One and Only ; George Weasley

Chapter 79

During the feast, I made eye contact with Deanne who sat at the professor’s table. She sat next to Sebastian and the two of them mostly just talked together but then at times they’d look at me as if they had been talking about me.

I could tell that Fred was nervous for the rest of the time at dinner. He had been sleeping with one of the professors. My cousin. I mean, they slept together when she was still a student last year.

This was so weird. To see both my brother and my cousin up there at the Professor’s table. “Ow!” George exclaimed when Fred had hit him over the table. “What was that for?”

“For being a jerk!” Fred argued. They had been bickering throughout dinner because George found it amusing that Fred liked Deanne who was now basically our professor apart from the fact she didn’t actually teach our classes.

“Can you two stop?” Kathleen asked, pulling George’s hands away when he was about to hit Fred back. “It’s bad enough that we have to listen to you two fight often but the whole school?”

“You’ve gotten a lot bossier over the holidays.” Fred commented, making her roll her eyes. “I’m just not in the mood for your bickering.”
“Why?” he asked with a frown.

“Did something happen?” I asked her. It was true. She did seem different. Normally she was just being the mature one, the one to look after us and make sure we didn’t get hurt but now she just seemed plain angry.

“Someone vandalised my mum’s grave.” she said. “That’s all.”

“How did they vandalise it?” George asked, crossing his arms on the table. The three of us looked at Kathleen, waiting for her response.

Her mother died in a train crash sixteen years ago, the year before my dad died. She never got to know her but just like me with my dad, she has the stories from her father. The only difference between us is that Kathleen had a better time growing up without her mum. I grew up hurt with a hole in my heart that I knew was there because of my dad.

I feel guilty just thinking about it. Badger was there, treated me like I was his own but I refused to ever see him as more than my mum’s husband. I felt it would be as if I turned my back to my dad.

“It was broken.” Kathleen told us. “Someone broke the tombstone. It’s going to get replaced but I just hate how there are some people out there with absolutely not respect for the dead people.”

“Unfortunately, the world works like that.” I said. “It’s not okay. It’s unacceptable but we can’t do anything about it. It sucks.”

“Big time.” she agreed. “And don’t worry. Your dads tombstone was untouched. The only one ruined was my mums.”

I just gave a little nod before I looked at George who looked like he was daydreaming about something, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. I wanted to move closer to him and hug him

but because of Umbridge’s decree, I couldn’t. Girls had to sit in one end of the table, boys in the other but we had sat down at the middle of the table where it changes from boy to girl and we made sure to sit with the six-inch-distance.

When we left the great hall after the feast, Filch was putting up another nail in the fall so he could hang a decree on it.

“Does it never stop?” I heard Ginny say to her group of friends as she stood a few feet from where we was. Umbridge was here as well, currently forcing Hermione away from Ron and Harry as they had been caught in standing too close.

Professor Umbridge then walked up a few steps on the marble staircase and turned to look over everyone. “Can I have everyone’s attention!”

Everyone who were talking stopped so they could hear what she had to say. I crossed my arms over my chest, shortly glancing at George before I looked at Umbridge again.

“This decree is a very important one.” she told. “It helps restore order that we are so in need of at the moment. All Weasley products will be banned immediately.”

At her words, my eyes widened and Fred choked on the air while George didn’t make a sound. I looked at him, he wasn’t there but he was on his way down the corridors, walking fast, the robes flowing in the air behind him.

“Everyone who’s found with the products will be expelled with no warning. You have until tomorrow to turn everything you have from them, in.”

“She’s a bloody lunatic!” Fred exclaimed after Umbridge had left. “How are we supposed to advertise our shop if she won’t allow our products?”

“I don’t know.” Kathleen honestly said, a sigh leaving her mouth.

“Lizzie, can I talk to you?” Deanne approached us from the crowd. The three of looked at her as her eyes were mostly focused on me, sometimes glancing to Fred who stood about six inches behind me.

“No.” I told her. “You came here to work for the ministry, you said that yourself. The ministry are the ones who also sent Umbridge and see how that went. Are you supposed to be here as her assistant apart from the teaching job.”

“What?” she laughed. “I’m only here because they had an open position and I wanted it.”
“Well, I can’t talk to you right now.” I shrugged. “I have to go and make sure George is alright.”

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