"Well, this is cozy," Lara said as she waltzed in through my open door. Sean had us staying at The Leaky Cauldron, so Lara and Toni could "get their feet wet" before being thrust into the "brutal" English countryside. He thought it best that we just apparate from the establishment once we had finished our research and were ready to actually visit Stonehenge.

Toni sat on my bed next to Lara as I continued to unpack.

"So, Miss Britain, is there a plan for this afternoon?"

I looked up from a jumper I gingerly placed in a drawer. "Er, oh, Klaus and Anna wanted to meet you lot at dinner tonight. So we're meeting them downstairs 'round half six."

"Klaus being your brother, right?" Lara asked.

"Yeah, and Anna's his wife," I muttered.

"That's too bad," Toni murmured. I rolled my eyes.

"Ah, I'm so excited," Lara squealed.

Toni raised an eyebrow, "Hold your horses there, what're we s'posed to do till then?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "I was gonna nap."

"Rue, what's wrong?" Lara asked quietly.

"Huh?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the threadbare armchair and tugging off my boots.

"You've been acting weird."

"Yeah, I've noticed too," Toni said.

I shrugged, "I've got a headache is all."

Toni cocked her head to the side, "Naw, for the past week or two you've been acting weird. Not just today."

"Yeah, aren't you all excited to finally be home?" Lara interjected.

"And, you know, back to The One?" Toni finished.

I scoffed. "'The One'? Hardly. Farthest thing from it, really."

"Rue, you broke up because of distance, and now you're back here. There's nothing stopping you from being with him now!" Lara gushed.

"Well, what if-"

"Tsk, tsk, don't start with that," Toni said, shaking her head.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"But we'll leave you to your napping or whatever," Lara said, glancing at Toni.

Lara had just opened the door when Toni turned to me, "We'll see you in a few hours for lunch, though."

"Yeah, sounds good," I said, rubbing my temples as the door clicked softly behind them.

I dragged myself to the bed and curled up in the blankets.

"Klaus, Anna, this is Lara and Toni," I said, gesturing to each respectively later that evening. Lara bobbed and shook their hands while Toni gave an awkward little wave.

"Very pleased to meet you," Klaus said warmly.

I raised an eyebrow but took my seat with everyone else.

Anna smiled and turned to Toni and Lara to start conversation, "How do you find England so far?"

Klaus leaned close to me, "How're you holding up there?"

"I had an anxiety attack earlier when a house elf brought me a draught for the massive headache I was having. I think I scarred the bloody little thing for life," I whispered, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

Klaus nodded solemnly, "You need to relax, Rue."

"Yeah, easy for you to say, Mr Newlywed," I hissed.

"Jealousy does not suit you well, my dear."

I shrugged.

"When do you have to see him?"

"First week of December."

"That's soon!" he exclaimed.

"Please, don't remind me."

Klaus placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "It'll be alright, Rue. These things have a way of working themselves out."

He turned his attention towards my coworkers. "So, are you two excited to go inside the circle of Stonehenge?"

"Yes!"

"It's going to be so cool!"

"Have you ever visited it before?"

"What's it like?"

And so dinner continued. It became increasingly obvious to both Anna and myself that Klaus was completely enamoured with my two American friends. We walked Klaus and Anna to the exit two hours later, saying our good-byes and promising another outing at some point before holidays.

"Remember, girls, to embrace the pagan within!" Klaus cried as Anna led him down the sidewalk. I rolled my eyes and turned to climb up the stairs to my room.

Two weeks later, we sat in the corner of a library, sifting through books and parchments. Lara had fallen asleep on her notes, and Toni looked as though her mind was on another planet.

I myself was hardly focused on the work at hand, rather bored of just reading about the rock formation instead of visiting it and talking to professionals who knew everything there was to know. We had spent the past two weeks visiting different libraries and archives, muggle and wizarding alike, to get our hands on whatever they had to offer. While some of the information was interesting, we mostly just read the same thing over and over. It was at that point where we were grasping at any new and barely relevant research we came across, desperate for more.

My attentions, though, were on the very thing I was dreading, the very thing that was merely a week away: the Quidditch Crash Course. Lara and Toni were relentless in their "Oliver Inquisition" and rarely went a mealtime without bringing him into conversation somehow. It had really gotten on my nerves, and I often found myself spending as much time as I could away from them.

Lara let out a sudden snore that seemed to startle even her, and she bolted upright in her seat. "Huh? Wha- what happened?"

"You were sleepin'," Toni said nonchalantly, her eyes somewhat glazed over.

We were all silent for a time, staring at whatever was in front of us absentmindedly.

"Could we do something?" Lara asked groggily. "It's not like Sean's gonna know."

"I agree," Toni nodded.

"Want to go to Diagon Alley?" I asked, closing the thick tome in front of me. Dust puffed out of its pages in large plumes.

Lara perked up. "Could we go to that joke shop you're always going on about?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?"

"Yeah, that one!"

I turned to Toni who shrugged, "Sure. Sounds fun."

We wandered in, Lara practically sprinting to the WonderWitch product shelves. Toni followed behind her with her hands shoved into her pockets. I wandered towards the back of the shop to the counter, hoping to find George there.

"Can I help you with some- Rue?" I turned to see the youngest Weasley male staring at me over a box he held in his arms.

"Hey, Ron," I smiled gently.

He carefully placed the box on top of the counter, "I didn't know you were back in England."

"Yeah, for another month and a half."

"Oh, that's, uh, cool. I expect you want to see George?"

I nodded, "If it's not too much trouble."

"Don't be ridiculous, follow me," he gestured for me to join him. He led me up a flight of stairs and knocked on a door that bore a golden plaque that read "Mr Weasley."

"What d'you want now, Ron?" I heard George asked in an exasperated tone.

Ron grinned sheepishly at me before opening the door a crack. "Someone's here to see you."

"I'm busy."

I rolled my eyes and pushed the door further open, revealing George Weasley with his feet up on his desk, arms folded over his chest, and eyes closed.

"Since when did sleeping constitute as being busy, then?"

His eyes flew open and, before I could blink, he'd stood, crossed the room and pulled me into a hug. "It's true! My Rue-Rue has returned to me!"

I awkwardly patted his shoulder as Ron backed away muttering something about helping the other customers.

George ushered me out of his office and shut the door behind himself. He led me down the stairs, his hand on the small of my back the entire time.

"So, how've you been?" he asked.

"Well, and yourself?"

He smiled, "More or less the same. Why haven't I seen you sooner than this?"

"I was going to visit last week but then work got in the way, as it were."

He nodded, "I understand. You're too busy for your best mate. I see how it is."

I rolled my eyes, "Don't be such a wanker."

He laughed, and we turned down one of the many aisles. "Who else have you seen, then? I'm assuming you've saved the best for last."

"Oh, the best being you, is it?"

He smirked, "Well, yeah."

"My parents, Klaus and Anna, Rose, Fiona, Ron just now, you... That's about it."

He stopped and turned to me, "So you haven't seen Oliver yet?"

I shook my head.

"But you're going to?"

"I have to. I don't have a choice in the matter at all."

"What do you mean?" he asked, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Sean, my manager, set up this bloody stupid Quidditch crash course for our History of Quidditch episode. Good photo opportunity and all that. And, being the madly brilliant being that he is, he booked the damn thing with Puddlemere United of all teams."

"That's rotten luck," George said bitterly.

"You're telling me, mate."

We were quiet for a while, George scanning the shelves above my head before he cleared his throat. "Whatever happened between the two of you anyway?"

"We broke up."

"Well, yeah, I knew that, Rue. Thanks."

I was shrugged, "Distance, I guess, was the biggest issue. And things weren't the same. We wrote regularly for a while, you know, but eventually he only wrote me once a month to say he was still alive."

George nodded.

"And then he was worried I was seeing someone else or some rubbish like that. I don't really know where he got that idea, but it resulted in a slew of letters in the course of three days."

"Mmhmm," George hummed.

"The last one he apologised profusely, but went on to say he didn't think it, well, we were going to work out. So we agreed to break up and just be mates, or what have you."

I looked at my feet, "And a few months after that, I started dating Clancy, and that's when his letters ceased completely. The rest is history."

George studied me for a moment, "Rue, I don't know how to tell you this..."

I took a step closer to him, wrapping my arms around myself to brace for the worst, "Just tell me."

"Well, er, Oliver's, uh-"

"What?"

"It's a bit of bad news," he trailed off.

"Out with it," I whispered, glaring up at him. My thoughts were racing, trying to imagine what possible bad news regarding Oliver that George might have for me.

"He's, ah, dating someone now, actually. First time since you, I think."

"Oh, yeah," I said, my mind reeling for something, anything to say to protect whatever dignity and pride I had left. My blood boiled.

George raised his eyebrows.

"I mean, of course he's found someone else. I moved on, about time he did too," I said lamely.

George studied me, "Rue, you don't need to lie to me. I can see right through you."

My blood turned cold.

"I'm not lying," I choked out, feeling a sob fighting its way into my voice.

George sighed and pulled me against him. "Rue, dearest-"

But I didn't let him finish. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest, my body shaking as I cried, any dignity I had disappearing. George gently rubbed my back, and I felt him raise his hand to shoo away whoever had come down the aisle asking for me.

"Rue? You alright?" He eventually whispered once I had quieted down some.

I shook my head and clung to him, wishing he could just make the pain go away. Why did I have to care so much about a stupid bloke who I obviously meant nothing to?

Three days after the incident in George's store, Lara, Toni and I stood inside the Stonehenge circle, wrapped up in our thick, winter robes and listening to a particularly old wizard regale us with his theories on the circle's purpose. Sean stood at a distance, instructing a photographer named Robbie to capture this image, or manipulate that particular scene.

I was mentally exhausted, and, although I would normally be far more enthusiastic about being inside Stonehenge with the sunset playing gently off the freshly fallen snow on the ground, I could barely bring myself to smile. I had spent the past three days mulling over the news that Oliver was in a relationship, and I had progressed from sadness and disappointment into pure loathing and the desire for vengeance. I had made up my mind that I would show Oliver and that new bloody girlfriend of his that I was completely over him.

Hell Week was right around the corner, and it would only be worse with Sean there. I'd sent several urgent letters to Clancy, begging him to come to England for a week so that I wouldn't have to suffer through the torture alone, and I was impatiently awaiting his response. If proving to Oliver that I had moved on meant dragging Clancy into everything and snogging his brains out, then so be it.

"Hey, Rue, try to look pretty, will ya?" Sean called from behind a large stone. I turned my face away just as Robbie snapped a photo.

So, there's an especially long chapter four since CrazyTuesday2 asked so kindly for it. Just don't expect every other chapter to be this long, though. Ms Rowling owns the Harry Potter Universe, I own that which you don't recognize from it. Anyway, farewell for a week, my darlings, and try not to miss me too much. It would mean a lot to return to a ton of reviews, story alerts, and favorite alerts. Those mean a lot to me. Until next time! Yours.