Still ; George Weasley

Eighteen

"What's this?" William asked, entering the kitchen where I was looking at the two letters that just arrived a couple of minutes ago.

He grabbed one of the letters from my hand and looked at it.

"From Eleanor?" He questioned. "To the both of us..."

"Charlotte's sent one too." I said, waving the letter in the air to show before I opened it and pulled out the piece of parchment.

I turned around to lean back against the counter, chewing on my bottom lip while reading the letter from our youngest sister.

Charlotte was simply explaining how her third year at Hogwarts was going and that Snape was now the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher while the school had hired Horace Slughorn as the new potions master.

She also wished me good luck with the trial, knowing that I was about to be in the witness stand to testify against Carrington and what she did.

It was happening today. Both George and I had to testify. George more than I, seeing as he's the one who was under the spell.

"Oh for fuck sake." William sighed and handed me the letter from Eleanor. "She's dating a sixth-year boy from Hufflepuff."

I pushed myself off the counter, grabbing the letter he handed me, and read it through quickly.

Eleanor had her first boyfriend. Ernie Macmillan.

"Ernie?" I questioned. "Well... I mean, he's a nice boy. Was a part of Dumbledore's army, y'know—"

"He's a sixteen-year old-boy." William corrected me. "El's only fourteen."

I tapped my fingers against the counter as I slowly put down the letters.

"It's two years." I said. "There's one year between you and Marco and you started dating in your sixth year and our fifth."

"Seven months." William said. "There is seven months between Marco and I... but this. I wouldn't mind if Eleanor was sixteen and he was eighteen, but she's fourteen."

I folded the letters and pushed them neatly back into the envelopes before looking at my brother again.

"I see where you're coming from." I said. "But as long as they're not having sex. Let me write Eleanor and make sure they aren't. No matter how awkward it'll be for her to have her older sister ask her about her sex live— that hopefully doesn't exist."

George left my room after he had gotten dressed, joining us in the kitchen. He wrapped an arm around me and pecked my cheek before I reached for the cup of tea I had made him, handing it to him.

"Allie, there is a big difference in maturity from when you are fourteen and when you are sixteen." William said. "This Ernie Macmillan should not be getting involved romantically with a fourteen-year-old girl."

I nodded.

"You're right." I said. "People normally do mature a lot between the age of fourteen and the age of sixteen, but you try telling Eleanor she shouldn't be seeing Macmillan. I can already tell you what's going to happen."

"What— Eleanor's dating Macmillan?" George questioned, taking a sip off his tea.

"Apparently, yes." William nodded.

"Alright, listen—" I breathed. "... I don't like the idea either but this is El we're talking about. She won't take no bullshit from anyone and she's very mature for her age."

My brother scoffed and shook his head.

"Write Eleanor and if she won't listen, then write one of her friends and ask them to keep an eye on her." He said. "I don't want her making the same mistakes as—"