Ort: a scrap or morsel of food left at a meal.
May 1, 1998
When the sun set on May first, it could never have imagined the scene that would great it the next time its rosy fingers caressed the earth. It went down in its familiar blaze of orange and deep pink and red just as families gathered around dinner tables and owls delivered evening papers emblazoned with a story so outrageous it caused ripples even in the war torn world where most had had quite enough of news at all.
Harry Potter, after nine long months of near-total silence, had suddenly erupted – quite literally – into the wizarding world. On the back of a Gringotts dragon no less. Having robbed Gringotts. It was quite sensational.
One bite of apple tart remained on Arthur Weasley's plate, but he had quite forgotten about it. For the past several seconds he had been able to do nothing but gape incredulously at the front page of the newspaper he had just unfurled.
"Dad?" Fred asked impatiently, leaning forward to snag the last of his father's desert. George, who had been eyeing the very same morsel, dug an elbow into his brother's side, and Fred responded with a characteristic smirk.
"What's going on?" Ginny demanded, rolling her eyes at her brothers' easy distraction from the matter at hand.
Molly slowly put down her goblet of pumpkin juice as her husband met her eyes. Arthur lay the paper on the table for the others to see. George nearly choked on the butterbear he was swallowing.
"I would wager to say something, Ginny," Arthur murmured just as the last rays of sun slipped out of Muriel Prewett's dining room.
As their parents gazed at one another, a look passed between Ginny and her brothers. For the first time in a month, they looked their twenty years. And maybe the fact that Ginny hardly looked sixteen in that moment had something to do with their relenting when she insisted on coming with them a few hours later.
And from that moment on, they could all feel it building.
A/N: I very much want to do May 2, 1998, but I have yet to figure out how to do it…. Anyway, I rather wanted this to be longer, maybe look at other people having their 'last meal' so to speak, but it's late, I'm sick, and I just took a five hour AP English exam today in which I wrote three essays in as many hours, so I have had quite enough of writing for today. I hope I managed to pull this bit off. Reviews are recovery medication for AP exams.