment. She knew she'd only been here for a week, but she knew she'd miss it here. Maybe she could visit every summer. somehow. Becky suddenly had a flashback of when George had picked up her bag and their hands had touched. There had almost been a shock at that moment. Becky had never touched a boy's hand before then.
The witch suddenly got one of her waves of tiredness and tried to lean on a pillow, but was leaning on George instead. He didn't seem to mind. Of COURSE he didn't mind, if you've been paying attention! wink wink. Her eyes were closed, and she could feel George's hand go on top of hers, then his fingers lacing hers. It was actually comfortable, sleeping this way. She opened her eyes, and looked up at George. She could see his face now, and his red hair. She could even see his freckles.
Their heads were very close together. If Fred turned his head, their noses would be almost touching.
Which he did. Though it wasn't their noses that were touching. George kinda turned himself, then put his arm around the other side of her, and he could feel her arm clutching his shoulder.
George was the one to kiss her first, then she joined in after a second of hesitation. She wanted to do it, she had to do it, she shouldn't have done it. How could she be laying there, kissing a guy she'd be leaving in a few weeks? They could write, but what if she wasn't able to visit every summer?
She suddenly didn't care, and they were both lost on the couch. Lost in eachother's world. their two worlds that were now joined together. she wouldn't leave. she couldn't leave, she shouldn't leave.
A week had gone by, and soon Becky had visited or listened to a story of almost half the places and legends of magic in England. She was very fascinated and wrote probably everything she heard down. She used TEN rolls of film when she took pictures. The Weasleys had also heard a lot about Magic in the US, which was quite different.
Now it was just a quiet afternoon a week later from Becky's arrival. Ron had said sorry to Hermione a couple of days ago (though he still didn't know what she was mad about), and Fred and George were forgiven for the refrigerator.
Ginny, Hermione, and Becky had a load of books Becky had brought with her and were looking through them. Ron was going on and on about hoe he didn't know what the fuss was about those books while playing chess with Harry. Bill and Charlie were out somewhere. They had left near dawn. Fred and George were working on something from their shop.
"Ron, just be quiet!" Hermione said angerly, looking at Becky's school books. "My school seems boring compared to your school." Becky said. "I'll be so bored when I get back home."
"You have an Order of Merlin class?" Hermione asked, picking up another one of her books.
"Yes! It's my favorite class you know." Becky aswered, looking at her books.
"It does seem fascinating." Ginny said, watching Merlin moving on the cover.
"At least your school has one better thing than ours!" George said. Becky smiled alittle.
At dinner Mr. Weasley told some stories of the things he did at work and told them how many people were worried about Lord Voldemort.
"Do you know about him in the US?" Arthur asked, just checking.
"Oh yes, but we don't talk about him that much." Becky said. She hadn't heard a lot about him, only that he killed Harry's parents. Her eyes slid over to Harry's side of the table.
After dinner they went to play some quidditch. It was the weekend, so they anted to play pretty late. They were out until 10:30, but then Mrs. Weasley wanted to get some shuteye and wanted the noise to go down. Becky lay awake in her bed for long hours. She couldn't seem to go to sleep. Something was nagging her, but she was too drowsy to tell. She was dying to go to sleep since she was so tired.
No one knew. well, maybe Fred did, that George was sitting awake in the hall sitting, leaning his back against the wall, outside Becky, Hermione, and Ginny's room door. He didn't even know why, but he sat there. Maybe he was waiting for Becky to come out.
Finally he just went down the stairs to the living room and sat on the steps. Who was he kidding. She was only going to stay here for a few more weeks. Why should he like someone that was going to go back to halfway across the world in a few weeks?
Becky heard someone downstairs and decided to go see who it was. It wouldn't matter anyway. She wasn't going to sleep tonight. She walked down quietly, thoughts of burglars swimming through her head. She skipped the squeaky stair that she learned was there over the past week and entered the kitchen. It was dead silent. When she got to the door she could hear breathing.
The door squeaked and whoever was in the jumped off the couch in a jolt.
"Sorry! Did I scare you?" she whispered, and she could see it was George. She suddenly felt very nervous and could feel herself blushing. It was too dark to see though.
"Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"I. I can't sleep." he said, staring at her but she couldn't really see his face yet. Her eyes needed to adjust.
"Me niether. as a matter of fact." Becky said, and she sat down on the sofa next to him.
There was defiantly tension in the room. They could both feel it. Becky couldn't tell if it was her though, but George knew it was him. He knew why he was nervous. He was in a room, alone with. HER. at night.
George shifted.
"So.I can't wait until next week, when I get to see your school." Becky said, hating the silence.
"Yeah. You'll like it there. but then that would mean it's closer to when you leave."
Becky was silent for a moment. She knew she'd only been here for a week, but she knew she'd miss it here. Maybe she could visit every summer. somehow. Becky suddenly had a flashback of when George had picked up her bag and their hands had touched. There had almost been a shock at that moment. Becky had never touched a boy's hand before then.
The witch suddenly got one of her waves of tiredness and tried to lean on a pillow, but was leaning on George instead. He didn't seem to mind. Of COURSE he didn't mind, if you've been paying attention! wink wink. Her eyes were closed, and she could feel George's hand go on top of hers, then his fingers lacing hers. It was actually comfortable, sleeping this way. She opened her eyes, and looked up at George. She could see his face now, and his red hair. She could even see his freckles.
Their heads were very close together. If Fred turned his head, their noses would be almost touching.
Which he did. Though it wasn't their noses that were touching. George kinda turned himself, then put his arm around the other side of her, and he could feel her arm clutching his shoulder.
George was the one to kiss her first, then she joined in after a second of hesitation. She wanted to do it, she had to do it, she shouldn't have done it. How could she be laying there, kissing a guy she'd be leaving in a few weeks? They could write, but what if she wasn't able to visit every summer?
She suddenly didn't care, and they were both lost on the couch. Lost in eachother's world. their two worlds that were now joined together. she wouldn't leave. she couldn't leave, she shouldn't leave.