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── IN WHICH THEY SET OFF
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"EVIE... EVIE? EVIE!"
As much of a cliche as it was, Evie's eyes flickered open and blinked in the darkness, more used to being greeted by that than the early morning light of the summer. It had almost been the same at the house in Privet Drive, where the twins were expected to wake before the Dursleys so that they could get a start on the chores before cooking breakfast - which almost always consisted of sausages and bacon or pancakes. It wouldn't kill them to have a piece of toast - in fact they could probably do with swapping their breakfasts for something more simple.
But now, it wasn't Harry shaking his sister awake in their shared bedroom at Number 4 or Hermione waking her up in their shared dorm at Hogwarts - actually, from the looks of it, it seemed like she wasn't even close to either of those places or being woken by her brother or best friend.
A sheet of ginger hair blocked her view from the rest of the room, Ginny's shadowed face grinning down at her just about visible. "Oh you look great in the morning Vi, just like a ray of sunshine." The Weasley girl let go of the shoulder she was shaking and straightening up.
"And you look like a Mandrake just pulled out of it's pot." Evie's nose wrinkled and she turned over, the chain around her neck cold against her skin. Ginny rolled her eyes and dragged the duvet off of her in retaliation.
"I would scream as well, but I don't think Perce, Charlie or Bill would appreciate it." The Weasley girl called over her shoulder, pulling the covers away from Evie's hands, which was groping around the stiff mattress that had made up her bed for the night to try and return to the warmth.
"It's no use trying to get back to sleep." Hermione's voice broke through Evie's waning state of unconsciousness. "Mrs Weasley will be coming through-"
The sound of the creaking door into Ginny's room pulled her even further from sleep, and when the dim light grew even brighter, she could see Mrs Weasley's silhouette by the door, dark staircase behind her.
"Good, you're almost all up." The woman bustled through, coming to the end of Evie's makeshift bed and placed down a small pile of folded clothes at the end. "There's breakfast downstairs, the boys are already on their way down. Evie, dear, you need to get up please."
"Mhm, I'm here." The ginger-haired girl, who had been mistaken as Molly Weasley's child for several years now, sat up after something seemed to kick in that it was necessary for her to wake up. "...Why?"
