“Guess who.” I said, placing my hands in front of George’s eyes.
“Ahh, that’s a hard one.” He said. “Give me a hint. Are you one of Beauxbatons girls?”
I removed my hands from his eyes, gently pushing him as I joined him by his side, taking a seat. “’S not funny.”
“Very funny.” He nodded, bopping my nose. “I’m allowed to joke around with you, my darling. It’s my birthday.”
“You always joke around with me, Georgie. Don’t use your birthday as an excuse.” I said with a smile.
George and Fred were turning seventeen today. April 1st. No wonder they love jokes as much as they do.
“Am allowed to use my birthday as an excuse.” He smiled. “It is my birthday.”
I shook my head at him, standing up while running my arm around his shoulders. “Have you packed your trunk? We’re leaving in a few days.”
“I’m on it.”
George always takes so long so pack his stuff for a vacation or holiday so I always make sure he starts about four days before. That way I’m sure he does it so we doesn’t miss the train.
“Have you?” He asked, looking up at me, eyes leaving the books. “Not yet.” I smiled. “But I’m usually a lot faster about it than you.”
I walked to the chair across from him and sat down while placing my bag on the table. I pulled out my books, scattering them across the table just like George’s books. I loved having study sessions with him. It was really cozy and even though I’d be the one to study while George would watch me, it was still lovely to just have him here.
“How far are you?” I asked, opening the same book he had opened. “Seven months.”
I looked at him, seeing him try to hold back a laugh but as soon as our eyes met, he let it out and the lovely sound filled the library. I chuckled lightly, shaking my head at him as we were shushed by the librarian.
“I’m on page forty-seven.” George then told me and I gave him a small nod, scrolling to that page. “Alright.” I breathed. “Nonverbal spells.”
“Nonverbal sells.” George repeated, keeping his eyes on me like always.
“Spell number ninety-three.” I said, looking at him.
“Fire-making spell.” He spoke. “You have to concentrate on the spell. If you wanna cast it
nonverbally, you simply have to think about it... properly.”
“And what is the word if you want to be verbal about it?” I asked.
“C’mon, love. That’s first year magic.”
“So?” I smiled. “What is the spell, George?”
“That wasn’t very hard, was it?” I smiled teasingly, running my tongue along my top teeth. “Now, spell number ninety-four.”
“Mending charm.” He told me. “Fixes broken objects. Bloody hell, Liz. We learned all of this in the first year.”
“I know but now we’re learning about it again.” I said. “As nonverbal spells.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I said. George raised his eyebrow at me, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
“Oh is that so?”
“It’s definitely so.” I replied, leaning over the table to place a finger on his book. “Get to reading, birthday boy. This is important and you won’t learn anything new by looking at me.”
“But I love looking at you.” “George—”
“Alright, alright.” He laughed, sitting up straight. He glanced at me for a moment before his eyes dropped to the book in front of him. I smiled in satisfaction of him doing what I told him to, before I lifted my own book up, placing it against one hand while using the other one to scroll pages. But soon enough, the satisfaction inside of me disappeared when George opened his mouth. “I need to tell you something.”
“Not now, Georgie.” I told him. “We’re studying. You can tell me later.” “What if it had something to do with the lives of someone?”
I looked up from under my lashes to see a cheeky smile on his face. I chuckled, shaking my head and went back to reading.
“C’mon, love. It’s important.” he begged. “Does it revolve a building being on fire?” “No.”
“And no lives are at stake?”
“Then it can wait. I’m serious. This...” I shook the book a little to show him what I meant. “...is top priority right now.”