A/N Hey guys! Sorry it's taken so long for me to update :( But here's another installment of In This Diary... leave me some feedback... better, worse, longer? let me know!
Chapter 11: A Place to Call My Own
I thank my lucky stars that I have brothers like Fred and George, who were obviously a little more than devious in their own days. Or still. Much to both of my parent's dismay I took after the pranksters in the family, so where else would I go when I needed to run out. They ran out on school after all.
"Gin," Fred had said. "What in God's name are you doing here?"
"Have you lost your bloody mind?" George asked. They were both very surprised to see me, but after a little sucking up and pulling the little sister card I was in.
They treat me like a real pregnant woman should be treated. Since I've been here it's been all tea and putting my feet up. Of course I do feel the need to help out, I'm no freeloader. So I've been working the counter for a few weeks now. Except of course when Mum and Dad came.
I had been in the back room cleaning up a faulty batch of Galloping Gumdrops that bounced once and exploded everywhere when they came into the shop. It was the day after they had taken everyone back to the train.
"Have you seen your sister boys?" Dad asked. "Hermione owled us this morning to say she had received a message from Ginny saying she was all right but she had to leave home." Fred and George just sat there looking innocent. "We checked the Leaky Cauldron and they said she was there last night but don't know where she went this morning.
Mum was just looking around and out in the street, up and down Diagon Alley as if I would just appear from thin air. She should know I'm way too young to apparate yet. "Boys please," I heard her say. "If you see her, please tell her to come home."
For the first time since my news she looked genuinely concerned. My stupid hormones began to rage so that I almost went flying out into her arms. But I figured I'd be in even more trouble now for running away. So I held my ground behind a box, waiting for them to leave.
It took George and Fred two days after that to give up on trying to get me to go home. "They're really worried about you," they would both say. At dinner, walking past me in the store, before they'd deliver a cup of tea.
"You don't know how they treated me!" I would yell, depending on my frustration level. Then they would shut up for a while. But they eventually got over it and now here the three of us are, happily enjoying all of the stages of pregnancy together like siblings should.
