I think this story is coming along nicely. And I enjoy writing about George as a supportive boyfriend. He's sweet.
"We need to go see your parents!" Alicia sobbed as soon as George walked through the door. She stood with Celia in her arms, her clothes baggy and comftorable, and her hair up in a messy pony tail.
"Why? What's wrong?" George asked, panic in his eyes and voice.
"Katie has horrible parents and you don't! I want to go see my parents, but they're in Tibet!" Alicia cried out.
"Okay, now take a deep breathe and tell me everything." George cooed, putting his arms around his sobbing girlfriend.
"I went to see Katie's parents, and her mum's all stiff, and she didn't even want Katie and she told that to Katie, and the house was so clean and neat, it was scary! And her dad had no real idea who his daughter is, and I don't think they've talked to her in years! It's horrible! I need your mum."
"You are very dramatic. I'll go call Mum using that new sellyourown telly phone Dad got all of us."
Alicia nodded and sat down on her wonderfully cushy couch as she pouted over her mother and father having too much time on their hands after retiring and feeling the need to go to Tibet when Alicia was in dire need of a mother's hug.
"Okay, love, get up, we're going over for dinner at Mum and Dad's, and Dad hinted that more than one brother and spouse/significant other would be there. You could girl talk and be all family oriented and forget all about Katie." George said, his intentions were good, they really were, and all of this would have gone smoothely if he had left off that last part.
After a great deal of work, Alicia stopped sobbing enough to say the Burrow clearly. George showed up, right after his red nosed, puffy eyed, nearly hysterical girlfriend.
"Alicia, dear, how are y--What's wrong?" Molly asked as she greeted the girl who she hoped would be daughter in law so at least one twin would not be living in sin.
"This house is so, so messy!" Alicia sobbed, and the first thing George saw when he showed up back home, was his girlfriend, crying on his miffed mother.
"George, what did you do to her?" Molly demanded as soon as her son showed himself.
"It wasn't me! She came home like this!" George claimed.
"Home from where? The doctor? Is she pregnant? Are you pregnant?" Molly demanded, asking that last question to Alicia.
"No! She's not pregnant! Is she?" George asked back, suddenly full of fear.
Alicia was too hysterical to answer at the time, so she just let George and his mother panic as the rest of the Weasley clan arrived.
By the time Alicia had calmed down a bit, as in her face was in her hands and her sobs were managable, it had been decided that she was not only pregnant, but expecting twin girls that would have the red hair, but otherwise look just like Alicia.
"I think she's calmed down to talk to..." Ron nervously commented, looking at Alicia with saucer like eyes as he spoke.
"Alicia, what's wrong?" Hermione gently asked, she had ended up being the one sitting closest to the sobbing mess."
"I'b a hobbibibbe powsin." Alicia sobbed into her hands.
"What?" countless voices wondered out loud, not sure what had been said.
"She said she's a horrible person." Hermione answered, which was returned with looks of confusion. "I have a very emotional cousin, I can understand sobs."
"Bet she's fun to hang out with." Fred commented.
"Oh, he's a real ball." Hermione answered, ignoring the looks the 'he' comment brought her.
"Alicia, sweetie, you're not hobbibibbe person," George cooed, trying to comfort her, but failing miserably as she cried harder. "What? What did I do?"
"Alicia, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, in a much more comforting fashion that George's attempt. "Did you fight with a relative or something? Don't you have a half sister?"
"I--I--need to go." Alicia stuttered, as she stood up and walked in a hurry towards the door.
"Go? I thought she was upset." Ron murmered, not sure how to react to what was going on.
"Alicia--" George called out.
"I'll see you at home, I have to go, bye!" Alicia yelled as she walked out of Burrow.
"That girl is definitely pregnant." Molly muttered, nodding to herself. George went pale.
Before anyone had a chance to look outside the door Alicia ran through, she had apparated home.
"Celia, where is that address book I stole from Katie?" Alicia asked the less than interested cat, as she searched through the small, and already cluttered flat.
"You could answer instead of just stare, y'know." Alicia scoffed at the cat. She didn't get as much as a 'mew' in response. After thirty minutes of searching, and jumping at every noise thinking it was George there to question her about her strange behavior, Alicia found the address book. Under Celia.
"Now, I'm going to go, so when George gets back, you give him some made up excuse about me going to the doctor or something, but don't make it something strange!" Alicia ordered the cat, who seemed relatively pleased with herself as Alicia ran out of another door.
Alicia looked at the names on the mail slot, one more time. It would have been too good to be true. The names listed for Katies sisters apartment, Cahill, Rick and Emily, Bell, K.
That would explain it. Katie moved in with her sister, Emily. Emily was much older than Katie, she had left Hogwarts before Katie had even started, and had gotten married so her name was different, and no one knew to look for Katie here. That was what happened. It made so much sense, it had to be what happened.
"I'm going to find Katie, everything's going to be normal, and life will be simple." Alicia smugly told herself as she rode a rickety old elevator up to the third floor, where she knew she would find Katie.
Her confidence level was through the roof as she knocked on the door to the flat that surely held all the answers she needed.
"Can I help you?" a politer versoin of Mrs. Bell answered. She had the same auburn hair and blue eyes, but the hair was messier, more human, and the eyes had some sparkle behind them.
"Yes, you're Emily right? I'm Alicia Spinnett, I played quidditch with Katie at Hogwarts." Alicia stated, not waiting for as much of a nod to the Emily question.
"Oh, " Emily breathed out, her brow furrowed with confusion.
"Is Katie here?" Alicia asked, peeking around Emily's shoulder into the apartment.
"No..."
"When will she be here?"
"I don't know..."
"Isn't she the Bell, K. on the mail slot?"
Emily paused, taking a deep breath, before answering. "You'd better come in, we have a lot to talk about."