Moving In

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"Look why don't you just ask mom and she'll tell you who told her!" Fred snapped, I stared at him seriously.

We'd be arguing for the past few minutes about why he told our mom about Elizabeth moving in, but he wouldn't just admit it. After all he was the only one who knew about it "I will" I snapped walking away from Fred.

He followed me practically on my heels as we stepped into the house, Mom was telling Bill and Charlie to set up the table under the tent outside. Charlie patted my back in greeting as he and Bill past us. "Mom" I called when the kitchen was empty all for Fred and I.

"Good you two can bring out the food and..." I broke over her.

"Who told you about Elizabeth moving in with us?" I asked rather abruptly and rudely.

Mom stared between us carefully, catching the tension between us. "Well Ginny mentioned she over heard you're little talk in the shop yesterday" she explained, "Isn't it true?" she asked softly "have you changed your minds?"

I huffed, turning to Fred, who was pouting at me "See why would I spill the beans?" he asked seriously. "What on earth would gain?" I shrugged.

"Oh shut up" I snapped pushing his shoulder, he laughed, as always our fights ended as quickly as they started "Now why would Ginny bother ruining the news either?"

"Pure jealously?" Fred pointed out with a shrug, "You remember what she was like when Fluer was around first, even now she's not too keen"

"Oh Fred, George!" Mom scolded pushing food into our arms, "Would you get out and help your brothers!"

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"Oh ce est tellement agréable de parler français avec quelqu'un, plutôt que dans mes lettres à domicile." Fluer smiled brightly at me a we took our seats at the long table outside, the rain had started to fall lightly and I was glad we had the tent to cover us. (Oh it's so nice to speak french with someone, rather than just in my letters home.)

Bill sat on her right while he chatted loudly with Charlie about the hungarian horntail. "Ce est une bonne pratique pour moi, Paul, mon frère, Il m'a appris français quand je étais jeune. Il me tuerait si je ai oublié comment parler français" I laughed with the beautiful women. (It's good practise for me, Paul, my brother, he taught me french when I was young. He would kill me if I forgot how to speak french.)

"Il a raison, ce est une si belle langue." she pointed out with a bright smile, taking Bill's hand. (he's right, it's such a beautiful language.)

"What's going over here? Joined the French club have we Elizabeth?" George teased sitting down on my left, I laughed.

"Oh George, elle is so intelligent!" Fluer explained with her bad english "elle parle many languages" she explained handing her hand up to show him on her fingers "francais, italien, bulgare, anglais, oh et bien sûr irlandais"

"Oh my" George grinned "I guess she is smart huh?" he nodded in agreement with Fluer, his sarcasm lost to her.

"Tres smart" Fluer declared before Bill pulled her into conversation.

"Were you going to tell me about your linguistic talents?" George asked pouring me some wine softly as everyone finally sat down.

"Maybe some day" I shrugged taking a sip of the wine George had handed me, "It's not hard to guess really , Paul's in France, Killian in Italy and it's a tradition for irish witches and wizards to learn Irish"

"But bulgare?" he mimicked Fluer's french, I laughed into my glass.

"I went to Drumstrang, it wasn't mandatory to take but most of the students are Bulgarian there. I liked to be able to listen to what they said about me. And my friends all spoke it so it was easy enough to pick up" I explained.

"Well it's just english learnt in this house, unless you count Bill's failed attempts at learning french." I laughed with him.

"Dig in everyone" Mrs Weasley called from the top of the table, and we didn't need to be told twice.

Half way through the meal I turned to George curious "So what were you and Fred discussing outside earlier?"

George swallowed the food in his mouth before answering "Oh, you see I thought he had been so pissed at the idea of you moving in, that he'd tell our news before we could, just to spite us" he explained.

I took a long sip of wine "But it wasn't him?" I asked as he finished off his glass of wine and reach for some more, he shook his head no "It was Ginny then?" I asked, he cocked an eyebrow at him shocked.

"How'd you guess?"

"Well Ron and Ginny were in the shop weren't they, and although Ron may have over heard too I doubt he'd tell your mother before he teased you about it. Ginny doesn't like me so..."

"It's not that she doesn't like you" George explained quickly, glancing across the table at his baby sister "I just think that she's trying to protect me somehow"

I laughed softly "From what me?" I leaned closer to George so we wouldn't be over heard "Well I hope she completely understands that an arranged marriage actually means we don't have a choice, us or our families, on who we get to marry once it's done"

George pulled away slight so that we could face each other "I'm not unhappy with how this all turned out so far" he pointed out taking my hand in his and rubbing the back of it softly "You're not anything I expected"

"Compared to the grump who had to be dragged to my side the day we met, you're nothing like what I assumed you'd be" I sighed, as George grinned brightly and pulled away.

"There's a compliment in there somewhere" he pointed out with a crooked smile.

"Oh you deux sont adorables" Fluer gushed at the pair of us as she relaxed against Bill's arm "l'amour au début" she sighed taking a long sip of her wine. (Love at the beginning)

I flushed red whispering to Fluer "ce ne est pas l'amour" she giggled brightly causing a few people to gazed down at us, she flushed from alcohol and me flushed from embarrassment. (it's not love)

"Oh, je sais que dans l'amour quand je le vois petite Elizabeth" Fluer pointed out with a laugh. (oh, I know in love when I see it little Elizabeth)

"je suis d'accord" Hermione added from across the table, a huge smile on her lips. (I agree)

"Not you too!" Elizabeth moaned covering her eyes.

"What are they talking about" Charlie's asked Bill, everyone curious to what they girls were giggling about.

"Fluer said something about seeing armor, and Elizabeth said something back but Hermione agrees?" Bill explained confused, the three girls laughed loudly. "sweetheart what did..." he tried.

"Sercret girl parler" she hushed Bill with a kiss.

Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow at Hermione "Since when do you know french?" Hermione shrugged.

"I understand it better than I speak it, Fluer gave up on conversing with my lack of vocabulary" she explained taking a huge bit of her dinner.

Fluer nodded "oui, elle est terrible" she pointed out bluntly, I laughed "mais elle ne est pas stupide" (yes she it terrible, but she's not stupid.)

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We all had just finished desert, Elizabeth had stole some of my desert when she was finished her with a laugh when Mom brought up the move. "So all this about Elizabeth moving into your flat?" she asked George and I.

Fred stiffened beside me, I glanced at him, he shrugged his shoulders then we both looked back up at mom, "Well yeah, we haven't really decided between tonight or tomorrow" I explained, Elizabeth picked up her wine glass and I noticed mom gaze unhappily at the underage girl drinking before eyeing Fred and I.

"Well the sooner the better, isn't that right Arthur?" Dad looked up from his piece of cake confused then see Mom gazing at him waiting.

"well yes" he nodded vaguely, "this is about...?" he muttered to Mom.

"Elizabeth moving in with Fred and George's flat" she said with a huff. "honestly Arthur" she muttered before facing the three of us again. "I take it the spare room is habitable" she asked.

"Yeah" I nodded, "I cleaned.."

"I'll come by this evening and sort it out properly" Mom started, Ron and Ginny laughed under their breath.

Elizabeth spoke up "Oh there no need to trouble yourself Mrs Weasley, I know my far share a cleaning charms and I seen the room just after I came back from Italy, it's really not as terrible as you'd think it might be" She explained, Mom nodded slowly.

"well if you think you'll be okay with it" Mom explained, Elizabeth nodded.

"It's fine honestly, besides knowing the triplets they'll want to send me off and check everything out" I frowned, they would? "the place will be crowded enough" mom laughed and turned to Charlie to give out about his ear ring all over again.

Elizabeth turned to Fred and I "the triplets wont come over" she explained "but I did just save your apartment from your mother's scrutiny so I deserve some points for that" Fred barked out a laugh and turned to talk to Harry, but I seen the amusement in his eyes.

"Brilliant" I smirked down at her "so what do you think, after this we go get your stuff and then you can move in?"

Elizabeth smiled and nodded "Sounds like a plan"

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George had helped bring all my trunks to Jamie and Claire's fireplace and while he was sending them to the flat I said my goodbyes to my brother and his wife. "We had some good times" I joked hugging Jamie after Claire "But all good things must come to an end" I teased, they were the lines I said to bother Jason and Jasmine already as I left.

"Nothing said within these walls leaves the house" Claire threatened playfully.

I scoffed "Like I got anything juicy enough to retell" I lied, glancing at George who through the last of my trunks into the cool green flames.

"Well I'll see you on the other side Elizabeth" George explained stepping into the fireplace. Turning I faced my brother one last time "Love you" I told Jamie as I stepped backwards into the fireplace "We're always here if you need us". And then I was gone from their sight. My heart sped up as I travelled in-between fireplaces, anxiety attacking me.

When I landed in the flat George was stacking up the trunks. "Do you think you have enough stuff?" he teased heaving one onto of a other.

"Well" my heart broke slightly eyeing the trunks "it's everything" George glanced at me confused. "I'm just going to use the bathroom" I whispered not looking at him as I walked around the living towards the hall. My tears started to fall before I made it into the bathroom, and by the time I was hidden behind the doors I was a blubbering mess.

It was official, I was no longer my parents child but George's arranged wife, my heart was broken. The belongings I brought were all I owned, I'd have nothing of my own after this, it would be George's, or at most ours. I cried for what felt like hours, before someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"Elizabeth" it was George. "I've put your things in your room, Fred wants to start playing with new idea's for the shop, so I'll be down in the workroom if you need anything" he explained softly "Okay?" he asked, I didn't answer and he left.

I just needed some time to adjust, the enormity of this whole situation just hit me. By staying with the triplets and getting to know George, dating him sort of, I somehow tricked myself into thinking that this was normal. But it wasn't, I've known George less than three weeks and I've moved into his home and now I wasn't able to leave. Father would refuse me in Ireland and my siblings would have to do as he said and refuse me also. I had no where else, my whole life was George now.

Pulling myself off the ground I walked into the spare room and closing the door behind me. The walls where a dark purple and the floor was oak, there was a double bed, a bed locker, shelfs high on the wall a wardrobe and desk all oak. Walking over to the curtain-less window I glanced out into the busy street of Diagon Alley. Taking a deep breath, I turned and started to unpack my belongings. Maybe Jasmine was right, pretending everything was normal, might be the only way I could get through this.

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