Roar | George Weasley

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I was on my way to the Travelling House, a safe haven for time travellers. Only few knew about it, one of them being Dumbledore. It was founded by Andrei Flewington, a man of great calibre. Or so, the golden cursive says below the statue of a time-turner. The house was enchanted, Dumbledore describing it as a house that inserts itself from time to time in different places around London.

Julian and I just had to keep up with it. That was why Dumbledore had given us a small golden orb each, invisible to anyone who wasn't the beholder. We couldn't use magic outside of school, which limited our ability to make a locater spell with a piece of item. Silly laws.

I came to a stop in front of a bunch of houses lined, white tinted buildings similar to each other. The golden orb lit, shining and shooting sparks that led to the middle of two houses. The sparks dimmed, and so did the orb floating in front of me. I held my hand out, the orb delicately landing in my hand. I placed it in my sweater, looking forwards.

"Oh, Travelling House. May I please reside within your walls. I'll be quiet like a mouse, I'll respect your halls. Oh, Travelling House."

I felt my body shiver, a magical force slowly spreading around myself and the middle of the two houses. The magic was creating a mirage for any on lookers. They couldn't see me or the building that was now emerging from in-between the two white-stoned houses. The houses shook unstably, a light baby blue coloured house welcoming me.

I entered the house, the sound of the houses shaking to close again filling my ears. It was already August, a few days away from the Quidditch World Cup. I had met up with the group a couple of times during the Summer Holidays. Alicia Spinnet, a friend of Angelina, joined us on one of the occasions. George and I had momentarily searched for a present for Fred for Christmas. Christmas was four months away, but it was a good excuse to get away.

"He likes jokes."

"I would have never guessed," George sarcastically said.

"Hey! I'm just giving ideas. You've been quiet for the past five minutes."

"I've been saying this for years, but Diagon Alley really needs a joke shop," George mused. I couldn't help but agree.

My attention left George to the watches encased in glass. I found one that had two brown mice running around the time, circling the outside, then peeping from the side of the watch. I laughed as the mice soon started to run from each end of the watch, playing tag.

"This is brilliant, George."

"Let me see." He tried to look around my body but I clicked my tongue at him.

"Nope. I'm getting a set of two. Skedaddle over there..."

George rolled his eyes, as he left to the jewelry section. I made eye contact with the shop owner and he came towards me. "How may I be of assistance?"

"Hi, I was just wondering if you could make these brown mice ginger. I don't know too much about this kind of magic."

"Of course I can. Would you like the set?"

"Yes, please."

He got his wand out, unlocking the glass display cabinet, taking the watches out. He locked it back up with a tap of his wand, before quickly moving to the register.

"I'll need to take both watches apart to get past the glass so I can enchant it. It'll take a day. Would you like to pick it up tomorrow?"

"Yes, thank you."