Chapter three- Caulsmeade
Ginny Weasley woke up early as the sun streamed into her room through a gap in her curtains. She smiled sleepily and rolled over wrapping the covers around her and snuggling down into the warm cocoon. Ten minutes later, she decided she really should get out of bed and throwing her covers off, swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She paused for a moment to let her skin adjust to the cold and then quickly walked over to her wardrobe. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a dark blue jumper, got dressed, and ran downstairs running a brush through her hair as she went. As she pushed open the kitchen door she saw her mother at the oven, cooking breakfast and her older brother George at the kitchen table.
He looked up and smiled a greeting before going back to his breakfast. Ginny smiled back, even though he didn't see it and took a seat at the table. He had been so different these past three months. Seemingly so sensitive, but on the inside so resilient to loss. Then again, everything had changed so much. Before she could start to think about those first awful two months her mother came over. 'Morning Ginny dear.' she said, kissing her daughter on the cheek. 'You're up early aren't you?' she placed a plate full of bacon, eggs, toast and scrambled egg in front of her 'Yeah s'pose.' Ginny nodded her agreement, helping herself to some food. 'I just couldn't get back to sleep' and started eating hungrily.
There was silence in the kitchen, broken only by the clinking of forks on plates and the sizzling of bacon. Ron entered the room sleepily but brightened at the thought of food 'Mmm I smell bacon' he sat down next to Ginny and looked expectantly at his mother. Smiling indulgently she placed a plate in front of him. 'Oh mum, Harry and Hermione should be here at half 10.' He started to make his way through the food on his plate.
George who had already finished his breakfast stared at him 'How on earth can you eat that quickly.' he said quietly. Ron slowed down 'Sorry' he said apologetically through a mouthful of food. Ginny suppressed her laughter and turned quickly as Percy entered the room with Charlie right behind him. They seemed wide awake and were arguing about a recent development in the Ministry of Magic. 'As soon as the dementors left, it was obvious something was needed to guard Azkaban. You couldn't....' Charlie was interrupted 'Yes, obviously but why dragons.' Percy retorted 'They're obviously dangerous.' Charlie laughed. 'No need to tell me Perce.'
Soon after they had all finished breakfast, Mr Weasley included, they all sat around the kitchen table. 'So, we apparate to... This point on the edge of the town.' Mr Weasley unfolded a map and pointed out the spot. The family, along with Harry and Hermione were going out for the day to a recently set up magical town near the centre of London. There was a loud crack and Bill apparated into the kitchen. He waved a greeting and went to stand behind his mother, looking over her shoulder at the map. 'Shouldn't we wait for Harry and...' Ron began, when there were two more loud cracks and Harry, along with Hermione appeared behind him. 'Forget what I said.' Ron grinned. 'Right so....' Mr Weasley outlined the plans for the day.
Everyone went to fetch their money from their rooms, or to change into different clothes. George took the stairs two at a time and entered his room. Grabbing his money bag he turned to leave when he caught sight of a picture of himself and Fred. A painful wave of longing washed over him and felt a familiar lump in his throat 'Wish you were here Fred.' he whispered and left the room. As he entered the kitchen he saw everyone standing there. Mr Weasley smiled around at everyone 'Let's go then' and there was a succession of noise as they all left, leaving the kitchen empty.
Ginny Weasley woke up early as the sun streamed into her room through a gap in her curtains. She smiled sleepily and rolled over wrapping the covers around her and snuggling down into the warm cocoon. Ten minutes later, she decided she really should get out of bed and throwing her covers off, swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She paused for a moment to let her skin adjust to the cold and then quickly walked over to her wardrobe. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a dark blue jumper, got dressed, and ran downstairs running a brush through her hair as she went. As she pushed open the kitchen door she saw her mother at the oven, cooking breakfast and her older brother George at the kitchen table.
He looked up and smiled a greeting before going back to his breakfast. Ginny smiled back, even though he didn't see it and took a seat at the table. He had been so different these past three months. Seemingly so sensitive, but on the inside so resilient to loss. Then again, everything had changed so much. Before she could start to think about those first awful two months her mother came over. 'Morning Ginny dear.' she said, kissing her daughter on the cheek. 'You're up early aren't you?' she placed a plate full of bacon, eggs, toast and scrambled egg in front of her 'Yeah s'pose.' Ginny nodded her agreement, helping herself to some food. 'I just couldn't get back to sleep' and started eating hungrily.
There was silence in the kitchen, broken only by the clinking of forks on plates and the sizzling of bacon. Ron entered the room sleepily but brightened at the thought of food 'Mmm I smell bacon' he sat down next to Ginny and looked expectantly at his mother. Smiling indulgently she placed a plate in front of him. 'Oh mum, Harry and Hermione should be here at half 10.' He started to make his way through the food on his plate.
George who had already finished his breakfast stared at him 'How on earth can you eat that quickly.' he said quietly. Ron slowed down 'Sorry' he said apologetically through a mouthful of food. Ginny suppressed her laughter and turned quickly as Percy entered the room with Charlie right behind him. They seemed wide awake and were arguing about a recent development in the Ministry of Magic. 'As soon as the dementors left, it was obvious something was needed to guard Azkaban. You couldn't....' Charlie was interrupted 'Yes, obviously but why dragons.' Percy retorted 'They're obviously dangerous.' Charlie laughed. 'No need to tell me Perce.'
Soon after they had all finished breakfast, Mr Weasley included, they all sat around the kitchen table. 'So, we apparate to... This point on the edge of the town.' Mr Weasley unfolded a map and pointed out the spot. The family, along with Harry and Hermione were going out for the day to a recently set up magical town near the centre of London. There was a loud crack and Bill apparated into the kitchen. He waved a greeting and went to stand behind his mother, looking over her shoulder at the map. 'Shouldn't we wait for Harry and...' Ron began, when there were two more loud cracks and Harry, along with Hermione appeared behind him. 'Forget what I said.' Ron grinned. 'Right so....' Mr Weasley outlined the plans for the day.
Everyone went to fetch their money from their rooms, or to change into different clothes. George took the stairs two at a time and entered his room. Grabbing his money bag he turned to leave when he caught sight of a picture of himself and Fred. A painful wave of longing washed over him and felt a familiar lump in his throat 'Wish you were here Fred.' he whispered and left the room. As he entered the kitchen he saw everyone standing there. Mr Weasley smiled around at everyone 'Let's go then' and there was a succession of noise as they all left, leaving the kitchen empty.