Shit, I'm Falling For A Weasley || George Weasley

Chapter 60 - In which fate finally catches up with me

Three facts that I can tell you about this morning. 

1) It's raining.

2) I've officially got a permanent limp because of the damage I've done to my legs. Well probably. This one isn't really a fact; it's a I-believe-it-to-be-a-fact-so-it's-a-fact.

3) I'm definitely falling for George Weasley.

All three facts are as true as each other. At least two of them are. Okay only one of them is true, I don't even know if it's still raining anymore. 

I'm falling for George Weasley. Ever since I've realised it, I'm so aware of everything I say or do. My one fear is that I'm very obvious about my feelings, something Fred is not helping with whenever I catch him sniggering at me. Just because I really really like George doesn't mean I'm about to go confess my feelings to him. There are so many more important things I have to worry about right now. Like finding the diamond and Pibbly. 

I definitely cannot be spending my time worrying about whether George noticed me staring at him whilst he made me some soup. 

Shutting my eyes briefly, I try and empty my mind of all thoughts about George. But it's no use. It's like that's all my mind and body wants. Every small little action of kindness he's been showing me gets replayed a million times.  Each time I react differently and the version of George in my head will always end up professing his love for me. I feel so stupid. Like I'm just a girl with a crazy crush. 

"That's what I thought. If we could just go back," Fred's voice can be heard echoing down the hall. I straighten up and grab the closest thing next to me to look busy.

"No, I told you. We're not trying that again," George says firmly as he pushes open the door. Both boys frown at me, but Fred has a twinkle in his eye as if he finds this whole situation very amusing.

"What are you up to?" George asks as I try my best to sound as calm and natural as possible.

"Oh just chilling," I say in a tone that does not sound natural or calm at all.

"With a pot plant?" George asks again, raising his eyebrow at me. My cheeks redden immediately as I put the plant pot down hastily. 

"Being close to nature helps me think," I say as Fred coughs, finding my fact to be codswallop. "What were you thinking?" I ask Fred, changing the topic and hoping no one will comment on my strange my behaviour. 

George regards me for a second and exchanges a look with his brother before sitting down on the sofa opposite me. The silent conversation between the two twins is not missed by me. I know all too well how communication with these brothers does not require words, having witnessed them telepathically decide, argue, joke with each other.

"Well you said the two memories you saw were linked somehow? Like moving backward in time, around the time your dad wen-" Fred starts.

"Father," I correct him without thinking. I try to ignore the weird look I get, but truth be told I don't even know why I corrected him. It's like it was second nature. My father's always been my father. It feels weird to call him something other than that.

"Okay, your father went to hide the diamond," Fred continues slowly as if he's taunting me to interrupt him again. "It's basically like your mind is rearranging your memories in a way to piece together the story. So I'm pretty sure the next door down would have told you exactly what Pibbly is, it just means going back int-"

"Which is off the table," George cuts in.

"Why? I'm down for that!" I say indignantly. Does George think that I'm not strong enough to do it? Or does he think that I won't be able to find out the information quickly enough? The first time was different, I was not prepared but I am prepared now.