Coup de Foudre [Fred Weasley] [4]

⚡️ Chapter 13 ⚡️

Dear Vega,

I am glad that you took the time to write a quick letter home – we had all been very concerned about your safety. Dora wanted to look for you and come by to the Weasleys' home but we received your letter the following morning. Aquila seemed to have realised that it was an urgent message home.

Dora is also doing okay – she wasn't hurt aside from spraining her ankle by tripping over a rope. It isn't serious so you don't have to worry. She will be up and about by the time you receive the letter.

Both your Uncle Ted and Dora are busy at the Ministry these days, and I suppose so are the Weasleys so try and be respectful, alright? I'm sure you're hearing all about what is going on through the Prophet. Be careful with your school and send a letter home once you get there safely.

With Love,
Andromeda, Ted and Dora

P.S: I have sent a package along – it is your formal robes for school this year, as listed in the letter.

Vega looked over at the package that Aquila had brought along himself and the letter, and without opening it – as she knew what it was anyway – she placed them away into her school trunk, packing it in along with all the new books that she had gotten for her twelve subjects at school this year.

The letter was also folded and placed away in the trunk with her parchment rolls, notebooks, Quills and inkpots. She was sure she didn't have to write any more letters home as they were all busy.

Much like how Andromeda had mentioned of Dora and Ted – here at the Burrow, neither Mr. Weasley nor Percy were at home much over the following week. Both left the house each morning before the rest of the family and friends got up, and returned well after dinner every single night.

And it wasn't until the Sunday evening before they were due to return to Hogwarts that Percy really found the time to dispose some of his 'importance' on his siblings and their friends at the Burrow –

"It's been an absolute uproar," Percy told them importantly. "I've been putting out fires all week. People keep sending Howlers, and of course, if you don't open a Howler straight away, it explodes. Scorch marks all over my desk and my best quill reduced to cinders,"

"Why are they all sending Howlers?" Ginny asked, who was mending her copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi with Spellotape on the rug in front of the living room fire.

"Complaining about security at the World Cup," Percy replied. "They want compensation for their ruined property. Mundungus Fletcher's put in a claim for a twelve-bedroomed tent with en-suite Jacuzzi, but I've got his number. I know for a fact he was sleeping under a cloak propped on sticks,"

It wasn't the first time that Vega had heard of Mundungus Fletcher – Ted had often mentioned him. She shook her head to herself and went back to messing around with the knitting needles she had.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, and Vega noticed it and looked over at the nine golden hands of the Weasley family clock. Every one of them were pointing to 'Home' except for Mr. Weasley, whose longest hand was still pointing to 'Work'. Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"Your father hasn't had to go into the office on weekends since the days of You-Know-Who," Mrs. Weasley said. "They're working him far too hard. His dinner's going to be ruined if he doesn't come home soon,"

"Well, Father feels he's got to make up for his mistake at the match, doesn't he?" Percy asked, and Vega looked at him in shock, stumped at what he had to say. "If truth be told, he was a tad unwise to make a public statement without clearing it with his Head of Department first –"