Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I own the Harry Potter books and characters in my fantasies.
Finally showering and putting on a pair of jeans and a green shirt, I brushed my hair and gazed at my reflection in the old and tarnished mirror. My eyes, a peircing blue, always looked cold and uninviting. And my dark medium length hair always contrasted against my pale skin. People always said, "You don't look Irish, but I can tell you're Russian." and I would always have to correct them becaues Belorusian is different from Russian.
Weirdo.
"Hey Laurie." a familiar voice said from the doorway. I turned around and saw that it was George, looking really different wearing just muggle clothes. Well, not really. He still had his messy red hair. But other than that, I was used to seeing him with...umm...robes?
"Hey George." I said unenthusiastically. "How's it going?"
"Okay I guess." he said, coming into the room. "But how are you?"
I took a breath, "Fine. Just dealing with it."
"I know it's really cliche, but I'm sorry for what happened to your aunt and parents. I wouldn't be able to deal with it like you can." Wow. That's a lot he said in one breath.
"Thanks." And then there's me, horrible at complements and sincerity.
George and I cantered down the stairs to the living room to see who came visiting. He told be about Black's mother and her portrait that hated houseguests. The only person she liked was the house elf Kreacher, who would appear and then dissapear for weeks at a time. Lets just say he didn't keep the house clean like expected.
A spiky haired woman seemed to have knocked over the silver vase that was close by the doorway.
"Damn! I'm so sorry!" she yelled over the shreiking portrait as Mrs. Weasley rushed to pull close the curtains. It was finally silent, but the curtains were still ruffling madly.
"It's fine dear, it's fine." Said Mrs. Weasley as she helped her up off the floor. The woman looked up to see George and I.
"Oh, looks like you have a new guest. Who is she?"
"That's Laurie. Laurie Enders. You knew her aunt Deborah. She's staying with us for awhile."
"Oh, well nice to meet you." she said, coming to shake my hand. "I'm Nymphadora, but just call me Tonks please. I'm usually the one that knocks over everything in this house, considering how clumsy I am. I can't believe they let me be an auror with the fact-"
"Nymphadora, why don't you come with me?" Asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Sure sure. Nice to meet you."
We decended the final flights of stairs to the hallway and walked into a drawing room dominated by a large tapestry. Inside was a cluster of old and worn but clean furniture and a fading rug covering the entire floor.
"Wow, nice room." I said, walking inside and looking up at the high ceiling. "It's huge."
"You must live in a pretty small place." said George.
"Got that right." I said while giving him a smirk. I walked over to one of the couches and flopped down to be greeted with a cloud of dust fuming from the cusions. George then came over also and sat next to me, creating an identical cloud.
"Mum told me what happened. I'm really sorry about your aunt and parents."
"Oh, yeah." I said, looking down. Thanks George, bring it up and make me upset all over again. Good job. "Well, you never know. I'm keeping hope that they'll show up somewhere."
"Come on, we have to get out of this house." said George, pulling on my arm. We had been there for awhile. Okay, more than a long while. It had been over a week since he came and all we did was eat, play chess, and talk to all the people that came in and out of the house. Yeah, it was mostly my fault, not wanting to leave the house and moping around the whole time.
"Where would we go?" I asked him.
"Um, I don't know." he said sarcastically. "Let's start with outside."
"Okay okay." I got up off the couch that I had been vegging out on for the last hour and grabbed my coat off the rack. Checking that there was money in my pocket, I put my hair into a low ponytail.
"Where to?" I asked.
"Leaky Cauldron."
It only took a moment for us to both Apparate to the old bar my aunt would take me to on occasion so we could get out into the muggle world, where I bought a bunch of my clothes at the department stores there.
"Wanna get something while we're here?" he asked me. "Firewhisky, beer, hard liquor?" I could see a grin forming on his face.
"You loser." I said, punching him in the shoulder. "You know I don't drink anything cheap and local. It's just not good enough for me."
"No, seriously." he said. "Do you want anything?"
"No, I'm fine." I smiled at the gesture. I liked it when he smiled, it made him such a cute looking guy. Finally leaving the smoky barroom, we made it to the brick wall where George tapped a few rocks and opened the portal.
"Are we heading anywhere specific?" I asked as we weaved are way through the crowds of people milling about and wandering in and out of shops.
"Hmm, I could go for ice-cream." he said. "Want to go to the parlor place?"
"Surely."
"Don't call me Shirley." he said, making me laugh.
I think it was the best ice cream I ever had, seeing that we couldn't keep a straight face the entire time. George kept throwing me joke after joke, making me laugh and look like a complete fool.
"George, if you don't stop, I'll have to hurt you." I said.
"You can't hurt me, I'm too fly."
Taking my ice cream cone, I licked it seductively.
"Mmmm."
"That's not doing anything Lucy, it's just turning me on."
"Exactly." I said, stopping. "It just proves I'm just that much hotter than you." Finishing off my cone, I got up and threw my napkin in the nearby trashcan.
"You have to be joking." he said.
"Nope, I'm not. Sorry."
Throwing the rest of his away, we began walking down the street again.
"Okay, you are." he said.
"Am what?" I asked. I already knew what he was saying.
"You're a hottie, compared to my great grandmum atleast."
"Oh, thanks." I said, laughing. Is that all he could do, make people laugh?
Basically.
Wow, after over a month I finally update. I hope you like it in some way or form. Review!