Ch. 3 the train ride part 1
George looked out the window for a few ten minutes, his head leaning against the glass windows, the cold from outside numbing his fingers since they too were pressed against the glass. His red hair was extremely long this year, it was also slightly wavy. He looked different from his brother this year.
Fred was more clean cut, short red hair, spiky, turtle necks and Abercrombie and Fitch jeans, moccasins and a one hundred galleon ring with the Weasley crest in it. He on the other hand was a little more hippie. He has hair past his ears, but it didn't reach his shoulders, some of it was dark red and other parts light red, it was natural, but it looked dyed. He wore more ragged clothes, an A.F.I. T-shirt and ripped jeans with his black converse shoes with writing on it with white out, some bracelets on his hands and a skull ring. He wasn't trying to be punk, but he was perceived that way. He had an earring spacer, and the top of his chin was pierced along with his eye brow and the corner of his nose.
He was surprised his father let him do it, but he didn't give a shit about his father anymore. He had a long nose with a bit of a roman curve, his eyes were dark green and when you looked close you could see stars of yellow. He had little sleep so there were slight bags under his eyes. His lips were full and frowning with a slight downwards slant, a little chapped, but it was only because of the weather.
He had long fingers, long and slightly bony fingers, but they were soft, soft and delicate, like his interior. The finger nails cut off as far as possible. His arms were small and skinny, a slight tinge of red hair sprouted from them. His whole body would be considered lanky, but that was only because of the shirts we wore. They were big and some what baggy. Underneath was a small stomach, not toned and buff, but soft and smooth with a bit of pudginess, but he liked it, and so did his mother, she would grab at it and say 'Look at the baby fat, it's rolling right off.' and she would laugh.
His slightly wavy red hair was in his eyes and he brushed it away. He looked at the person opposite of him, they were looking down, afraid to speak to him, he guessed because of what he looked like, but it was a different reason. He studied their body. It was a woman's body. Beautiful and curvy.
She had long curly brown hair, is reached her back. She had it down but the top was wrapped in somewhat of a bandana. She was a little on the bigger side, but she wasn't fat, although people would see her that way. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt that was light blue with green images imprinted on the shirt with a lacey ribbon below the breasts, it was tied off. Light blue. She was wearing a somewhat long denim skirt, it reached to her knees, with another blue ribbon and fake pearls laced in the belt loops. Her legs where white, or fair, she was wearing green flip flops with a flower on top making it somewhat decorative.
She was wearing a ring, it was simple but she adored it. It had a gold band, with a large sapphire in the middle, two small diamonds on either side. Then her necklace, she had matching necklace and earrings. The necklace was a crystal flower pattern around the neck. And the earrings looked like the flowers. They drooped from her ears. Then there was a second hole with just simple diamonds in them. She stared at him and their eyes met for a split second. Then she caste hers back down on the ring on her hand in her lap.
"Where did you get the ring?" George asked, trying to make her look less unhappy.
"huh? Oh." she said asked as if in a different world. "My boyfriend gave it to me for Christmas. I never take it off." George looked at her. She didn't look like the type to have a boyfriend. But what did he know, he wasn't one to stereotype. The conversation stopped for a few moments, he didn't want to talk, but she looked so sad.
"Who's your boyfriend, does he go here?" He asked looking at her again.
"Oh, no, he's a muggle. Such a sweet one, there hasn't been one like him." She smiled slightly. It made him a tad more at ease, She looked out the window, her necklace sparkled in the light of the compartment. She looked out at the dark clouds, it seemed odd that the world was so bleak and dark but there were strands of yellow light passing through the dense clouds. It would start to rain soon, she could sense it, or she could smell it.
"What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked politely.
"Oh, God no, I don't see the need for one. Well for me anyways."
"Oh." she said sitting silently. She took off her sandals and sat with her legs on the seat. She was beginning to read a book. Her eyes were half closed, he noticed she had green eye shadow, Her lips were the color mocha with a shimmer, because of the lip gloss. It made her green eyes look even darker. She opened the book and a piece of lined paper fell from it along with a picture. She went to grab it but he reached out for it first.
"Who's this from?" he asked. She blushed a tiny bit.
"Oh, that's from my boyfriend."
"Is that his nick name or something? Little brown boy?" She laughed again.
"Yes, he gave it to himself. He calls himself my little brown boy. And he calls me his bee." Personally George didn't care for the stupid romantic shit that was in front of him. He thought it was revolting, but he noticed that it almost made her glow when she thought of him, or talked of him. A smile would instantly appear in front of her face.
Then he looked at the picture. It was of her, definitely, but there was someone else in the picture, and it wasn't moving, he had never seen a picture that didn't move. How odd, he had to question her.
"Why doesn't the picture move?" he asked. She looked at it.
"It was taken by a muggle camera, they don't move.
"And that's him?" he asked pointing to the picture.
"Yes." she said smiling again. They were completely different. She was a white girl, her hair was light brown and a little chubby, she was in a pink shirt, with a little heart on the corner. He was different. He was skinny, dark, dark brown, but he wasn't black, he had never seen anyone like this.
"Is he Italian?" George asked.
"No, he's Mexican, I live in America, but I go to Hogwarts, it a huge problem, I hate it personally."
"Does he know, that you're a witch?" Asked George handing back the paper and picture.
"Yes, he's known ever since we started dating, he was sweet about it, at first he asked me to do magic tricks for him. See in America we can use our wands outside of school without the American Ministry getting on our asses about it. So I would do a few spells and he was enchanted by them. But I'm just glad he liked me before he knew I was a witch."
George thought she was stupid. That kid could tell anyone, but would he? He didn't know, George didn't know the guy. But apparently he wouldn't because she doesn't look like the type to trust just anyone. It had only been twenty minutes on the ten hour train ride, how was he going to get through this, he wasn't going to tell her anything about him, no she wasn't going to know anything.
She wasn't even going to know about his family, his twin. Nothing. He wasn't going to open up, he's seen what happens to the vulnerable, seduced by anything that comes there way and spilling every thought and feeling they have suppressed into their hearts and minds. But not him, no, he was going to avoid talking altogether, after installing this in his mind he almost stopped talking for a good thirty minutes. While sitting there looking at her his eyes hardened.
He couldn't stand to see someone so happy over something so meaningless. Love was meaningless to him. There was no such thing. There never was and never will be. Why be happy over temporary satisfaction. There was no reason to be. And she really trusts him? He's in America, he's probably cheating on her now. But little did he know about the boy she loved.
The boy she loved was the complete opposite. Actually the two had similar pains, the girl and George. And the boy helped the girl out in many distressing times. They felt the same crystal shell falling on them, trying not to break but it seemed so easily done. But neither of them would talk about that. Neither of them would talk about their pasts to anyone, except the ones who had endured it themselves. Which is George's case was no one and for the girls case it was her boyfriend. Little did they know what would happen between them, they knew nothing of what was planned for them. It was in the stars. Trelawney said it herself to him in his third year.
"You will fall, fall deeper and deeper, sliding towards death, but an angel in disguise will save you, will save you by destroying their own lives." He always thought it was a hoax, a stupid joke between her and her sick mind. But as time progressed the words got to him, he distanced himself from everyone and when his mother had her accident he thought that she was the angel, but she was just the messenger.
