The Little Things that Matter


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A/N: So I'm continuing this story after almost two years! I hope I can remember how to do this :-D This won't take long to finish I don't think. The chapters won't follow any real time line from here on out. Just a few moments with the kids. Hope you like it!

Title: The Little Things that Matter

Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat

Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley

Prompt: Thirteen, Thief, Key, Journal

Thirteen had been a drastic age for Roxy.

This just meant that she became more dramatic.

If George had known this was the way she'd stay for the rest of her life, he would have nipped it in the bud then and there but he hadn't and now he was paying the price.


George jumped out of the way as Lysander and Lorcan went running past, laughing and giggling. The door slammed on the downstairs bathroom and he heard the lock click.

Not a second later, Roxanne came storming past, tears streaming down her face which was as red as George's hair. "Thieves! Thieves! Give it back! NOW!"

" 'I can't believe he actually looked at me'!" Lysander read through the door and the two boys burst into laughter.

"NO!" Roxanne pounded on the door. "That's private!"

"Hey!" George called, running over to her. He grabbed his daughter just as Luna came running around the corner.

"What on earth is going on?" his wife asked, the scene in front of her practically.

"Those – those monsters you two created are what's going on!" Roxanne screamed. "Lorcan stole my key and then Lysander stole my diary! They're in there reading it now!"

"Okay, you breaking down the door isn't going to get them back!" George tried to reason.

Roxanne stomped her foot. "I hate this family! You guys don't care about me because I'm the middle child! It's all about Fred and the twins! It's not fair! The twins do something and they never get in trouble! I do something and the world comes crashing down! I hate it!"

With a cry of despair, she ran past her father and up the stairs, slamming the door to her room.

"Whoa," George said. He looked to Luna with an awkward smile. "We should get that girl an agent."

"George," Luna scolded, shaking her head. She lifted her fist, rapping her knuckles against the bathroom door. "Boys. Come out right now."

There was silence and then the door opened, Lysander and Lorcan both standing with a guilty look on their faces. Lysander held the blue diary while Lorcan clutched the matching ribbon with the gold key.

Luna gazed down at her boys. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

The two boys exchanged glances before pointing at each other. "It was his idea!" they shouted in unison.

George couldn't help the small smile that came to his face. Like father, like sons he supposed. Wiping the smile from his face, he held out his hands. Getting the clue, the twins handed him their stolen items. "I'm going to go talk to your sister and then you two need to come up and apologize, get it?"

"Got it," the twins muttered.

George nodded at Luna, heading for the stairs. When he got to Roxanna's door, he could hear her sniffing inside. "Roxy?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone right now!" she wailed.

"Yeah, well, I'm coming in anyway." George pushed the door open.

Roxy sat in the middle of her bed, arms and legs crossed as tears continued to spill down her face. "That's exactly what I'm talking about! I get no respect, no privacy, no –"

"Here." George smiled as the girl scrambled forward, taking the diary and the key. She opened the book, flipping through it before closing it again and locking it. She clutched the book to her chest, looking up at her dad. "I recommend you find a good charm to lock it when you get back to school."

Roxy nodded, sitting back down on the bed. George sat down next to her. "What's really the problem?"

"I just – I hate when they do things like this!" Roxy cried. "I hate the lack of privacy and the lack of respect! I'm their older sister after all, and I don't like being treated like this."

"Rox," George said chuckling, "sorry to tell you but no older sibling gets respect or privacy from the younger. I've been both so I think I should know."

Roxanne still didn't look sure. George wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Just think of it this way. . . . When they get to Hogwarts, in three years, you can jinx the heck out of them."

Roxy giggled, smiling up at him. "Thanks dad."

George grinned back.

One thing for sure: he was glad he wasn't ever that dramatic at thirteen.

A/N: I'm back with this one! Hope you guys liked it. See you next time.

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