I sat next to George in the orphanage as kids ran up and down the staircase, yelling and screaming. "Don't you just want to take them all home?" I whispered.
He chuckled, shaking his head no. "Woman, I have no doubt now that you will top Mum one day."
I rolled my eyes, and shifted my attention back to playing with my wedding and engagement rings.
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?"
My head snapped up and I saw Mrs. Siller standing with Josephina at her side. I grinned when my eyes met hers. She smiled, inching forward before I opened my arms and then she ran towards me. I scooped her up, hugging her tight. "Hi, honey."
"I trust you've both been informed that she doesn't have any belongings?"
"Yes," George answered.
Mrs. Siller nodded curtly before turning to go back into her office.
Josephina looked at me cautiously. "I'm going home with you now?"
"Yes, well first we have to stop by our store, and a few people will be there. Is that okay?"
She nodded her head, and let George pick her up.
Josephina looked around with wide eyes as she took in the store.
George grinned and showed her some things while I went over to the counter where Angelina and Fred were working on some of the bank files.
"Is she here?" she asked excitedly.
"Yeah, George is somewhere around here with her. I needed to double check I counted out the money right this morning. For some reason I feel like I messed up. It's been nagging me."
A round of giggles bounced off the walls suddenly followed by George's chuckles. I grinned, moving towards the noise. I found them playing with the pygmy's on the floor. They danced around her feet as she stood next to George who was sitting on the floor. He grinned, keeping an arm around her as she bounced up and down.
"Oh, Sophia, she's perfect," Ange whispered.
One of the pygmy's began licking Josephina's leg causing her laughter to go up an octave.
I smiled. "Isn't she?"
"So fuzzy!" Josephina exclaimed as she bent down to pet the tiny fur ball. The three of us laughed and she looked up before giggling. "They tickle," she told me.
"They do, but they're very nice."
"And fuzzy."
"That, too," I agreed.
She squealed when another one licked her leg before running all around her. She threw herself into George's arms where she was free from the pygmys. "Bad, fuzzy," she told it.
Fred ushered the pygmys back into their large, penned-off area where they went about rolling around in the grass.
She looked between him and George before smiling. "Brothers."
George nodded, standing up with her in his arms. "This is Fred, and his girlfriend, Angelina."
Josephina smiled, waving shyly at Ange.
As Ange and I were walking back to the counter, I heard Josephina ask, "How many brothers do you have?"
"Here, we'll split the pile in half. This way you guys can get home sooner," Angelina suggested.
I smiled gratefully before hurriedly counting the pile of money. Once everything was accounted for and I had double checked the amount I had wrote on the file earlier, I shut the cash register.
Josephina was sitting on the counter, licking a lollipop as she swung her legs back and forth.
"Are you ready to go home?" I asked her.
She nodded, holding her arms out to me. George wavered close behind me as we walked up the steps to the flat. We said a quick goodbye to Angelina and Fred before stepping into the fireplace and flooing home.
"We'll show you the rest of the house, but can we show you your room first?" I asked after we had stepped into the living room.
"My room?"
I smiled, tucking a stray piece of dark hair behind her ear. "Your room."
The three of us went up the stair case and turned down the left hall. Across from our room was now Josephina's.
George started to open the door. "Now remember. If you don't like it, we can change anything, okay?"
She nodded from her spot on my hip. Her eyes widened as she took in the room. I gently set her on her feet, and she wandered from the dresser to the toy chest to the window seat. The pale purple walls were accented with the pure white trim that ran throughout the room. The furniture was the same white, and the dresser had silver handles. Josephina stopped by the bed, her hand hesitantly reaching out to touch the silky, purple bedspread.
"I get my own bed?" she whispered.
George squeezed my hand as I nodded. "Of course, honey."
"I've never had my own bed," she admitted suddenly. She walked back over to us and reached up to me. Once in my arms, she threw her tiny arms around my neck in an effort to hug me. "Thank you, m-m-mum."
I smiled at her, wiping at her tears before kissing her forehead. "Anything for you, honey."
She turned her head to look at George. "Thank you."
He winked at her. "Whatever you want, princess." He gave me a quick kiss before placing one on the top of her head. "Why don't you two get you a bath and some new clothes on while I make dinner?"
She nodded, and the two of us went through her pajamas so she could pick something out.
Later that night as George and I laid curled up in bed, he brushed my hair from my slightly sweaty shoulder. His fingers trailed down my bare back, sending shivers through my body.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
I smirked up at him. "Feeling a little overeager for praise tonight, are we?" I teased.
He chuckled. "Actually I was talking about having Josephina home."
My face flushed from embarassment before I grinned up at him. "Happier than I could have ever imagined. You?"
"I honestly couldn't believe this would work out the way it has," he admitted.
There was a tiny knock on the door, and in a flash of his wand George had us both dressed in our pajamas again. We sat up as I called to Josephina to open the door. She stood there, sucking on her thumb with tears trailing down her face.
"What's wrong, honey?" I asked. I waved her forward and sat her in between us on the bed.
"I had a bad dream."
"Do you want to tell us about it?"
She shook her head at George, instead chosing to curl up into my side. We pulled back the covers and let her worm her way under them before turning off the lamp on my side. The soft light from George's lamp illuminated the room only enough so she could still see us.
I laid down next to her, rubbing her back as her breathing slowed down. "Is there something wrong with your room?"
"No. Just a bad dream."
"Okay, well you can sleep with us tonight, honey."