A few more weeks had passed and Christmas was fast approaching, Aggie had spent lots of her spare time with Lucas trying to find who caused Emma to crash. After every meet up Aggie would tell Emma who they had looked into or discussed; on one occasion they confronted a student who Hadn't even been in the class, but Aggie hadn't realised until the pupil almost burst into tears insisting that they hadn't even heard of Emma Blackwell before.
Apart from the unlikely duo of Lucas Lowell and Agatha Delacour beginning to work together, George and Emma had been getting closer and closer over the weeks. Once a week they would go out to the quidditch pitch and practice flying, it started with Emma siting on a broom behind George, him in control, making sure she's okay. Then she sat in front, with George behind so he could take over if she panicked, but he mainly just sat with his head on her shoulder, sometimes giving her tips which she insisted she didn't need but followed anyway. As Emma became more confident the two would ride on separate brooms, they kept close at all times but it made Emma feel more independent. Emma was in the final stages of being confident enough to fly alone, 'lessons' ended up being George chasing Emma around on their brooms, shouting warnings when she flew too high.
Tonight, was another evening out on the pitch, they had to go out earlier and earlier as winter meant it was getting darker far faster. Four o'clock and the sky would be black, littered with sparkling stars that illuminated the castle in a heart-warming light. Emma would often admire and point out the lack of manmade light, it meant the sky was easier to see and arguably more breath taking.
That night, instead of their usual fast paced races, the two just floated calmly around the pitch. At one-point George tried to lean back on his broom and almost fell straight off. They started talking about a whole range of things but it seemed to always come back to family.
'Remind me how many siblings you have?' asked Emma
'Six. There's Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Ginny and of course Fred.'
'And you.' Emma said looking over at George
'Yeah,' George smiled 'and me. What about you? Any siblings?'
'Oh, no, I'd love a big brother, but I'm an only child.'
'I'm kinda glad you don't have a big brother.' George said with a small smirk
'and why's that?' Emma asked
'Aren't big brothers supposed to chase boys away? Stop you getting in relationships and stuff?'
'I manage to do that on my own, guess I don't need a brother!' Emma laughed 'Does Fred do that for you? Chase away girls so you can spend all your time together?'
'He might if the girl wasn't for me, but not really. We spend all out time together anyway, so if I spend my evenings with a girl I like, what's it to him y'know?'
'wait. Is he flirting with me!?' Emma thought. 'how long had he been doing that! How could I only now have noticed! God! Right, flirty, flirty think of something flirty!'
'Mae'r awyr yn hardd, yn union fel chi' Emma verbally vomited, not sure what else to say.
'Excuse me?' George looked mortified, as though Emma had just told him some huge truth bomb.
'Its Welsh.' Emma explained quickly, regretting her use of a foreign language
'Oh. Okay, what did you say?' George asked, still getting over the shock of suddenly being affronted with a different language.
'Mae'r awyr yn hardd, yn union fel chi' Emma said slowly
'Yeah, Yeah. What did you say in English?' George asked
'I didn't say anything in English.' Emma said with a huge grin
'You know what I mean! What's the translation for what you said?' George said in a raised voice, getting more and more curious
'That's for me to know and you to probably never find out' Emma said with a cheeky smile
After that they both flew down and headed in, the whole time George was pestering Emma about what she had said but she didn't budge. She managed to stand her ground for the whole walk back to their rooms, as they said good bye with a hug, George asked one final time in the hopes she would break, but she didn't. instead he went to his bedroom still questioning what she had said and she went to hers finally being the one who actually had a clue what was going on.
When she got up to her room no one else was there, at first Emma was surprised but then she reminded herself that it wasn't actually that late, it was just dark. She sat on her bed and started reading through her transfiguration notes, it was by far one of her favourite classes. She had gotten half way through her first page of work when Rufus came pecking at her window with a letter in his beak.
Emma pulled open the window, the cold air causing her arm hairs to perk up. She gently stroked Rufus with her finger, muttering complements to him about how beautiful he is and how good he is at delivering letters. She tore open the letter quite sloppily and began to read it in her head while still stroking Rufus.
Dear Emma
Glad to hear you're doing well and enjoying classes. About the 'Lowell' thing, I didn't address it because I had no idea what you were talking about. My advice is to stay away from him, it's probably in your best interest. The school did let us know you had an accident but they said it was nothing they couldn't handle so I hope you're okay. I look forward to hearing from you again soon.
Lots of love, mum and dad xx
Emma couldn't help but read one bit over and over. "Stay away from him" what felt wrong about those four words? "Stay away from him" it kept ringing in her head. "Stay away from him" the words echoed in her head as she went to bed that night. "Stay away from him" why couldn't she let this go? "Stay away from…him" she'd never said anything about Lucas.
Hey! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, as always, I'd really appreciate a review. If you have any burning questions your more than welcome to DM me. Google translate doesn't translate the welsh sentence correctly! Believe me I checked, but it's pretty close, It says air instead of sky 😊 Until next time!